The Arthe Dale Concert and Performing Series/Xanzie/2-16-2002
Daerlynn Concert Series II: Xanzie 2-16-2002
As transcribed by Mykk Dalys
It has been 367 years, 365 days since the Victory of Lanival the Redeemer. It is the 10th month of Nissa the Maiden in the year of the Amber Phoenix. It is currently winter and it is daytime.
The sky is a sharp, clear blue.
Location
[Arthe Hollow Inn, Common Room] The room is filled with long, low tables and stools, where several people sit eating hearty bowls of Arthe Hollow's popular lamb stew. A large stone fireplace dominates one wall. Daisy Burdock, the inn's cook and waitress, crosses the room carrying a precarious arrangement of bowls and plates. She stops briefly to tease and joke with a regular customer. A sign is posted prominently next to the archway. You also see a royal blue wicker basket, a sapphire blue wicker basket, a rosewood stick, a leaf green homespun cloth with some stuff on it, a wooden menuboard, a polished wooden bar with some stuff on it, some wooden stairs, and an open doorway.
Performer
Taleweaver Xanzie Nikatime of Elanthia, an Elven Bard. She has pointed ears and crystal green eyes. Her platinum hair is shoulder length and straight, and is worn pulled back in a multitude of beaded braids. She has fair skin. She has a twining desert rose painted across the left half of her face. She is young for an Elf. She is in good shape.
She is wearing a flowing black linen shirt, a red sash, a black sailor hat embroidered with a skull and crossbones, some midnight black tights covered with grinning interlaced skulls, a hand-crafted leather music satchel, a golden panther armband, a black spidersilk backpack, a starry white narcissus, a dark silk cloak embroidered with a jade green dragon set with ruby eyes, a jangling golden hip-chain set with carved ivory roses, a hammered silver epaulet chased with the crest of the Bard's Guild, some beaten silver toe bells, a black tankard-shaped badge etched with the insignia of the Tavern Troupe, a black suede garter with narrow silver buckles, a Bardic Soul Knot ear-stud and some calf-high black suede boots with silver clasps.
In Attendance
Taleweaver Xanzie Nikatime of Elanthia, an Elven Bard
Reveler Ailyssa Golden-Hair, a Human Belulhe Baringsford, an Elven Cleric Bryn Faolin-Ruadh, a Human Moon Mage Daerlynn Soulmyste-Falconsong of Elanthia, a Human Bard Battle Empath Danara Kelblaine of Elanthia, a Gnome Dareth Germanez of Therengia, a Human Paladin Troubadour Dewsong deRosa, an Elothean Bard Berserker Drakkenn Rarenth of Ilithi, a Gor'Tog Barbarian Eolwyn Temura, a Human Barbarian Spellsword Fiticus Burramus of Elanthia, a Human Warrior Mage Grasimnio Benionicci of Elanthia, a Human Heston Falconsong, an Elothean Jatrick Bassien, a Rakash Bard Brother Jedadia McClarin, a Kaldaran Cleric Fortuneteller Jerelliene J'narviel, an Elothean Moon Mage Kaedan Nethral, a Prydaen Bard Paladin Kariavau Dulkanov of Elanthia, a Kaldar Keliq Demonin, an Elf Kerrison Dalewind, an Elf Kithria Dustdanser, an Elf Lahree Moqlikar, a Prydaen Moon Mage Jester Lethargy Silkyfingers of Elanthia, a S'Kra Mur Bard Lunarc Toja, a Human Ranger Matheaus Cougarclaw, a Prydaen Bard Apprentice Maxnangnus De'Lightning of Ilithi, an Elf Mykk Dalys of Elanthia, a Halfling Novice Niwin L'pi, a Prydaen Nepenthe Paschein WellBorne-Nyrobi, an Elothean Pyrolian Fyrshad, a Kaldar Troubadour Raziaar Dvinegus, a Human Bandit Relue Havaria, a S'Kra Mur Rihkkeyhd Piemdrika, a Gor'Tog Commoner Rykard Due'Linderia, an Elf Saphryna Silverwaters, a Kaldaran Empath Journeyman Ssxiao Dhakraan, a S'Kra Mur Bard Tessielle Ikh'sarrh, an Elf Whitbuffalo Buffont, an Elf Yerthe Chur'bak, a Prydaen Ranger Zazu Turning'leaf, a Prydaen Feral Zephis Grimnoc of Ilithi, a S'Kra Mur Ranger Spirit Healer Zirra Thurnock of Elanthia, a Kaldar
Set List
The Paladin Fallen Angel Song of Life The Bonny Captain Softly Goes the Lion Blow, o Southern Wind The Story of the Danger Ranger Swing Wide "Pick him up and dust him off"
Following the Concert
Lethargy: An Ode to My Beloved on the Wedding Day
Log of Event
Daerlynn recites:
"Tonight, I think it is wonderful to have a Bard here... part of the Tavern Troupe.. and the Bawdy Balladeers..." Daerlynn recites:
"I am sure she will sing us songs of Lus.. I mean.. Love..." Daerlynn recites:
"But, a Bard I am honored to have here.. and I know you will love her.." Daerlynn yells, "XANZIE!!!!!!!!"
Xanzie blushes, the tips of her ears turning a delicate scarlet hue. Xanzie says, "Thanks Daerlynn" Xanzie smiles at Daerlynn. Xanzie says, "The first concert I came to here.. ooo a while back.. was when Daerlynn did hers.." Xanzie says, "and that night I said.. "I wanna do that"" Xanzie smiles at Daerlynn. Xanzie says, "So I'm glad she asked me here."
Xanzie says, "My name is Xanzie, I was born in Leth, raised in Crossing.. since then I think I've been everywhere." Xanzie ponders. Xanzie says, "Currently I live in Theren where I get alot of paladin influences, so I hope no one minds it too much" Xanzie chuckles.
Xanzie says, "My first song is actually called "The Paladin" I wrote it for my aunt. She's still out there somewhere.. just usually on vacation these days."
Xanzie smiles.
Xanzie sings in a mezzo-soprano voice:
"Moving down this road
That I have traveled all my life
My boots clank on the well laid stone
Of my past and future strife"
Xanzie sings in a mezzo-soprano voice:
"With my sword in my hand
And my shield by my side
I go forth in life
My eyes open wide."
Xanzie sings in a mezzo-soprano voice:
"For I am the warrior
Of God's true light
And I travel
Travel wide
No fear in my sight."
Xanzie sings in a mezzo-soprano voice:
"Think not of straying off the path
My father told to me
The devils of the way side
Will Lie and steal of thee"
Xanzie sings in a mezzo-soprano voice:
"My soul is forever
Devoted, true and right
I go forth in life
My goal in my sight."
Xanzie sings in a mezzo-soprano voice:
"For I am the warrior
And I travel
Travel wide
With God as my power
And my sword at my side."
Xanzie sings in a mezzo-soprano voice:
"The southern lands do call to me
With all their maiden's faire
The islands with their waters
Gaze wonderous without a care"
Xanzie sings in a mezzo-soprano voice:
"The Central jewel, with it's bustling streets
A new sight each shadowy turn
But the northlands have my favor
It is there my heart does yearn"
Xanzie sings in a mezzo-soprano voice:
"For I am a warrior
I've seen all far and near
And I travel
Travel wide
Praising God for all I see."
Xanzie sings in a mezzo-soprano voice:
"All things pass before me
Son, I must instill to you
You look to me as an angel
Brave and strong and true."
Xanzie sings in a mezzo-soprano voice:
"I am battle-worn and beaten
A life of standing with my faith
And at the end of my life
I know my soul is safe."
Xanzie sings in a mezzo-soprano voice:
"Oh, I am still the warrior
I have travel
Travelled wide
And I will rest only
When I kneel at God's side."
Xanzie bows.
Xanzie says, "Before I moved to Therenborough I spent alot of time up by the north gate."
Xanzie says, "I'd sit and play and sing my silly songs to anyone who was fool enough to stop" Xanzie chuckles to herself.
Xanzie says, "During that time I got to meet alot of people and I realized that there were alot of stories out there."
Xanzie says, "one of the first songs I wrote was for a cleric I knew" Xanzie smiles.
Xanzie says, "He would come out of Deathspirits on his back about as often as his feet, but he was nice enough to listen."
Xanzie says, "This is called "Fallen Angel" And its Ssenkadahvics song."
Xanzie sings in a mezzo-soprano voice:
"There's a dark shadow wandering down the way
Whichever way he chooses
A tattered robe across his heart
To cover up the bruises."
Xanzie sings in a mezzo-soprano voice:
"Are you just another gypsy
Or some dark soul wandering the road
Come down by the firelight
And say what you've been told
How has this tarnished angel come to us
To whom has your soul been sold."
Xanzie sings in a mezzo-soprano voice:
"Where do you wander to
With dust clinging to your heel
Is there a journey's end you search for
With your eyes of emerald steel."
Xanzie sings in a mezzo-soprano voice:
"You've come so far
And fallen so low down to the earth
Fallen angel
Will you ever find your way back home."
Xanzie sings in a mezzo-soprano voice:
"Watch the dark angel
As he woos them all from death
In the moonlight he dances
And beckons to your breath."
Xanzie sings in a mezzo-soprano voice:
"Bring us back to life
Steal us from the goddess's womb
Then we shall come to the earth
From our forsaken tomb
And we all fall from the heavens
And join you in your doom"
Xanzie sings in a mezzo-soprano voice:
"Where do you wander to
With dust clinging to your heel
Is there a journey's end you search for
With your eyes of emerald steel."
Xanzie sings in a mezzo-soprano voice:
"You've come so far
And fallen so low down to the earth
Fallen angel
Will you ever find your own home."
Xanzie bows. Xanzie smiles. Xanzie blushes, the tips of her ears turning a delicate scarlet hue. Xanzie beams!
Xanzie gets a rosewood fiddle from inside her leather music satchel.
Xanzie begins to carefully examine a rosewood fiddle.
Xanzie smiles.
Xanzie grins.
Xanzie gets a fiddle bow from inside her leather music satchel.
Xanzie casually observes the area.
Xanzie says, "Okay, my next song is a little piece I created as an experiment." Xanzie chuckles. Xanzie says, "And we'll throw in a little elven magic for your pleasure. " Xanzie winks.
Xanzie says, "This is "Song of Life""
Xanzie concentrates for a moment the begins to play a spellweaving tune on her fiddle.
Xanzie gayly plays her fiddle, bringing the light magically down around her as she plays a frolicky intro to her song.
As Xanzie strums her rosewood fiddle, a playful tune ripples through the air with a sound reminiscent of laughter.
Xanzie glides her bow across the bridge of her fiddle bringing forth an image of a couple dancing and laughing in youthful exuberance. Her fingers dance in motion with the tiny apparition.
Xanzie dances along with the tiny couple as her fiddle bow dances along with the tune.
You listen with appreciation as Xanzie plays a playful tune with a frolicking splash of sound.
Xanzie bends into her fiddle as her song takes a mature but joyful turn, the apparition changes to a young man dancing with a laughing baby in his arms.
Xanzie pulls her bow oddly across her fiddle, changing the joyful tune to a more chaotic tone, her tiny images swirl wildly with many images of children running madly.
Xanzie smiles and turns the music of her fiddle to a new frolicky tune, mixed with chaos as the swirling apparition grows and couples form from the smaller figures.
Xanzie slows down her tune in a serious march. The image shows the original couple watching a younger couple standing before an altar.
Xanzie plays her fiddle in a gentle evening melody as the tiny appraitions dance slowly and blissfully in the autumn of their lives.
With consummate skill, Xanzie plinks a gentle lullaby with an amazing display of dexterity.
Xanzie turns the mood again to a mournful lull, as many figures gather around a gravesite. Xanzie's eyes well with tears as she draws her bow slowly across her fiddle in a languid dirge.
Xanzie slows her grieving song down to a halt as her image slowly dissolves back into the air. The light leaves her and she stands in absolute stillness in the dark.
Xanzie stands in the dark and draws a single note across her fiddle, the light collects for a moment in the image of a couple embracing lovingly.
Xanzie smiles.
Xanzie strikes her fiddle fiercely, bringing back a light brighter than ever. And image swirls playfully once again and a tiny apparition appears in the image of a young man dancing with a newborn child. The cycle of life continues.
As Xanzie strums her rosewood fiddle, a playful tune ripples through the air with a sound reminiscent of laughter.
Xanzie bends with the tone of her fiddle and begins dancing joyfully next to the tiny apparition.
Xanzie laughs happily as her tune ends and the light returns to normal.
Xanzie bows gracefully. Xanzie pants. Xanzie beams!
Xanzie says, "Over the years, I've managed to collect several of songs and everyone of them has a person standing behind it."
Xanzie says, "Not everyone realizes they've got a song out there. But like I always say, everyone has a story.. you just have to find it."
Xanzie smiles calmly.
Xanzie says, "This song is about one of those people. It's titled "The Bonny Captain"."
Xanzie grumpily says, ""I'm not like that""
Xanzie says, "as the captain would say"
Xanzie says, "You folks have to make that decision for yourself."
Xanzie winks.
Xanzie dreamily sings in a mezzo-soprano voice:
"Not long ago in the town of Therenborough
Not so far that this elf cannot remember
Was a brave and bonny captain
Of the fair and gentlemanly nature"
Xanzie wistfully sings in a mezzo-soprano voice:
"His face was rugged as the hawk
His hair was sweet honey fair
His eyes shone of the great courage
That shined brightly from deep within there."
Xanzie matter-of-factly says, "And believe me people did notice. " Xanzie fans herself.
Xanzie dreamily sings in a mezzo-soprano voice:
"He dared whatever it took
To keep his fair Therenborough safe
And his gentle, bonny charm
Drew citizenry of every race"
Xanzie wistfully says, "Believe me, you never saw so many women living in this city as you did then."
Xanzie wistfully sings in a mezzo-soprano voice:
"One day, deep in the marshes
As he was clearing foes from his sight
He heard a desperate cry of help
And he ran to be by their side"
Xanzie dreamily sings in a mezzo-soprano voice:
"In a cove by the lake, the lady lay
With a troll standing straight over top o' her
The captain came in with a roaring cry
With blade raised he charged o'er"
Xanzie excitedly sings in a mezzo-soprano voice:
"Surprised by his foe, the troll turned.
Casting magic to disorient the great man
But the captain shook it off
And replied with sword in hand"
Xanzie confidently sings in a mezzo-soprano voice:
"The fair maid looked on with horror
As the troll disappeared in a mist
He turned quickly to tend the lady
And knelt beside her to assist"
Xanzie smiles and gazes dreamily off into the distance.
Xanzie dreamily sings in a mezzo-soprano voice:
"His arms came up around her and lifted her
With his hand resting gently at her arch
And in quiet honor and dignity
Carried her safely from the march"
Xanzie wistfully sings in a mezzo-soprano voice:
"In the town the people gathered
He gently set down this lady faire
He took her hand and kissed it softly
Then turned and left her in the empath's care"
Xanzie lets out a deep sigh of contentment.
Xanzie dreamily sings in a mezzo-soprano voice:
"News of this great captain spread
And the ladies flocked and bards did sing
Oh come to the town of Therenborough
And the captain will take you under his wing"
Xanzie smiles.
Xanzie matter-of-factly sings in a mezzo-soprano voice:
"So if you wonder why the ladies are out
It's to get the chance to meet
The fair and bonny captain
As he passes by Therenborough's streets"
Xanzie slowly sings in a mezzo-soprano voice:
"His face was rugged as the hawk
His hair was sweet honey fair
His eyes shone of the great courage
That shined brightly from deep within there."
Xanzie smiles and curtsies gracefully after her song concludes.
Xanzie winks at Dareth.
Xanzie asks, "How's everyone doing?"
Xanzie smiles.
Xanzie casually observes the area.
Xanzie smiles softly.
Xanzie says, "To everything, the cycle of life binds it. And every person and creature is affected."
Xanzie says, "I wrote this to honor a friend who passed on."
Xanzie says, "He travelled through out the land and quested to see everything that he could. And wrote it all down in a book so that those who came after would have the knowledge."
Xanzie says, "This song is entitled, "Softly Goes the Lion"."
Xanzie smiles softly at you.
Xanzie tenderly sings in a mezzo-soprano voice:
"I have listened to each new sight
I have seen each wondrous story
I have puzzled on every creature
I have conquered each mystery"
Xanzie tenderly sings in a mezzo-soprano voice:
"My Lord, I have done all this
For the glory of your giving
This wandering soul is weary
Show me the way home"
Xanzie smiles at you.
Xanzie tenderly sings in a mezzo-soprano voice:
"Now softly goes the lion
Into the bosom of the night
I have found peace in the sunset
Now find peace in me"
Xanzie raises her hands to the sky.
Xanzie confidently sings in a mezzo-soprano voice:
"And even, as the sun shall rise every morning
And even as the land grows with its light
May the world never lose its wonder at daybreak
And revel still in the warmth that brings it life."
Xanzie raises her arms, embracing you with her song.
Xanzie quietly sings in a mezzo-soprano voice:
"Now softly goes the lion
Beneath the blanket of winter
At the year's end I find peace
Now find peace in me."
Xanzie smiles serenely and wraps her arms around her heart.
Xanzie confidently sings in a mezzo-soprano voice:
"And each new spring shall bring an abundance of life
As the thaw quenches the earth for the next generation
May the land never lose its bountiful treasures
So each child can grow to realize their dream"
Xanzie bows her head reverantly.
Xanzie tenderly sings in a mezzo-soprano voice:
"I have listened to each new sight
I have seen each wondrous story
I have puzzled on every creature
I have conquered each mystery"
Xanzie reachs out to you imploringly.
Xanzie quietly sings in a mezzo-soprano voice:
"Now softly goes the lion...
I have realized my dream
Dear God relieve this wandering soul
....I am ready, bring me home..."
Xanzie kneels down as her song ends and gazes into the distance with peace in her eyes.
Xanzie stands and bows graciously to the audience.
Xanzie asks, "So do you want more sad or more happy songs?"
Xanzie raises an eyebrow.
Xanzie laughs!
Xanzie says, "okay another sad.. a bloody one for Heston and then a couple happy ones." Xanzie giggles. Xanzie smiles. Xanzie casually observes the area.
Xanzie says, "This song came to me one day while I was sitting with a cleric who was with a deadman with no favors."
Xanzie says, "I always think of how fate has an interesting way of pushing us onward to our goal, but forgetting to tell us about the cliff before you get to it."
Xanzie says, "This song is entitled "Blow, o Southern Wind"."
Xanzie hauntingly sings in a mezzo-soprano voice:
"Blow, blow o southern wind
Blow my spirit wide
Take me to my lover fare
And lay me by her side"
Xanzie sadly sings in a mezzo-soprano voice:
"Through forests grim and canyon deep
I have travelled many a way
Forsaking all I knew in my youth
For the wonderous sights of each new day"
Xanzie sadly sings in a mezzo-soprano voice:
"My wanderlust took me through out the world
To each new cause I gave my all
Every battle was mine to fight
And at the end of the day I stood tall"
Xanzie sadly sings in a mezzo-soprano voice:
"Yet this fated day I see the light
Of misspent fortune and lost innocence
And I turn my eyes to the sun a last time
And remember her in as I knew her once"
Xanzie hauntingly sings in a mezzo-soprano voice:
"Oh, Blow, blow o southern wind
Blow my spirit wide
Take me to my lover fare
And lay me by her side"
Xanzie sadly sings in a mezzo-soprano voice:
"Though the years have been long and many
I know she did not wait for me
As I traveled throughout the world alone
Vainly searching for all I could see"
Xanzie sadly sings in a mezzo-soprano voice:
"Now alone I lay in battle
Fallen victim to my own vanity
I call out to you and my lonely echos
Are all that returns for me"
Xanzie sadly sings in a mezzo-soprano voice:
"Oh, death it does become me
And in my loss I embrace thee
My heart is broken, my body torn
And soul too soon abandons me"
Xanzie hauntingly sings in a mezzo-soprano voice:
"Oh, Blow, blow o warm wind
Through town and battlefield
Come to me, My Dark lady
My life to you I now yield"
Xanzie smiles and bows slowly. Xanzie rubs her eyes. Xanzie smiles.
Xanzie casually observes the area. Xanzie says, "Heston wants a battle song.. " Xanzie giggles.
Xanzie says, "This song is another one of those favorless deader songs.. dead and gore kinda go hand in hand with that stuff."
Xanzie chuckles.
Xanzie says, "I had an unusual friend once, who refused to get favors...."
Xanzie ponders.
Xanzie says, "needless to say, he's no longer with us... but this song is for him."
Xanzie frowns.
Xanzie says, "This is "The Story of the Danger Ranger""
Xanzie sings in a mezzo-soprano voice:
"There was once a day, not too long ago
In the marshes in east Riverhaven
When a charming young ranger took his daily leg stretching
And thought what a wonderful day he was having"
Xanzie gets a rosewood fiddle from inside her leather music satchel. Xanzie gets a fiddle bow from inside her leather music satchel.
Xanzie hauntingly sings in a mezzo-soprano voice:
"He heard a quick noise and he turned with a start
And before him in all his her great power.
Was the spirit of death and the dark somber face
Of the wondrous and tempestuous Eylhaar"
Xanzie darkly sings in a mezzo-soprano voice:
""How now," came her voice ringing clear in his head
"Have you come to my woods this afternoon"
"With out appeasing me first at the altar of the Gods"
"And offering your sacrificial orb for my boon.""
Xanzie sings in a mezzo-soprano voice:
"Now the ranger was not so much a god-fearing man
But the vision of Her was astounding.
He collected his wits and stood his ground
Even though her breathe in his head was resounding."
Xanzie sings in a mezzo-soprano voice:
""Oh wondrous Dark Lady," he began with a quiver.
"I have heard of your merciful heart"
"For the fools and the children that walk on this world."
"Of which I am firmly a part.""
With a graceful potency, Xanzie strums a slow ballad on her rosewood fiddle.
Xanzie darkly sings in a mezzo-soprano voice:
""You fool," she responded, "You are not a part,"
"Of this world if you haven't a clue."
"My mercy is only for those with my favor"
"And you haven't even a few.""
Xanzie hauntingly sings in a mezzo-soprano voice:
""So now go from this place, to the old cemetery"
"And see what becomes of the lost."
"And there seek my boon for my favor you must."
"Before you suffer the horrible cost.""
Xanzie sings in a mezzo-soprano voice:
"And with this the Dark Lady disappeared from his sight
And left him on this bright sunny noon.
And he walked the cemetery nearby, and thought
"This is not how I want to spend my afternoon""
With a graceful potency, Xanzie strums a slow ballad on her rosewood fiddle.
Xanzie hauntingly sings in a mezzo-soprano voice:
"So despite all her warnings, he crept back in
To the marshes where the trolls and sluaghs dwell.
And began to fight monsters and do heroic things
And save all the lovely maidens in the dell"
Xanzie smiles and shows her muscles.
Xanzie hauntingly sings in a mezzo-soprano voice:
"Then from the edge of his view came a troll with a pike
He couldn't evade or step to the side
He looked and imposed on the troll's jeering face
Was the Dark Lady with her dark shining eyes."
Xanzie darkly sings in a mezzo-soprano voice:
""You didn't heed my warning and seek ye my favor."
"Now to me, your soul becomes lost."
"See now what happens with your life blood desolving."
"Now you suffer the horrible cost.""
With a subtle, powerful style, Xanzie strums a slow ballad weaving a melancholy tone that saddens the soul.
Xanzie hauntingly sings in a mezzo-soprano voice:
"The ranger wept as his life slipped away
The Dark Lady laughed as she faded from view
Then he heard Aldauth, laugh in her place
And his god-fearing was throughly renewed."
Xanzie raises an eyebrow.
Xanzie sings in a mezzo-soprano voice:
"After his death, he heard a new voice in his head.
As the prayers from the living off in the distance and dim.
He felt life's stirring grip and he inhaled a great breath
And looked to see what angel had saved him."
Xanzie sings in a mezzo-soprano voice:
"He could barely remember as she told him his loss
And the sacrifice she made as the raiser.
To appease the gods, he'd lost all his knowledge
And she had lost her own favor"
You listen with appreciation as Xanzie plays a slow ballad with a subtle, powerful style.
Xanzie hauntingly sings in a mezzo-soprano voice:
"As he looked on this young cleric, the Dark Lady appeared
And she shed one tear that fell soft as the rain.
"Her loss was for you, foolish ranger boy."
"Do not make her loss one in vain.""
Xanzie sings in a mezzo-soprano voice:
""So now go from this place, to the old cemetery"
"Now that you know of the cost."
"And there seek my boon for my favor you must."
"And no more shall you suffer the loss.""
Xanzie sings in a mezzo-soprano voice:
"Oh, the ranger smiled and kissed the cleric's soft face
As he embraced the Dark Lady's waver.
He went on to the place, in the old cemetary
And he filled up on her beautiful Favor"
You listen with appreciation as Xanzie plays a slow ballad with a subtle, powerful style.
Xanzie smiles. Xanzie bows.
Xanzie puts her fiddle in her leather music satchel.
Xanzie puts her bow in her leather music satchel.
Xanzie gets a white ironwood-hafted mace wrapped in fine grey leather from inside her spidersilk backpack.
Xanzie leans on her mace.
Xanzie says, "I've thought recently about taking up the mace"
Xanzie says, "This is my new song."
Xanzie says, "I wrote it for my new mace."
Xanzie just hugged a white ironwood-hafted mace wrapped in fine grey leather!
Xanzie says, "This is called "Swing Wide""
Xanzie sings in a mezzo-soprano voice:
"I was practicing the other day
In my favorite spot near Langenfirth
When I was approached by this man
Who was admiring my girth"
Xanzie rolls her eyes.
Xanzie sings in a mezzo-soprano voice:
"I stared at him a moment
He said "Be still my heart
Don't mind me, Hun.
"I'm just admiring your art""
Xanzie leans on her mace.
Xanzie sarcastically sings in a mezzo-soprano voice:
"Art? I inquired
I'm just here with my baby
I swung at another troll
And took him down like a lady"
Xanzie winks.
Xanzie sings in a mezzo-soprano voice:
"He glanced at me with a look
That I couldn't duplicate
He pursed his lips a moment
And these words he did state."
Xanzie playfully sings in a mezzo-soprano voice:
"Swing wide, baby
Swing it left
Swing it right
Cut a path
Clear a row
I can't believe my eyes"
Xanzie shakes her hips, ringing the bells on her hip-chain.
Xanzie sings in a mezzo-soprano voice:
"You know I like swinging
All day and all night
And swinging with my baby is all right."
Xanzie smiles and taps her "Baby".
Xanzie coyly sings in a mezzo-soprano voice:
"With my baby in hand
I wound up for the swing
And the fella threw a fit
"No babe, tis those hips that sing""
Xanzie sings in a mezzo-soprano voice:
"Swing this way, baby
What else can I say
And come on over here
Clear a path my way"
(Xanzie backswings her mace, nearly hitting you in the head, and plops the mace up on her shoulder.)
Xanzie mischievously says, "Someday I'm going to be really dangerous with this thing."
Xanzie sings in a mezzo-soprano voice:
"Well, if that isn't the worst line
I've heard in a while
You seem like a nice bloke
You can give a girl a smile"
Xanzie sings in a mezzo-soprano voice:
"But since I'm not busy
I guess a girl can play
Pucker up baby
I'm swinging your way."
(Xanzie winds up her mace and swings her hips.)
Xanzie shakes her hips, ringing the bells on her hip-chain.
Xanzie matter-of-factly says, "Remember, ladies, it's all in the hips."
Xanzie nods.
Xanzie playfully sings in a mezzo-soprano voice:
"Swing wide, baby
Swing it left
Swing it right
Cut a path
Clear a row
I can't believe my eyes"
Xanzie sings in a mezzo-soprano voice:
"You know I like swinging
All day and all night
And swinging with my baby is all right."
Xanzie points at a white ironwood-hafted mace wrapped in fine grey leather she has.
Xanzie says, "Baby."
Xanzie grins.
Xanzie recites:
"You know, I've never been one
To hold an awful grudge
And a nice funning man
Can be very hard to bludge."
Xanzie leans on her mace.
Xanzie playfully sings in a mezzo-soprano voice:
"So I swing them to and fro
With my man by my side
And I'll never let him go
My Baby and I."
Xanzie playfully sings in a mezzo-soprano voice:
"Swing wide, baby
Swing it left
Swing it right
Cut a path
Clear a row
I can't believe my eyes"
Xanzie sings in a mezzo-soprano voice:
"You know I like swinging
All day and all night
And swinging with my baby is all right."
Xanzie waves a white ironwood-hafted mace wrapped in fine grey leather around. Xanzie bows. Xanzie just hugged a white ironwood-hafted mace wrapped in fine grey leather!
Xanzie says, "Okay..."
Xanzie says, "Daerlynn was dodging the bawdy balledeers issue earlier" Xanzie grins at Daerlynn.
Xanzie says, "Back at the fair we got a little group together.. "
Xanzie says, "wrote some songs and went all out to entertain the group at the Glythtide Faire."
Xanzie says, "so I'm going to end the night with one of those little songs."
Xanzie asks, "Ladies, would you like to join me for the chorus?"
Xanzie sings in a mezzo-soprano voice:
"Pick him up and dust him off
And move him down the road
You never know who you'll meet next
Who knows!"
Xanzie sings in a mezzo-soprano voice:
"Never stay with anyone way too long
Just a dance and a jiggle and a good bye song
Give a little happiness then spread it around
It's a public service and it's there to be found"
Xanzie shakes her hips, ringing the bells on her hip-chain.
Xanzie sings in a mezzo-soprano voice:
"When a man gets frustrated it isn't very pretty
By the time he comes to you, it's flip city!
So you let him wrile down and you give him a shake
He'll never regret the time you were there for his sake"
Xanzie rolls her eyes. Xanzie leans on Daerlynn. Lethargy's soprano, Heston's mezzo-soprano and Daerlynn's alto join with Xanzie's mezzo-soprano as she sings:
"Pick him up and dust him off
And move him down the road
You never know who you'll meet next
Who knows!"
Xanzie smiles at Zazu. Zazu's soprano, Lethargy's soprano, Heston's mezzo-soprano and Daerlynn's alto join with Xanzie's mezzo-soprano as she sings:
"Never stay with anyone way too long
Just a dance and a jiggle and a good bye song
Give a little happiness then spread it around
It's a public service and it's there to be found"
Xanzie shakes her hips, ringing the bells on her hip-chain.
Xanzie sings in a mezzo-soprano voice:
"To see him down in the dumps, is just so sad
He's got a woman in his mind, and it's driving him mad
Oh, treat him right, and make him forget
He can leave her far behind and never ever be upset"
Zazu's soprano, Lethargy's soprano, Heston's mezzo-soprano and Daerlynn's alto join with Xanzie's mezzo-soprano as she sings:
"Pick him up and dust him off
And move him down the road
You never know who you'll meet next
Who knows!"
Zazu's soprano, Lethargy's soprano, Heston's mezzo-soprano and Daerlynn's alto join with Xanzie's mezzo-soprano as she sings:
"Never stay with anyone way too long
Just a dance and a jiggle and a good bye song
Give a little happiness then spread it around
It's a public service and it's there to be found"
Xanzie sings in a mezzo-soprano voice:
"Oh I never get involved with a man with designs
I can take them or can leave them way behind
It's about practical use of your time as a plan
You can't be productive and be with just one man"
Zazu's soprano, Lethargy's soprano, Heston's mezzo-soprano and Daerlynn's alto join with Xanzie's mezzo-soprano as she sings:
"Pick him up and dust him off
And move him down the road
You never know who you'll meet next
Who knows!"
Zazu's soprano, Lethargy's soprano, Heston's mezzo-soprano and Daerlynn's alto join with Xanzie's mezzo-soprano as she sings:
"Never stay with anyone way too long
Just a dance and a jiggle and a good bye song
Give a little happiness then spread it around
It's a public service and it's there to be found"
Xanzie bows. Xanzie exclaims, "Thank you Ladies!"
After the Concert
Lethargy says, "And now, I pray thee give me thine ears, my friends, and hear mine words: "An Ode to My Beloved on the Wedding Day", by Lethargy Silkyfingers."
Lethargy bows her head, inhaling deeply and smoothly, as you see her shoulders relax. You begin to hear the sounds of nature all around you, as the calm she has summoned imposes itself on the world around you, making you breathe a little more freely, a feeling of peace settling over you...
Lethargy raises her gaze to meet yours, and you see in her eyes a sense of dreamy passion, of hunger, and need, and naked desire.
Lethargy dreamily sings in a soprano voice:
"I stand before thee, on this special eve, my love...
The setting sun caresses thy head, thy shoulders,
Much as I long to do, myself..."
Lethargy breathes easily, her chest rising and falling evenly as her words echo in your minds.
Lethargy sings in a soprano voice:
"I glance at thee, as the holy priest doth
Prepare the words of devotion,
Of inspiration,
That will seal thee to me,
To me..."
Lethargy closes her eyes, an expression of purest rapture on her face as she continues....
Lethargy longingly sings in a soprano voice:
"My mouth doth water at the sight of thee,
Standing tall and regal,
Bedecked in finery befitting a king-
My king..."
Lethargy sways as if she danced slowly with a partner, as fragile breezes tug at the hem of her cloak.
Lethargy sings in a soprano voice:
"Welcome as sunshine after gentle spring rains,
I canst not but glance hungrily at thee,
Time and again,
As I imagine the pleasure to come after the holy ceremony."
Lethargy sings in a soprano voice:
"Mine eyes lower chastely, and yet,
And yet,
The fires of wicked desires come unbanked within me
To flare into full flame, a burning hunger..."
Lethargy bites her lower lip as her brow furrows slightly, her hands trembling slightly.
Lethargy sings in a soprano voice:
"I remember when I first laid mine eyes upon thee-
I recall, blushing, how my fingers first made thine acquaintance!
E'en the merest taste of thee, that day, was like unto that of godlike nectar,
And oh! how I long to be sated by full repast!"
Lethargy brings her hands to her lips, kissing the fingertips softly, softly.
Lethargy sings in a soprano voice:
"To feel thee full in my hands!
To bring thee, succulent,
redolent,
with the scent of autumn spices,
To my yearning mouth..."
Lethargy lets her tongue tip slip between her lips to briefly flick at her fingertips. Lethargy fans herself.
Lethargy longingly sings in a soprano voice:
"To feel thee sliding past my lips, flirting lovingly with my tongue-
Insistently forcing thy way past my unresisting throat-
I gasp with the heady anticipation,
My face flushed, masked by the rosy light of the waning sun..."
Lethargy shudders and moans aloud, her eyes still closed, her hips swaying gently to her own rhythm.
Lethargy sings in a soprano voice:
"I canst hardly wait until the ceremony is done,
My love, my savory love!
For, as certain as waves of pure love cleanse the sands of our soul,
So, too, will I have thee at long, long last...."
Lethargy longingly says, "My wedding cake..."
Lethargy winks as a slow, steady grin spreads across her face, her fingers miming a quick swipe across the frosting of an imaginary wedding cake her own height, then licking them one by one as she sees amused comprehension dawn on your faces...
Lethargy curtsies.
Guest Descriptions
Reveler Ailyssa Golden-Hair, a Human. She has crystal green eyes. Her honey hair is very long and thick, and is worn loose. She has tanned skin. She is young for a Human.
She has faint scuffing to the left arm, cuts and bruises about the right leg, tiny scratches to the left leg, faint scuffing to the right hand, faint scuffing to the chest.
She is wearing an emblazoned tower shield, a bard blue wicker pannier, an enameled-iron black fox pin with bright amber eyes, a cerulean hip belt embroidered with intricate golden wrens, a handcarved teak herbalist's case clasped with a crystal jadice flower, a bright multi-colored cape stitched with the image of a honey-haired Elven Bard playing upon a set of musical bones followed by a group of Elanthian women, a well-worn cerulean blue musician's pouch with tiny gold-stitched glaysker flowers, a delicate brushed silver armband trimmed with a row of jade glaysker flowers, a silken jade sash with platinum lining, a kyanite gwethdesuan, a jadeite gwethdesuan, a lightweight floral silk sarong, a blue brocade backpack embroidered along the straps with a wren-in-flight pattern, a leather-wrapped wooden sheath, an antique platinum ring bearing the Paladin Guild crest and the device of the Custos family, a wren feather pick, some gleaming chain and a tawny brown carving case with a jade clasp.
Belulhe Baringsford, an Elven Cleric.
She has pointed ears and dark eyes. Her black hair is shoulder length and thick, and is worn arranged in an intricate Elven braid. She has fair skin.
She is young for an Elf.
She has faint scuffing to the neck, tiny scratches to the right arm, faint scuffing to the left arm, faint scuffing to the right leg, faint scuffing to the left leg, faint scuffing to the left hand, minor swelling and bruising in the chest area compounded by cuts and bruises about the chest area, faint scuffing to the abdomen, faint scuffing to the back.
She is holding a glass of mulberry-wheat beer in her left hand. She is wearing a pale silver prayer bead chain, some polished chain, a fuzzy gem pouch, a pilgrim's badge, a polished chain balaclava, a slender silver eyebrow ring, a white gold nose ring, a silver filigree and cambrinth earring, a teardrop cambrinth pendant, a crystal charm hung from a fine silver chain, a shiny gold star, a gold medallion symbolizing dedication to Chadatru, a rich sable backpack, a delicate brushed silver armband trimmed with a row of jade glaysker flowers, some polished gold gloves, an articulated blued-steel weapon harness with interlocking plates engraved with the form of a regal lion, a rich sable pouch, a silver-edged dark spidersilk pouch, a midnight blue hip pouch embroidered with the image of a stealthy lioness stalking through the forest, some rich sable trousers, a brown leather carving case secured with a spherical jade clasp, some dashing sable leather thigh boots with wide cuffs, a tattered cobweb-covered pouch, a bronze dragon pin, some green malachite and cedar hair beads on a knotted chestnut horsehair cord, a belted blue dress and an oval shield.
Bryn Faolin-Ruadh, a Human Moon Mage.
She has crystal blue eyes. Her golden hair is very long and curly, and is worn loose, tucked behind her ears. She has tanned skin.
She is fairly young for a Human.
She has a tattoo of a water sprite dancing around a willow tree on her leg.
She is in good shape.
She is holding a snifter of Rissan brandy in her right hand. She is wearing some gold steel-rimmed spectacles, a formal red cloak with a sharply-cut collar and a gold rose clasp, a dark velvet knapsack with a golden button clasp, an off-the-shoulder gown of scarlet silk embroidered with gold thread, a soft scarlet leather garter with tiny gold buckles and some low scarlet suede boots with polished ebonwood heels.
Daerlynn Soulmyste-Falconsong of Elanthia, a Human Bard.
She has jade eyes. Her brunette hair is shoulder length and straight, and is worn in a careless, windblown arrangement. She has pale skin. She has a delicately painted design of jade green ivy leaves radiating out from her eyes.
She is young for a Human.
She has faint scuffing to the head, faint scuffing to the right arm, cuts and bruises about the left arm, faint scuffing to the left leg, faint scuffing to the left hand, tiny scratches to the chest, faint scuffing to the right eye.
She is holding a scarlet gypsy tambourine with fluttering multi-colored ribbons in her right hand. She is wearing a blackened chain coif with a silvery steel eye-guard, some fringed moss-green suede falconer's gauntlets, a silver mesh moonflower framed by delicate emerald silk leaves, a grey wool cloak woven with the image of two singing sisters, a forest green linen peasant blouse with a loose and daring neckline, a multi-colored tiered gypsy skirt that is gathered up highly on one side, a belled anklet, a gold filigree charm bracelet, some hammered gold toe bells, a jangling golden hip-chain set with carved ivory roses, a sleek skirmisher's shield crafted from dusky black ironwood, a delicate silver ring embedded with tiny diamonds, a bijou jade promise ring inlaid with a silver heron gripping a harp in her beak, a patchwork gypsy drawstring purse, a mirrored turpeer, a leaf-green suede garter with criss-crossed laces, a dark grey messenger's satchel reinforced with thick black leather, a carved pick, a dark blue bandolier embroidered with an exquisitely detailed violin, a silvery buckskin harness, some silvery silk dancing slippers accented with tinted glass beads, a graceful white hip scarf artfully embroidered and fringed in silver and gold and some silvered chain woven over the heart with steelsilk links forming a white dove bearing a broken sword.
Battle Empath Danara Kelblaine of Elanthia, a Gnome.
She has green eyes. Her blue-black hair is shoulder length and wavy, and is worn in a tousled mass of locks that tumbles over her shoulders. She has tanned skin.
She is young for a Gnome.
She has a tattoo of a pure white unicorn kneeling in a bed of clover on her neck.
She has an occasional twitching in the neck, a constant twitching in the right arm, a constant twitching in the left arm, minor scarring along the left leg, minor scarring along the right hand, an occasional twitching in the left hand, minor scarring along the abdomen, an occasional twitching in the back, minor scars across the left eye.
She is wearing a woven silver choker sprinkled with dark emerald teardrops, a black spidersilk backpack embroidered with a unicorn standing beside the sea, a snow white cloak embroidered with a rearing unicorn, a dark green bodice embroidered along the edges with silver ivy leaves, a glittering silver belt of moons and stars linked with tiny jade bells, a soft gold-threaded skirt and some pale ivory velvet slippers with triangular gold buckles.
Dareth Germanez of Therengia, a Human Paladin.
He has ale-brown eyes. His golden brown hair is short and thick, and is worn loose. He has tanned skin.
He is young for a Human.
He is clean shaven.
He is in good shape.
He is wearing a translucent albredine ring, some sparkling white gauntlets engraved with two playful dolphins, a waermodi gwethdesuan, a sjatmal gwethdesuan, a thigh bag, a black cloak, a sable leather belt painted with the image of a snarling wolverine, an indigo gem pouch, a claymore sheath, some cuffed forester's boots, an ivory colored horse charm with polished onyx eyes, a pilgrim's badge, a deep amaranth journey pack, a full plate armor, a black swordsman's shirt laced at the neck with a golden cord and stitched with the image of a magnificent falcon with wings outstretched, some pleated black wool breeches cross-gartered from ankle to knee, a lantholite gwethdesuan, a cambrinth armband carved into the shape of interlocked leaping dolphins and a burnished kite shield.
Troubadour Dewsong deRosa, an Elothean Bard.
He has tilted almond-shaped milky blue eyes. His silver hair is shoulder length and thick, and is worn feathered back from his face in a windblown look. He has tanned skin.
He is in his prime for an Elothean.
He is clean shaven.
He has faint scuffing to the neck, faint scuffing to the right arm, tiny scratches to the left arm, faint scuffing to the abdomen. He is in good shape.
He is wearing a small rose-etched pin, some dark green velvet boots embroidered with twining roses, some chain, a halberd, a narrow jade wedding band inlaid with a twining golden rose, a dusty rose harness, some rich red pleated wool breeches embroidered with golden lutes and wandering rose vines, a billowing white shirt with pleated ruffs on the collar and cuffs, a dusty rose cloak, a dusty rose sack, a dusty rose bag, an etched silver medallion, a jangling golden hip-chain set with carved ivory roses, a spiraling cambrinth armband inlaid with a carved onyx ram, a creamy white silk tabard intricately embroidered with a shimmering golden harp, a brass-riveted leather travel pack embroidered with golden lutes and wandering rose vines, a leather-cup shepherd's sling, a whittled rosewood stein, a marqueterie copperleaf locket, a crystal rose pendant, a dark blue ankle sheath bearing a black stylized dragon, a lantholite gwethdesuan, a sjatmal gwethdesuan, a lasmodi gwethdesuan, a dusty rose pouch, a double-wrapped leather sword belt tooled with wandering rose vines, some crimson steel-rimmed spectacles, a heavy silver charm bracelet, a silver earring in the shape of a shield emblazoned with a heart, an amethyst engagement ring, a delicate gold rose ring and a dusty rose pick.
Berserker Drakkenn Rarenth of Ilithi, a Gor'Tog Barbarian.
He has jade eyes. He has ebon skin.
He is young for a Gor'Tog.
He has a tattoo of a crouching mountain lion surrounded by a thicket of thorns over a blazing sun on his face.
He has faint scuffing to the neck, some faint scars along the right arm, some faint scars along the left arm, minor swelling and bruising around the right leg compounded by cuts and bruises about the right leg, minor scarring along the right leg, some faint scars along the left leg, some faint scars along the right hand, some faint scars along the left hand, tiny scratches to the chest, faint scuffing to the back, faint scuffing to the right eye.
He is holding a tarnished silver whiskey flask in his right hand. He is wearing a red gold eyebrow ring, a gold ring bearing the crest of the Barbarian's Guild, a jadeite gwethdesuan, a frosted glass fist-shaped pin, a bronze dragon pin, a dark wine cloak clasped with a bronze pin, a broadsword ear-stud, a moonstone boar armband, a tiny pewter yurt charm, some knitted plaid socks, a blood red linen hip pouch woven in black with dancing barbarians, some thick bearskin boots with engraved boar tusk heels, a barbarian's wristlet made of cured kelpie leather and interlaced goblin bones, a pig made out of pale pink seashells, a wooden pig trinket, some black and yellow weepers, a silver key with a spider-web design on the grip, a thigh quiver dyed in a brown and green camouflage pattern, a gold tunic pin embellished with a fire agate, a soldier's supply bag, a lockpick case with a detailed painting of the western mountains, a motley jester's tabard of faded green and gold satin diamonds, a wild boar charm, a gold medallion symbolizing dedication to Everild, a wooden hedgehog trinket, a copper peccary trinket, a doeskin vest sloppily embroidered with a Barbarian crest pattern in taffelberry black thread, a wire and amber pin, a lion's tooth, a tin hog trinket, an engraved gold Dokora pin, a black lambskin sporran, a fine woolen kilt with a golden silk tassel, a double-wrapped leather sword belt tooled with rampaging wild boars, a worked leather staff harness, a studded greatsword harness, an ugly grey sack, some darkly oiled leathers, a desumos hide peddler's pack, a shiny pig charm, a shiny pig anklet, a crimson leather mask, some brass-studded leather dueling gauntlets with gilt-edged tooling on the cuffs, a curved teakwood longbow carved to resemble a gnarled branch and an oaken bolt box acid-incised with images of hunting nobility and fierce animals in a wooded glen.
Eolwyn Temura, a Human Barbarian.
She has dark eyes. Her dark brown hair is shoulder length and straight, and is worn pulled back in two braids. She has fair skin.
She is fairly young for a Human.
She has faint scuffing to the head, faint scuffing to the right arm, tiny scratches to the left arm, tiny scratches to the right leg, minor swelling and bruising around the left leg, faint scuffing to the right hand, faint scuffing to the left hand, minor swelling and bruising in the chest area compounded by cuts and bruises about the chest area, faint scuffing to the abdomen, faint scuffing to the back.
She is holding a flagon of Bronze beer in her right hand. She is wearing a lumpy bundle, a round wolf-tail shield, a supple leather belt buckled with a stylized dragon's head, a sling, a diamond pendant, a blackened silver ru'at bracelet inset with blue-white diamonds, an earring, a woven willow gathering pouch, a blue velvet ribbon, a leather sheath, a blue gem pouch, some burgundy socks, a braided horsehair bracelet, some silk leggings, some scuffed apple-red slippers, a sturdy backpack, some dusty rose buckskin leathers, a polished chain balaclava and some mail gauntlets.
Spellsword Fiticus Burramus of Elanthia, a Human Warrior Mage.
He has brown eyes. His brown hair is shoulder length and straight, and is worn slicked back away from his face. He has tanned skin.
He is young for a Human.
He has a thin sparse mustache on his upper lip and a thin patchy beard.
He has faint scuffing to the neck, minor swelling and bruising around the right arm compounded by deep cuts across the right arm, tiny scratches to the left arm, minor swelling and bruising around the right leg compounded by cuts and bruises about the right leg, faint scuffing to the left leg, faint scuffing to the right hand, faint scuffing to the left hand, gaping holes in the chest area, tiny scratches to the abdomen, faint scuffing to the right eye, faint scuffing to the skin.
He is wearing a suede gem pouch, some blued steel mail with a padded leather gambeson, a black spidersilk weapons harness clasped with a burnished gold star, a polished light crossbow set with a gold lightning bolt-shaped boltplate, a silver eyebrow ring, some bear-skin boots, some darned grey socks, a pair of calf length trousers tied with a knotted rope belt, a crystal charm hung from a fine silver chain, a golden finger claw, a red sash, a cambrinth armband carved into the shape of interlocked leaping dolphins, a blue velvet ribbon, an archer's snowbeast-pelt bracer, a marquetry lockpick case handcrafted with an inlaid design of a mariner's compass, a handcarved teak herbalist's case clasped with a crystal jadice flower, a gargoyle-hide vest, a ring braided from silver and bronze wire, a faded gold ring, an elegant spidersilk traveler's backpack and a jadeite gwethdesuan.
Grasimnio Benionicci of Elanthia, a Human.
He has brown eyes. His dark brown hair is short and straight, and is worn slicked back away from his face. He has fair skin.
He is young for a Human.
He is clean shaven.
He has deep slashes across the left leg. He is bleeding lightly from the left leg.
He is wearing an oval shield, a full chain helm, some buckled leather vambraces, a twisted cambrinth armband, a simple pewter charm bracelet, a miniature wooden barrel, a living shroud of seaweed strands, some doeskin boots, a corded claymore sheath, a rusty tin lunch pail with a mismatched steel handle, a black agate ring inset with a cambrinth shark, a sturdy backpack simply embroidered with an Empath crest pattern in white thread, some pure white leather pants, a jadeite gwethdesuan, a lockpick case with a detailed painting of the western mountains and a blue spidersilk pouch trimmed with magpie feathers.
Heston Falconsong, an Elothean.
She has tilted almond-shaped crystal blue eyes. Her auburn hair is short and straight, and is worn loose. She has copper skin.
She is in her prime for an Elothean.
She has a tattoo of a curved dagger with a skull-shaped pommel on her back.
She has faint scuffing to the right arm. She is in good shape.
She is wearing a heavy black greatcoat, a blue sapphire eyebrow ring with blackened heron feathers dangling to the side, a suede haversack, a piece of black string dangling a mirror-finish gold-plated ring engraved with the heron of Idon, a Bardic Soul Knot ear-stud, a quilted sable shirt with leather pads, a tarnished silver whiskey flask, some fitted leather riding breeches and a hemlock sniper's shortbow wrapped in night-black silks.
Jatrick Bassien, a Rakash Bard.
He has hazel eyes. His black hair is shoulder length and wavy, and is worn tied back. He has pale skin.
He is young for a Rakash.
He has a thin bushy mustache on his upper lip and a short stringy beard.
He has faint scuffing to the right arm. He is in good shape.
He is wearing a medium shield, a composite bow, a dark grey odaj, a dark grey messenger's satchel reinforced with thick black leather, some scale greaves, some saffron trousers, a bronze armband, a chain shirt, a blue gem pouch and a red leather sheath.
Brother Jedadia McClarin, a Kaldaran Cleric.
He has hazel eyes. His auburn hair is short and fine, and is worn tousled. He has tanned skin.
He is young for a Kaldar.
He has a scruffy growth of stubble on his face.
He has a constant twitching in the right hand, cuts and bruises about the left hand, faint scuffing to the right eye.
He is wearing some blackened mail gloves, a fine-linked chain coif woven with icy-blue metallic strands, some blued steel mail with a padded leather gambeson, a darkened tower shield inlaid with copper filigree, a smooth ivory pick, a streaked blue albredine ring, a fringed leather sheath, a fringed leather hip pouch, a coruscated scale sack, a frosty lazurite ring bearing the crest of the Cleric's Guild, a small fine gold hoop earring, a glittering quartz nose stud, a hand-stitched traveler's pack, an emerald and gold wrist-cuff, a darkened metal lockpick case, an elegant silverwillow parchment case clasped with a glistening aquamarine dolphin, a thigh quiver dyed in a brown and green camouflage pattern, a copper wren charm on a braided ivory white silk chain, a brown leather carving case secured with a spherical jade clasp, a golden tasseled spear, a forester's bow, a sleek mahogany crossbow, a steel-studded weapons belt, a supple leather belt buckled with a stylized dragon's head, a heavy bronze armband shaped like a massive kraken, some side-laced tan suede boots with fringed cuffs, some dark tan buckskin pants with fringe along the seams, a cream-colored cotton shirt with billowing sleeves, a soft oilcloth vest and a rough cloak of tan cougar hides laced with leather thongs.
Fortuneteller Jerelliene J'narviel, an Elothean Moon Mage.
She has tilted almond-shaped crystal green eyes. Her red hair is long and curly, and is worn in a tousled mass of locks that tumbles over her shoulders. She has fair skin.
She is fairly young for an Elothean.
She has tiny scratches to the neck, minor scarring along the neck, faint scuffing to the right arm, faint scuffing to the right leg, faint scuffing to the left leg, cuts and bruises about the right hand, faint scuffing to the left hand, faint scuffing to the chest, faint scuffing to the abdomen, a bruised and swollen right eye, a bruised and swollen left eye.
She is wearing a twisted cambrinth armband, a spiral-carved ironwood starchart tube, a deep red backpack depicting Katamba rising above a sunset, a map case, a black velvet gem pouch with a jade dragon clasp, a brooch depicting a nightingale with crystal tipped wings, some gold hair beads, a multi-layered black and gold silk gauze skirt, a fitted black silk bodice with a lace-filled sweetheart neckline, some black slippers, a black velvet hip pouch embroidered with gold stars depicting the Shrike, a dull silver cloak pin inset with an opaque glass Tokka card, a canvas book bag, a golden faience necklace, a black cloak, a pure white thigh bag, a multi-faceted ring bearing the Tokka card symbol of the Fortune's Path gypsies, a target shield, a cambrinth shadowling charm suspended from a black satin cord and some chain.
Kaedan Nethral, a Prydaen Bard.
He has pointed ears and cat-slitted crystal blue eyes. His silver mane is short and fine, and is worn in a careless, windblown arrangement. He has black fur and a slender tail.
He is young for a Prydaen.
He has a tattoo of a wren perched upon a fisted gauntlet over a lute of gold on his hand.
He is in good shape.
He is wearing a darkened blue chain coif of finely wrought links crested with the visage of a griffon, a dark blue spidersilk pouch, a tall pewter tankard labeled "Cailei's Man", a thick leather backpack embellished with polished blue chain links, a sapphire blue sheath, a platinum quarter-note pin, a hammered silver epaulet chased with the crest of the Bard's Guild, a somber black mourning armband depicting the plight of the Prydaen, a leather-corded Prydaen ancestral bone necklace, a silver ring bearing the crest of the Bard Guild, a Bardic Spirit Knot tailband, an engraved silver bracelet portraying a musical staff sprinkled with notes, some black leather hand-tooled boots, a pale violet lilac, a carved bard blue pick, a black lambskin sporran, a hand-crafted leather music satchel, a shimmering dark blue cloak, a S'lai short bow, a bard blue wool kilt attractively embroidered with a Bard crest pattern in black thread, some darkened mail coated with a bluish patina covering each finely wrought link, a bard blue linen leine, a slender silver eyebrow ring, some darkened blue chain gauntlets backed with bladed knuckles and a tower shield.
Paladin Kariavau Dulkanov of Elanthia, a Kaldar.
She has ale-brown eyes. Her auburn hair is long and wavy, and is worn loose. She has fair skin. She has a delicately painted design of jade green ivy leaves radiating out from her eyes.
She is young for a Kaldar.
She is in good shape.
She is holding some peppermint tea in her right hand. She is wearing a black gem pouch, a double-wrapped leather sword belt tooled with wandering rose vines, a sapphire engagement ring, a pearl white cloak embroidered with pale blue sirese flowers along the lapels, a sleeveless floor-length cream silk tunic gathered at the waist with golden ribbons, some white doeskin boots with tiny wolf-shaped onyx charms, a platinum ring bearing the crest of the Paladin Guild, a cougar-pelt pouch, a pink diamond-studded brass tussie-mussie brooch, a sturdy gold backpack sloppily embroidered with a lion pattern in white thread and an ash longbow.
Keliq Demonin, an Elf.
He has pointed ears and silver eyes. His white hair is shoulder length and straight, and is worn tied back. He has ebon skin.
He is young for an Elf.
He has a scruffy growth of stubble on his face.
He is in good shape.
He is holding a Meadow Bloom herbal tea in his right hand and a stuffed crustacean pie in his left. He is wearing a target shield, a short bow, some reinforced greaves, some smoke grey leather pants, some buckled leather vambraces, a leather breastplate, an anklet, a leather belt, a black leather sheath, a thigh quiver dyed in a brown and green camouflage pattern, a sturdy backpack, an ebony thigh bag, an ebony arm pouch, a storm grey cloak, some fawn brown doeskin boots, a fitted silk vest and a leather armband.
Kerrison Dalewind, an Elf.
She has pointed ears and crystal blue eyes. Her golden brown hair is long and straight, and is worn loose. She has fair skin.
She is young for an Elf.
She is in good shape.
She is wearing a deep ebony fur-lined cloak, a suit of expertly-crafted Elven soldier's plate engraved with a roaring golden lion, a deep crimson shirt with billowing sleeves laced closed at the cuff by leather cording, a black leather split-strap sword belt with silver inlays, a sturdy backpack, a fine woolen kilt with a golden silk tassel and a pair of polished black leather knee boots.
Kithria Dustdanser, an Elf.
She has pointed ears and jade eyes. Her honey hair is long and wavy, and is worn feathered back from her face in a windblown look. She has fair skin.
She is young for an Elf.
She has a tattoo of an iridescent winged butterfly on her leg.
She is in good shape.
She is wearing a jangling golden hip-chain set with carved ivory roses, a shimmering scarf of pale golden silk that drapes gently around the neck, a golden diamond-shaped pendant inlaid with a garnet panel, a pale gold cotton shirt with buttons of carved lapis, some calf-high black suede boots with silver clasps, some lean black leather pants cut low with front-lacing, a jadeite gwethdesuan, a carved silver pick, a black spidersilk backpack, a thigh quiver, a long mesh weapon harness, some deep blue chain patterned in silvery-white steelsilk with dazzling stars entwined among hemlock blossoms, a hip-slung leather sword belt with ornate bronze buckles and fittings, a yellow-orange Passion rose, a golden ring set with a sapphire carved in the shape of a winged dragon, a misty white satin ribbon, a dark blue velvet dress cloak with a dramatic winged collar, some leather braid covers embossed with a prowling tiger, a darkened chain balaclava adorned with an iron dragon circlet and some gilded mail gauntlets.
Lahree Moqlikar, a Prydaen Moon Mage.
She has pointed ears and cat-slitted hazel eyes. Her black mane is short and straight, and is worn tousled. She has black fur with a white belly with white stripes and a slender tail.
She is young for a Prydaen.
She has some faint scars along the chest. She is in good shape.
She is holding a slice of roast suckling pig in her right hand and some glowing Elothean windhaze in her left. She is wearing a lumpy bundle, some crimson leather leggings, a fringed doeskin jerkin, a signet ring, a sturdy backpack, a ebony longbow, a twisted cambrinth armband, a moonstone anklet, a moonstone choker, some silk stockings, some white cotton long gloves, a silver grey tail pouch, an ornate scabbard, a pair of emerald earrings, a silvery coin-shaped ring and a green faience necklace.
Jester Lethargy Silkyfingers of Elanthia, a S'Kra Mur Bard.
She has slitted eyes, one milky white and one crystal blue, silver scales and a slender tail.
She is young for a S'Kra Mur.
She has some faint scars along the right hand, deep cuts across the left hand.
She is holding a snifter of Rissan brandy in her left hand. She is wearing a leather necklace supporting an onyx and a gold feather, a pink sweetheart rose, a dark crimson garter accented with black beaded lace, a black leather cloak trimmed in silver, a platinum heron earring, a dark leather bodice cinched with silver cord dangling at the ends with dark crystal beads, some hammered gold toe bells, a slender braided silver ankle chain, a hammered silver epaulet chased with the crest of the Bard's Guild, a fine mesh backpack, a friendship ring crafted of two curved and intertwined bands of gold, a pale Captivation rose, a white gold eyebrow ring, a mirror-finish gold-plated ring engraved with the heron of Idon, a gold-chased woodwind case, a double steel-spiked tailband fastened with copper clasps, a motley jester's tabard of faded green and gold satin diamonds, a silver small oilcloth case, a sturdy weapon harness, a tiny crystal goblet charm dangling from a platinum oval pin, a lapis lazuli heron armband, an ebony spidersilk shift fastened with a sterling silver chain belt, a commemorative silver Kronar medallion hanging from a red silk ribbon, an enameled cloak clasp shaped like the masks of tragedy and comedy, a lantholite gwethdesuan, a sjatmal gwethdesuan, a lasmodi gwethdesuan, a fuzzy gem pouch, a time-worn lacewood pick, a diamond and platinum locket, some highly-polished top boots accented with the hand-tooled image of a serpent coiled around a sword, a pair of hammered silver wristcuffs set with star sapphires in a wheel pattern and a jet black leather skirt.
Lunarc Toja, a Human Ranger.
He has crystal blue eyes. His platinum hair is short and straight, and is worn in a tousled, finger-combed style. He has tanned skin.
He is young for a Human.
He has a scruffy growth of stubble on his upper lip and a thick stringy beard.
He has faint scuffing to the right leg, faint scuffing to the left hand, faint scuffing to the back, a severely swollen and bruised right eye compounded by a bruised and swollen right eye.
He is holding a shot of Darkstone Whiskey in his right hand. He is wearing a bloodstone ring, some deep ebony snakeskin leathers, some cuffed forester's boots, a deep ebony lockpick case set with smooth onyx plates, a sea-green sack embroidered with seashells and starfish, a pewter dragon-shaped earring, a jet black sheath, a snakeskin wrist sheath, a carved jade dragon pin with tiny faceted ruby eyes, a jet black doeskin belt, a sturdy black backpack, a gold ring bearing the crest of the Ranger Guild, a black weasel-hide pouch clasped with a silver weasel charm, some topaz armbands, a fine silver chain, some tan slim pants and a stiff satin vest.
Matheaus Cougarclaw, a Prydaen Bard.
He has pointed ears and cat-slitted crystal green eyes. His blue-black mane is very long and straight, and is worn tied back. He has white fur with black points with black stripes and a slender tail.
He is young for a Prydaen.
He has faint scuffing to the neck, faint scuffing to the left arm, tiny scratches to the right leg, faint scuffing to the left leg, faint scuffing to the right hand, tiny scratches to the chest, faint scuffing to the abdomen, tiny scratches to the back. He is in good shape.
He is holding a snifter of Rissan brandy in his right hand and a snifter of Rissan brandy in his left. He is wearing some moss-green falconer's gauntlets, an ivory-fanged leather cougar mask, some moss-green crested leathers, some forest green boots, some snowbeast-pelt trousers, a sturdy black backpack, a leather belt, a brilliant green shield, a ebony longbow, a fang-tipped bone earring, a bear-hide quiver, a small wheel-shaped ring, a blued-steel wheel-shaped earring, a fir green tiger-engraved scabbard, a hip pouch, an otterskin belt pouch, a carved silver pick and a leather ankle sheath.
Apprentice Maxnangnus De'Lightning of Ilithi, an Elf.
He has pointed ears and violet eyes. His silver hair is shoulder length and straight, and is worn arranged in tight dreadlocks. He has tanned skin.
He is young for an Elf.
He is clean shaven.
He has a tattoo of a fist of dark clouds holding a sword made of lightning on his neck.
He is in good shape.
He is holding a lizard talisman in his right hand and a snake charm in his left. He is wearing a rotted strip of sinew with shrunken gnome skulls attached by strings of bone beads, a battered oval shield, a soft black haversack, a shadowy black mage's robe shot through with silver and red threads, some iron gauntlets deeply engraved with stylized lions, an iron-banded leather helm with a depending segmented neck guard, a slender silver eyebrow ring, a carved obsidian earcuff, a high-collared black greatcloak, a shadowy black satin handfasting cord tipped with carved ebony charms, some fitted shadowy black sandals with detailed straps and a double-laminate ironwood longbow with a string of crow feathers dangling from the grip.
Mykk Dalys of Elanthia, a Halfling.
He has blue eyes. His black hair is short and wavy, and is worn in a simple, loose style. He has tanned skin.
He is a daydreamer for a Halfling.
He is clean shaven.
He is in good shape.
He is wearing an apple-red satin hat, a grey satin shirt, some pleated black wool trousers, a canvas sack, a double-wrapped leather sword belt tooled with wandering rose vines, a deep purple tart pouch appliqued with a tiny golden ram, a purple tapestry satchel embroidered with a gilded taffelberry branch -- the emblem of the Arthe Dale Trader's Guild, a jadeite gwethdesuan and a kyanite gwethdesuan.
Novice Niwin L'pi, a Prydaen.
She has pointed ears and cat-slitted amber eyes. She has a cropped dark brown mane, sandy fur with a sepia belly with sepia stripes and a slender tail.
She is young for a Prydaen.
She is in good shape.
She is wearing a small bundle, a fang-tipped bone torque, some burgundy leather leggings, a hide breastplate, a long bearskin cloak and a Bardic Spirit Knot ear-stud.
Nepenthe Paschein WellBorne-Nyrobi, an Elothean.
She has tilted almond-shaped green eyes. Her blue-black hair is shoulder length and thick, and is worn braided. She has fair skin.
She is in her prime for an Elothean.
She has a tattoo of faint blue bite marks on her right wrist.
She has severe scarring and ugly gashes about the right arm, a constant twitching in the left arm, severe scarring and ugly gashes about the right leg, severe scarring along the right hand, severe scarring along the left hand, severe scarring along the chest area, a bruised and swollen right eye, deeply scarred gashes across the right eye.
She is holding a snifter of Elothean windhaze in her right hand. She is wearing a misty grey mask, some misty grey gloves, an elegant spidersilk traveler's backpack, an embroidery pouch, a multi-stranded platinum hipchain with an eye charm, a leather sheath, a sparkling crystal and ivory cameo, a miniature wooden barrel, a canvas field kit, some thin platinum-framed spectacles, a narrow white gold wedding band, some fine Elothean gold bracelets, some wide platinum wristcuffs, an Elothean lace and crystal collar, a flowing raw silk shirt with crystal buttons, a soft-grey corset laced with steelsilk, some soft-black leather breeches with sinuous steelsilk lacings, an azure-scaled poloh'izh hide cloak, a pair of platinum-heeled pearl grey boots, a jadeite gwethdesuan, a kyanite gwethdesuan, some misty grey leathers, a delicate rose pendant hung on a thin platinum chain and a misty grey scarf.
Pyrolian Fyrshad, a Kaldar.
He has mismatched eyes, one crystal blue and one brown. His russet hair is very long and curly, and is worn tied back. He has pale skin.
He is young for a Kaldar.
He is clean shaven.
He has faint scuffing to the neck. He is in good shape.
He is wearing a fine-linked chain coif woven with red metallic strands, a lantholite gwethdesuan, a silver gilt hauberk, a lyre-shaped kilt-brooch, a forester's crossbow, a black wool shirt sloppily embroidered with a Bard crest pattern in magenta thread, a battle-worn weapon harness studded with darkened steel emblems of the gods, a sturdy black backpack sloppily embroidered with a Bard crest pattern in gold-colored thread, a leather origami case, some jet black boots, an arm pouch stitched with a beautiful forest scene, a silver flute case, a deep black thigh bag with a hand-forged silver clasp, a round wooden pin carved with a dancing ram and donkey, an enameled cloak clasp shaped like the masks of tragedy and comedy, a gold medallion symbolizing dedication to Hodierna, a thigh quiver dyed in a brown and green camouflage pattern, a lacquered scarlet instrument case painted with golden wrens, a leather ankle sheath, a ring, a platinum eyebrow ring, a hip pouch branded with the image of a single musical note, a black and red plaid kilt, a carved pick, a black cloak, a carved wooden amulet and a braided lute-string ring.
Troubadour Raziaar Dvinegus, a Human.
He has blue eyes. His golden brown hair is short and wavy, and is worn untamed. He has tanned skin.
He is young for a Human.
He is clean shaven.
He has a tattoo of two large intertwining snakes one with midnight black scales highlighted in silver and the other skeletal on his arm.
He has faint scuffing to the head, faint scuffing to the left arm, faint scuffing to the right leg, faint scuffing to the left leg, tiny scratches to the abdomen, faint scuffing to the back, faint scuffing to the right eye. He is in good shape.
He is holding a razor-edged claw in his right hand and a razor-edged claw in his left. He is wearing a midnight black helm, some midnight black armor, an enveloping ebony greatcloak with an elaborate emerald-eyed panther clasp, a rich sable backpack, a golden badge molded into a miniature shield with an inlaid ebony dragon, some black and yellow weepers, some sable polished leather boots with chased gold toe caps, a sable tunic, some sable pants, a long leather sheath edged with bits of ivory labeled "Battle Bard", a gold mourning band etched with a skeleton in bas-relief, a pewter pendant with a small amethyst in the center of its Blood Knot and some iron gauntlets deeply engraved with stylized lions.
Bandit Relue Havaria, a S'Kra Mur.
He has slitted green eyes, golden scales and a slender tail.
He is young for a S'Kra Mur.
He has faint scuffing to the right arm, faint scuffing to the left hand, faint scuffing to the chest. He is in good shape.
He is wearing a tarnished silver whiskey flask, a leather sheath, a tail sheath, a russet red pack, a snug leather vest, a full-sleeved linen shirt, some black slim pants, a leather quiver, some ankle-high Elven stalking boots, a marquetry lockpick case handcrafted with an inlaid design of a mariner's compass and a lightweight mariner's crossbow.
Rihkkeyhd Piemdrika, a Gor'Tog Commoner.
He has mismatched eyes, one crystal blue and one violet. He has emerald skin.
He is fairly young for a Gor'Tog.
He has faint scuffing to the right arm, faint scuffing to the left arm, faint scuffing to the left leg, faint scuffing to the left hand, faint scuffing to the chest, faint scuffing to the abdomen, faint scuffing to the back. He is in good shape.
He is wearing a silvered chain coverall, a scale aventail, a black and gold batik vest, a pair of black mesh handguards, an azure belted leather baldric fitted with a burnished silver crescent moon buckle, a small velvet sack embroidered with tumbling dice, a wire and peridot pin, a sapphire and silver ring depicting a pair of Tokka cards, a smokey black satin rosette, a glittering silver ear cuff, a thick leather rucksack with bronze clasps, a pair of jet-black pants made from scaly leather, a very loose dark blue satin sash, some polished leather traveler's boots, a visored helm, a silver-edged shield and a spike-tipped steel guisarme.
Rykard Due'Linderia, an Elf.
He has pointed ears and dark eyes. His black hair is long and straight, and is worn tied back. He has tanned skin.
He is young for an Elf.
He is clean shaven.
He has faint scuffing to the head, some faint scars along the neck, some faint scars along the left hand, faint scuffing to the chest, faint scuffing to the abdomen, faint scuffing to the back, faint scuffing to the left eye. He is in good shape.
He is wearing a deep ebony leather cloak, some black silk breeches, a leather quiver, a black leather sheath, some black riding boots, a black leather doublet held closed by heavy silver buttons, a full-sleeved white silk shirt, a leather backpack, an ebony leather mask painted with curling silver designs, a pair of ebony leather gloves, some smoky black leathers, a ebony longbow, a burnished silver double banded wedding ring set with an Elven sapphire and a darkened Elven stalkers bow fashioned with silver tips.
Saphryna Silverwaters, a Kaldaran Empath.
She has mismatched eyes, one blue and one green. Her black hair is long and straight, and is worn loose. She has fair skin.
She is young for a Kaldar.
She has faint scuffing to the head, some faint scars along the right hand, some faint scars along the left hand, tiny scratches to the chest, an occasional twitching in the chest area, faint scuffing to the abdomen, faint scuffing to the back, faint scuffing to the right eye.
She is holding a sticky sweet roll in her right hand and a cup of spiked punch in her left. She is wearing some chain, a midnight blue dragon-painted shield, some black gauntlets, a black velvet ribbon, a light blue backpack, a dusky blue vela'tohr flower, a gold necklace bearing the crest of the Empath Guild, a black leather cloak trimmed in silver, a black satin bodice laced with silvery velvet threads, a heather blue blouse, a delicate wild orchid corsage, a sparkling bracelet set with heart-shaped diamonds, a simple pewter charm bracelet, a streaked blue albredine ring, a glittering silver belt of moons and stars linked with tiny jade bells, a silver leather sheath, a silver flute case, a darkened metal lockpick case, a delicate pouch woven with the fibers of various herbs, a fuzzy gem pouch, some black lace slim pants and some pitch-black boots.
Journeyman Ssxiao Dhakraan, a S'Kra Mur Bard.
He has slitted gold eyes, brown scales and a slender tail.
He is fairly young for a S'Kra Mur.
He is in good shape.
He is holding a jug of brown ale in his right hand. He is wearing some reinforced gloves, a great helm, a dark gem pouch, a jackal-tooth wristband, a sjatmal gwethdesuan, a hammered copper tailband, a waermodi gwethdesuan, a lasmodi gwethdesuan, a polished flute-shaped earcuff, a black cotton gamantang, some sandals, a troll-claw necklace, an embossed quiver, a cord-bound canvas satchel, a sturdy backpack and full double leather.
Tessielle Ikh'sarrh, an Elf.
She has pointed ears and jade eyes. Her black hair is very long and straight, and is worn arranged in an intricate Elven braid. She has fair skin.
She is young for an Elf.
She is in good shape.
She is holding a snifter of Rissan brandy in her right hand. She is wearing a full-skirted violet silk gown trimmed with ivory lace along the hem and low neckline, a pair of ivory satin elbow-length gloves, some dainty black velvet slippers with polished silver buckles, a delicate bracelet formed of gold-dipped rosemary leaves, a delicate platinum anklet set with dangling amethyst violets, some black silk stockings, a small black velvet pouch trimmed with scarlet satin, a dark cambrinth armband inset with a multitude of tiny gemstone chips, a hip belt of delicate silver links dangling with tiny enameled blossoms in a rainbow of colors, a jadeite gwethdesuan and some beaten silver toe bells.
Whitbuffalo Buffont, an Elf.
He has pointed ears and violet eyes. His black hair is long and wavy, and is worn tied back in a thin braided tail. He has tanned skin.
He is young for an Elf.
He has some light stubble on his face.
He has a tattoo of a sleek panther that is stalking a dark armored warrior through the depths of a forest on his chest.
He has faint scuffing to the right arm, faint scuffing to the left arm, faint scuffing to the right leg, faint scuffing to the left leg, faint scuffing to the chest. He is in good shape.
He is holding a steel nehdalata in his right hand. He is wearing a lumpy bundle, a hand-stitched traveler's pack embroidered with an Elven mage, a shaving kit, a jadeite gwethdesuan, a purple silk shirt, a spherical cambrinth earring with a dangling silver disk, a cambrinth wristcuff inlaid with the black onyx silhouette of a ruby-eyed wolf, a platinum eyebrow ring, a tasseled leather waterskin, a deep ebony snake ring inset with ruby eyes, some black buckskin pants gathered with leather straps, a finely tailored jet-black vest with silvery-grey silk lining, a leather wand belt set with acid-etched steel plates, some onyx worry beads carved to resemble curled panthers, a necklace made up of a number of tiny rat skulls sewn onto a brilliant silver thread, a lasmodi gwethdesuan, a kyanite gwethdesuan, a sjatmal gwethdesuan, an embossed greatsword sheath, a pair of jet-black leather boots embellished with sealskin and panther buckles, a shadowy-black leather hunter's cloak embellished with emeralds and amethyst, a metallic blue hauberk, some iron gauntlets deeply engraved with stylized lions and a dark spidersilk gem pouch embroidered with the barely-visible image of a crouching panther.
Yerthe Chur'bak, a Prydaen Ranger.
He has pointed ears and cat-slitted eyes, one silver and one crystal blue. His black mane is long and straight, and is worn tied back. He has black fur with a white belly with silver stripes and a slender tail.
He is young for a Prydaen.
He is in good shape.
He is holding a flagon of Bronze beer in his right hand. He is wearing a lumpy bundle, a hooded linen robe, a sturdy backpack, a leather coat, a long bearskin cloak, some sapphire leather leggings, a fang-tipped wooden earring and a leather sheath.
Zazu Turning'leaf, a Prydaen.
She has pointed ears and cat-slitted silver eyes. Her blue-black mane is very long and curly, and is worn loose. She has blue-grey fur with black points with silver marbling and a slender tail. She has a swirling diagonal pattern of tiny silvery painted stars running from her forehead to cheekbone.
She is young for a Prydaen.
She has a tattoo of a water sprite dancing around a willow tree on her shoulder.
She has faint scuffing to the left hand, some tiny scars across the left hand, severe scarring and chunks of flesh missing from the chest area, faint scuffing to the abdomen, a constant twitching in the abdomen.
She is holding a glass of Aesry Island Tease in her right hand. She is wearing a glossy black ring set with a tiny crystal star, an aquamarine watersilk cloak patterned to resemble cresting waves, a long black alder keg carved into the shape of a slithering viper, a shaggy red fake mustache, a gossamer lace veil adorned with shimmering black diamond teardrops, some snug black suede boots with silver inlaid high-heels, an ivory brocade instrument case hung from a braided gold and jade green silk strap, a slender silver eyebrow ring, a graceful white hip scarf artfully embroidered and fringed in silver and gold, an anklet of fine silver links connecting oval mother-of-pearl beads, an elaborately braided ceremonial spidersilk sheath, some blue steel-rimmed spectacles, a woven silver hip chain adorned with polished amber beads, a carved white oak pick, a seafoam-blue watersilk pack laced with ivory silk cords and a hip pouch.
Feral Zephis Grimnoc of Ilithi, a S'Kra Mur Ranger.
He has slitted silver eyes, black scales and a slender tail.
He is young for a S'Kra Mur.
He has a tattoo of a sleek panther that is stalking a dark armored warrior through the depths of a forest on his hand.
He has faint scuffing to the right arm, faint scuffing to the left arm, tiny scratches to the right leg, faint scuffing to the left leg, faint scuffing to the right hand, faint scuffing to the left hand, faint scuffing to the chest, faint scuffing to the back. He is in good shape.
He is wearing a jet black mediumweight crossbow with a leather-wrapped stock, some spike-knuckled leather gauntlets with dragons tooled on the cuffs, an iron-banded leather helm with a depending segmented neck guard, a deep black linen khandur with a high side-buttoned collar and seams of silver figured silk, an elegant spidersilk traveler's backpack, some polished black leather boots with silver buckles, a belted viper-skin baldric fastened with a chiseled iron dragon buckle, a shadow black viper-skin sword belt with fire-gilded buckles and fittings, a padded blue belt pack with large black buckles and a jadeite gwethdesuan.
Spirit Healer Zirra Thurnock of Elanthia, a Kaldar.
She has crystal green eyes. Her golden hair is very long and wavy, and is worn arranged in oiled spikes. She has fair skin. She has a delicately painted design of jade green ivy leaves radiating out from her eyes.
She is young for a Kaldar.
She has a tattoo of a scorpion poised to strike on the chest of a dying wolf, his dim sapphire eyes on the verge of closing on her back.
She has faint scuffing to the left leg, faint scuffing to the right eye. She is in good shape.
She is holding a snifter of Rissan brandy in her right hand. She is wearing a S'lai short bow, a pilgrim's badge, a delicate silver ring embedded with tiny diamonds, a crested gold thumb ring, a miniature dragon crafted from semi-precious stones, a polished cambrinth wristcuff set with a silver horse in mid-gallop, a slender silver eyebrow ring, a hip pouch, a black silken hip pouch embroidered with a wolf's head in silver thread, some soft black silk tights, a black suede garter with narrow silver buckles, a soft black leather haversack, a wide leather Therengian war belt riveted with decorative pewter plates, some blackened mail gauntlets worked with silver gryphons, a white leather scroll case embossed with the symbol for eternity, some snug black suede boots with silver inlaid high-heels, an enameled silver amulet, some tiny bone and beaded earrings, a set of thirteen brass bells each etched with a regal looking animal, a citrine wolf bauble, a white gold anklet, a small black velvet pouch trimmed with scarlet satin, a battle-worn weapon harness studded with darkened steel emblems of the gods, an ivory silk vest embroidered with deep violet lotus blossoms and edged with scrimshaw beadwork, a snowy white silken blouse embroidered with the majestic form of a rising phoenix in vibrant ruby thread, a red braided silk choker hung with a garnet Saemaus' Kiss rose, a filmy skirt of sheer lilac gauze over deep violet silk glittering with tiny mirrored roundels, a brooch depicting a nightingale with crystal tipped wings, a blackened chainmail robe edged with silver filigree links, a blackened chain coif with a silvery steel eye-guard, a delicate brushed silver armband trimmed with a row of jade glaysker flowers, an iron wolf pin, a multi-colored beaded necklace, a deep black thigh bag with a hand-forged silver clasp, a ruby phoenix ring, a jade phoenix bracelet and a beautifully draped cashmere cloak edged with delicately crafted ivory colored horses.