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<p>DAERLYNN: </p> <hr /> <div>{{PC<br /> |name=Daerlynn Soulmyste<br /> |status=a<br /> |race=Human<br /> |gender=Female<br /> |guild=Bard<br /> |instance=Prime<br /> }}<br /> <br /> == '''Appearance:''' ==<br /> <br /> You are Daerlynn Soulmyste, a Human Bard.<br /> You have sparkling jade eyes and a pair of spiraled windsteel nose rings through the right side of the nose. Your blue-black hair is shoulder length and curly, and is worn in a simple, pulled-back style held in place by a strand of vibrant sun's glory blossoms woven around a colorful gypsy kerchief. You have pale skin and a lissome figure.<br /> You are slightly under average height for a Human.<br /> A set of reflective stars float lazily around your head, glowing with a lustrous sheen against your skin.<br /> You have a tattoo of a whirling sword dancer with dual blades raised in fierce salute on your leg.<br /> <br /> You are wearing a delicate crystal diadem graced with a molten-core diamond suspended across the center, an intricately ruched garter of silvery blue dragonar, a forest green linen peasant blouse with a loose and daring neckline, a multi-colored tiered gypsy skirt that is gathered up high on one side, a delicate platinum neithrel band wrapped with a harp string, a narrow tin ring and some strappy fire agate beaded sandals.<br /> <br /> <br /> <br /> [[File:Gypsy.jpg]]<br /> <br /> pic by Eruwyn<br /> <br /> <br /> <br /> == '''Background:''' ==<br /> <br /> Stories of Daerlynn's background - https://elanthipedia.play.net/Daerlynn/backstory<br /> <br /> <br /> Daerlynn was raised in an orphanage run by Priestesses of Albreda. Showing an affinity for music and storytelling by age 13 she was teaching music to the younger children at the orphanage. Discovered by a wandering minstrel named Alexander, when she became of age she was apprenticed to him as a Minstrel, and they traveled the roads of many realms, singing and putting on shows. After he was killed in a bandit raid, Daerlynn made her way to Elanthia and joined the Bard guild there.<br /> <br /> Although she struggles at times with the combat requirements of the guild, she is a true devotee to the guild. She loves to entertain, telling stories and singing songs anywhere and everywhere. She also believes in passing along the history of the realms, and in helping the Empaths, Midwives and Healers as much as she can with her healing music.<br /> <br /> Daerlynn's greatest love however has always just been entertaining, and even more, encouraging others to entertain if they so wanted to. To this end, she began a series of concerts at the Arthe Dale Inn which was designed to give a stage to any adventurer that wished to perform. The first Arthe Dale concert was given by Dreamheart in the 6th month of Arhat the Fire Lion in the year of the Crystal Snow Hare, 363 years, 201 days since the Victory of Lanival the Redeemer.<br /> <br /> The Arthe Dale concert series was a great success, with over 100 concerts and lasting many years, and hopefully meeting its purpose in encouraging the performing arts in Elanthia. Daerlynn was also an early member of the Tavern Troupe Performing Order, eventually becoming Vice Speaker of the Order.<br /> <br /> Daerlynn was also part of The Bawdy Balladeers, made up of three members of the Troupe, and was founder of the Theren Theater Players. <br /> <br /> Her greatest honor was when Baron Gyfford of Therengia traveled to Arthe Dale on a night where Daerlynn was performing at the Inn, and offered her the position of Court Bard of Therengia. She was the first to ever hold this position. The Baron also publicly informed her of the soon to be built Theren Theater, and expected her to use it well. To this day, Daerlynn has a special spot in her heart for the theater in Theren.<br /> <br /> While Court Bard in Theren, Daerlynn continued to run her Arthe Dale concerts. At the same time, she founded the Theren Theater Players and, because of the amount of work involved, she took on her first and only apprentice - one with a ton of talent, a willing heart and an affinity for plays - [[Chabelle]]! Chabelle hit the ground running and made the Theren Theater and Players a success, instituting a regular series of wonderful plays.<br /> <br /> After many years, Daerlynn was worn out, and decided to take a leave of absence from Elanthia to travel other lands. This absence lasted more years than she expected, but she has once again returned to Elanthia.<br /> <br /> In 438 she returned to Arthe Dale once more. Arthe Dale now had a theater, and after discussions with the Tavern Troupe and others, she founded The Arthe Repertory Team (TART), a repertory group whose objective is to provide plays and shows at the Arthe Dale theater, and other theaters of the realms, if they are invited there.<br /> <br /> As of 450, she is once again in the role she loves most, a simple Gypsy Minstrel singing and performing where ever someone wants a song or a story.<br /> <br /> <br /> == '''Resources:''' ==<br /> <br /> <br /> [The Tavern Troupe Performing Order - https://taverntroupe.com/] <br /> [The Arthe Repertory Team - https://elanthipedia.play.net/The_Arthe_Repertory_Team_(TART)] <br /> {{PCSkills<br /> |Collapse=Yes<br /> }}<br /> <br /> [[File:Gypsy7.jpg]]<br /> <br /> pic by Eruwyn</div>

DAERLYNN https://elanthipedia.play.net/index.php?title=Daerlynn&diff=655001 2024-11-13T19:40:21Z

<p>DAERLYNN: /* Resources: */</p> <hr /> <div>{{PC<br /> |name=Daerlynn Soulmyste<br /> |status=a<br /> |race=Human<br /> |gender=Female<br /> |guild=Bard<br /> |instance=Prime<br /> }}<br /> <br /> == '''Appearance:''' ==<br /> <br /> You are Daerlynn Soulmyste, a Human Bard.<br /> You have sparkling jade eyes and a pair of spiraled windsteel nose rings through the right side of the nose. Your blue-black hair is shoulder length and curly, and is worn in a simple, pulled-back style held in place by a strand of vibrant sun's glory blossoms woven around a colorful gypsy kerchief. You have pale skin and a lissome figure.<br /> You are slightly under average height for a Human.<br /> A set of reflective stars float lazily around your head, glowing with a lustrous sheen against your skin.<br /> You have a tattoo of a whirling sword dancer with dual blades raised in fierce salute on your leg.<br /> <br /> You are wearing a delicate crystal diadem graced with a molten-core diamond suspended across the center, an intricately ruched garter of silvery blue dragonar, a forest green linen peasant blouse with a loose and daring neckline, a multi-colored tiered gypsy skirt that is gathered up high on one side, a delicate platinum neithrel band wrapped with a harp string, a narrow tin ring and some strappy fire agate beaded sandals.<br /> <br /> <br /> <br /> [[File:Gypsy.jpg]]<br /> <br /> <br /> <br /> == '''Background:''' ==<br /> <br /> Stories of Daerlynn's background - https://elanthipedia.play.net/Daerlynn/backstory<br /> <br /> <br /> Daerlynn was raised in an orphanage run by Priestesses of Albreda. Showing an affinity for music and storytelling by age 13 she was teaching music to the younger children at the orphanage. Discovered by a wandering minstrel named Alexander, when she became of age she was apprenticed to him as a Minstrel, and they traveled the roads of many realms, singing and putting on shows. After he was killed in a bandit raid, Daerlynn made her way to Elanthia and joined the Bard guild there.<br /> <br /> Although she struggles at times with the combat requirements of the guild, she is a true devotee to the guild. She loves to entertain, telling stories and singing songs anywhere and everywhere. She also believes in passing along the history of the realms, and in helping the Empaths, Midwives and Healers as much as she can with her healing music.<br /> <br /> Daerlynn's greatest love however has always just been entertaining, and even more, encouraging others to entertain if they so wanted to. To this end, she began a series of concerts at the Arthe Dale Inn which was designed to give a stage to any adventurer that wished to perform. The first Arthe Dale concert was given by Dreamheart in the 6th month of Arhat the Fire Lion in the year of the Crystal Snow Hare, 363 years, 201 days since the Victory of Lanival the Redeemer.<br /> <br /> The Arthe Dale concert series was a great success, with over 100 concerts and lasting many years, and hopefully meeting its purpose in encouraging the performing arts in Elanthia. Daerlynn was also an early member of the Tavern Troupe Performing Order, eventually becoming Vice Speaker of the Order.<br /> <br /> Daerlynn was also part of The Bawdy Balladeers, made up of three members of the Troupe, and was founder of the Theren Theater Players. <br /> <br /> Her greatest honor was when Baron Gyfford of Therengia traveled to Arthe Dale on a night where Daerlynn was performing at the Inn, and offered her the position of Court Bard of Therengia. She was the first to ever hold this position. The Baron also publicly informed her of the soon to be built Theren Theater, and expected her to use it well. To this day, Daerlynn has a special spot in her heart for the theater in Theren.<br /> <br /> While Court Bard in Theren, Daerlynn continued to run her Arthe Dale concerts. At the same time, she founded the Theren Theater Players and, because of the amount of work involved, she took on her first and only apprentice - one with a ton of talent, a willing heart and an affinity for plays - [[Chabelle]]! Chabelle hit the ground running and made the Theren Theater and Players a success, instituting a regular series of wonderful plays.<br /> <br /> After many years, Daerlynn was worn out, and decided to take a leave of absence from Elanthia to travel other lands. This absence lasted more years than she expected, but she has once again returned to Elanthia.<br /> <br /> In 438 she returned to Arthe Dale once more. Arthe Dale now had a theater, and after discussions with the Tavern Troupe and others, she founded The Arthe Repertory Team (TART), a repertory group whose objective is to provide plays and shows at the Arthe Dale theater, and other theaters of the realms, if they are invited there.<br /> <br /> As of 450, she is once again in the role she loves most, a simple Gypsy Minstrel singing and performing where ever someone wants a song or a story.<br /> <br /> <br /> == '''Resources:''' ==<br /> <br /> <br /> [The Tavern Troupe Performing Order - https://taverntroupe.com/] <br /> [The Arthe Repertory Team - https://elanthipedia.play.net/The_Arthe_Repertory_Team_(TART)] <br /> {{PCSkills<br /> |Collapse=Yes<br /> }}<br /> <br /> [[File:Gypsy7.jpg]]</div>

DAERLYNN https://elanthipedia.play.net/index.php?title=Daerlynn&diff=655000 2024-11-13T19:39:56Z

<p>DAERLYNN: /* Resources: */</p> <hr /> <div>{{PC<br /> |name=Daerlynn Soulmyste<br /> |status=a<br /> |race=Human<br /> |gender=Female<br /> |guild=Bard<br /> |instance=Prime<br /> }}<br /> <br /> == '''Appearance:''' ==<br /> <br /> You are Daerlynn Soulmyste, a Human Bard.<br /> You have sparkling jade eyes and a pair of spiraled windsteel nose rings through the right side of the nose. Your blue-black hair is shoulder length and curly, and is worn in a simple, pulled-back style held in place by a strand of vibrant sun's glory blossoms woven around a colorful gypsy kerchief. You have pale skin and a lissome figure.<br /> You are slightly under average height for a Human.<br /> A set of reflective stars float lazily around your head, glowing with a lustrous sheen against your skin.<br /> You have a tattoo of a whirling sword dancer with dual blades raised in fierce salute on your leg.<br /> <br /> You are wearing a delicate crystal diadem graced with a molten-core diamond suspended across the center, an intricately ruched garter of silvery blue dragonar, a forest green linen peasant blouse with a loose and daring neckline, a multi-colored tiered gypsy skirt that is gathered up high on one side, a delicate platinum neithrel band wrapped with a harp string, a narrow tin ring and some strappy fire agate beaded sandals.<br /> <br /> <br /> <br /> [[File:Gypsy.jpg]]<br /> <br /> <br /> <br /> == '''Background:''' ==<br /> <br /> Stories of Daerlynn's background - https://elanthipedia.play.net/Daerlynn/backstory<br /> <br /> <br /> Daerlynn was raised in an orphanage run by Priestesses of Albreda. Showing an affinity for music and storytelling by age 13 she was teaching music to the younger children at the orphanage. Discovered by a wandering minstrel named Alexander, when she became of age she was apprenticed to him as a Minstrel, and they traveled the roads of many realms, singing and putting on shows. After he was killed in a bandit raid, Daerlynn made her way to Elanthia and joined the Bard guild there.<br /> <br /> Although she struggles at times with the combat requirements of the guild, she is a true devotee to the guild. She loves to entertain, telling stories and singing songs anywhere and everywhere. She also believes in passing along the history of the realms, and in helping the Empaths, Midwives and Healers as much as she can with her healing music.<br /> <br /> Daerlynn's greatest love however has always just been entertaining, and even more, encouraging others to entertain if they so wanted to. To this end, she began a series of concerts at the Arthe Dale Inn which was designed to give a stage to any adventurer that wished to perform. The first Arthe Dale concert was given by Dreamheart in the 6th month of Arhat the Fire Lion in the year of the Crystal Snow Hare, 363 years, 201 days since the Victory of Lanival the Redeemer.<br /> <br /> The Arthe Dale concert series was a great success, with over 100 concerts and lasting many years, and hopefully meeting its purpose in encouraging the performing arts in Elanthia. Daerlynn was also an early member of the Tavern Troupe Performing Order, eventually becoming Vice Speaker of the Order.<br /> <br /> Daerlynn was also part of The Bawdy Balladeers, made up of three members of the Troupe, and was founder of the Theren Theater Players. <br /> <br /> Her greatest honor was when Baron Gyfford of Therengia traveled to Arthe Dale on a night where Daerlynn was performing at the Inn, and offered her the position of Court Bard of Therengia. She was the first to ever hold this position. The Baron also publicly informed her of the soon to be built Theren Theater, and expected her to use it well. To this day, Daerlynn has a special spot in her heart for the theater in Theren.<br /> <br /> While Court Bard in Theren, Daerlynn continued to run her Arthe Dale concerts. At the same time, she founded the Theren Theater Players and, because of the amount of work involved, she took on her first and only apprentice - one with a ton of talent, a willing heart and an affinity for plays - [[Chabelle]]! Chabelle hit the ground running and made the Theren Theater and Players a success, instituting a regular series of wonderful plays.<br /> <br /> After many years, Daerlynn was worn out, and decided to take a leave of absence from Elanthia to travel other lands. This absence lasted more years than she expected, but she has once again returned to Elanthia.<br /> <br /> In 438 she returned to Arthe Dale once more. Arthe Dale now had a theater, and after discussions with the Tavern Troupe and others, she founded The Arthe Repertory Team (TART), a repertory group whose objective is to provide plays and shows at the Arthe Dale theater, and other theaters of the realms, if they are invited there.<br /> <br /> As of 450, she is once again in the role she loves most, a simple Gypsy Minstrel singing and performing where ever someone wants a song or a story.<br /> <br /> <br /> == '''Resources:''' ==<br /> <br /> <br /> [The Tavern Troupe Performing Order - https://taverntroupe.com/] <br /> [The Arthe Repertory Team - https://elanthipedia.play.net/The_Arthe_Repertory_Team_(TART)] <br /> {{PCSkills<br /> |Collapse=Yes<br /> }}<br /> <br /> [[File:Gypsy7.jpg|thumb]]</div>

DAERLYNN https://elanthipedia.play.net/index.php?title=Daerlynn&diff=654999 2024-11-13T19:33:02Z

<p>DAERLYNN: </p> <hr /> <div>{{PC<br /> |name=Daerlynn Soulmyste<br /> |status=a<br /> |race=Human<br /> |gender=Female<br /> |guild=Bard<br /> |instance=Prime<br /> }}<br /> <br /> == '''Appearance:''' ==<br /> <br /> You are Daerlynn Soulmyste, a Human Bard.<br /> You have sparkling jade eyes and a pair of spiraled windsteel nose rings through the right side of the nose. Your blue-black hair is shoulder length and curly, and is worn in a simple, pulled-back style held in place by a strand of vibrant sun's glory blossoms woven around a colorful gypsy kerchief. You have pale skin and a lissome figure.<br /> You are slightly under average height for a Human.<br /> A set of reflective stars float lazily around your head, glowing with a lustrous sheen against your skin.<br /> You have a tattoo of a whirling sword dancer with dual blades raised in fierce salute on your leg.<br /> <br /> You are wearing a delicate crystal diadem graced with a molten-core diamond suspended across the center, an intricately ruched garter of silvery blue dragonar, a forest green linen peasant blouse with a loose and daring neckline, a multi-colored tiered gypsy skirt that is gathered up high on one side, a delicate platinum neithrel band wrapped with a harp string, a narrow tin ring and some strappy fire agate beaded sandals.<br /> <br /> <br /> <br /> [[File:Gypsy.jpg]]<br /> <br /> <br /> <br /> == '''Background:''' ==<br /> <br /> Stories of Daerlynn's background - https://elanthipedia.play.net/Daerlynn/backstory<br /> <br /> <br /> Daerlynn was raised in an orphanage run by Priestesses of Albreda. Showing an affinity for music and storytelling by age 13 she was teaching music to the younger children at the orphanage. Discovered by a wandering minstrel named Alexander, when she became of age she was apprenticed to him as a Minstrel, and they traveled the roads of many realms, singing and putting on shows. After he was killed in a bandit raid, Daerlynn made her way to Elanthia and joined the Bard guild there.<br /> <br /> Although she struggles at times with the combat requirements of the guild, she is a true devotee to the guild. She loves to entertain, telling stories and singing songs anywhere and everywhere. She also believes in passing along the history of the realms, and in helping the Empaths, Midwives and Healers as much as she can with her healing music.<br /> <br /> Daerlynn's greatest love however has always just been entertaining, and even more, encouraging others to entertain if they so wanted to. To this end, she began a series of concerts at the Arthe Dale Inn which was designed to give a stage to any adventurer that wished to perform. The first Arthe Dale concert was given by Dreamheart in the 6th month of Arhat the Fire Lion in the year of the Crystal Snow Hare, 363 years, 201 days since the Victory of Lanival the Redeemer.<br /> <br /> The Arthe Dale concert series was a great success, with over 100 concerts and lasting many years, and hopefully meeting its purpose in encouraging the performing arts in Elanthia. Daerlynn was also an early member of the Tavern Troupe Performing Order, eventually becoming Vice Speaker of the Order.<br /> <br /> Daerlynn was also part of The Bawdy Balladeers, made up of three members of the Troupe, and was founder of the Theren Theater Players. <br /> <br /> Her greatest honor was when Baron Gyfford of Therengia traveled to Arthe Dale on a night where Daerlynn was performing at the Inn, and offered her the position of Court Bard of Therengia. She was the first to ever hold this position. The Baron also publicly informed her of the soon to be built Theren Theater, and expected her to use it well. To this day, Daerlynn has a special spot in her heart for the theater in Theren.<br /> <br /> While Court Bard in Theren, Daerlynn continued to run her Arthe Dale concerts. At the same time, she founded the Theren Theater Players and, because of the amount of work involved, she took on her first and only apprentice - one with a ton of talent, a willing heart and an affinity for plays - [[Chabelle]]! Chabelle hit the ground running and made the Theren Theater and Players a success, instituting a regular series of wonderful plays.<br /> <br /> After many years, Daerlynn was worn out, and decided to take a leave of absence from Elanthia to travel other lands. This absence lasted more years than she expected, but she has once again returned to Elanthia.<br /> <br /> In 438 she returned to Arthe Dale once more. Arthe Dale now had a theater, and after discussions with the Tavern Troupe and others, she founded The Arthe Repertory Team (TART), a repertory group whose objective is to provide plays and shows at the Arthe Dale theater, and other theaters of the realms, if they are invited there.<br /> <br /> As of 450, she is once again in the role she loves most, a simple Gypsy Minstrel singing and performing where ever someone wants a song or a story.<br /> <br /> <br /> == '''Resources:''' ==<br /> <br /> <br /> [The Tavern Troupe Performing Order - https://taverntroupe.com/] <br /> [The Arthe Repertory Team - https://elanthipedia.play.net/The_Arthe_Repertory_Team_(TART)] <br /> {{PCSkills<br /> |Collapse=Yes<br /> }}</div>

DAERLYNN https://elanthipedia.play.net/index.php?title=File:Gypsy7.jpg&diff=654998 2024-11-13T19:32:23Z

<p>DAERLYNN: </p> <hr /> <div></div>

DAERLYNN https://elanthipedia.play.net/index.php?title=Daerlynn&diff=654997 2024-11-13T19:31:35Z

<p>DAERLYNN: </p> <hr /> <div>{{PC<br /> |name=Daerlynn Soulmyste<br /> |status=a<br /> |race=Human<br /> |gender=Female<br /> |guild=Bard<br /> |instance=Prime<br /> }}<br /> <br /> == '''Appearance:''' ==<br /> <br /> You are Daerlynn Soulmyste, a Human Bard.<br /> You have sparkling jade eyes and a pair of spiraled windsteel nose rings through the right side of the nose. Your blue-black hair is shoulder length and curly, and is worn in a simple, pulled-back style held in place by a strand of vibrant sun's glory blossoms woven around a colorful gypsy kerchief. You have pale skin and a lissome figure.<br /> You are slightly under average height for a Human.<br /> A set of reflective stars float lazily around your head, glowing with a lustrous sheen against your skin.<br /> You have a tattoo of a whirling sword dancer with dual blades raised in fierce salute on your leg.<br /> <br /> You are wearing a delicate crystal diadem graced with a molten-core diamond suspended across the center, an intricately ruched garter of silvery blue dragonar, a forest green linen peasant blouse with a loose and daring neckline, a multi-colored tiered gypsy skirt that is gathered up high on one side, a delicate platinum neithrel band wrapped with a harp string, a narrow tin ring and some strappy fire agate beaded sandals.<br /> <br /> <br /> <br /> [[File:Gypsy7.jpg]]<br /> <br /> <br /> <br /> == '''Background:''' ==<br /> <br /> Stories of Daerlynn's background - https://elanthipedia.play.net/Daerlynn/backstory<br /> <br /> <br /> Daerlynn was raised in an orphanage run by Priestesses of Albreda. Showing an affinity for music and storytelling by age 13 she was teaching music to the younger children at the orphanage. Discovered by a wandering minstrel named Alexander, when she became of age she was apprenticed to him as a Minstrel, and they traveled the roads of many realms, singing and putting on shows. After he was killed in a bandit raid, Daerlynn made her way to Elanthia and joined the Bard guild there.<br /> <br /> Although she struggles at times with the combat requirements of the guild, she is a true devotee to the guild. She loves to entertain, telling stories and singing songs anywhere and everywhere. She also believes in passing along the history of the realms, and in helping the Empaths, Midwives and Healers as much as she can with her healing music.<br /> <br /> Daerlynn's greatest love however has always just been entertaining, and even more, encouraging others to entertain if they so wanted to. To this end, she began a series of concerts at the Arthe Dale Inn which was designed to give a stage to any adventurer that wished to perform. The first Arthe Dale concert was given by Dreamheart in the 6th month of Arhat the Fire Lion in the year of the Crystal Snow Hare, 363 years, 201 days since the Victory of Lanival the Redeemer.<br /> <br /> The Arthe Dale concert series was a great success, with over 100 concerts and lasting many years, and hopefully meeting its purpose in encouraging the performing arts in Elanthia. Daerlynn was also an early member of the Tavern Troupe Performing Order, eventually becoming Vice Speaker of the Order.<br /> <br /> Daerlynn was also part of The Bawdy Balladeers, made up of three members of the Troupe, and was founder of the Theren Theater Players. <br /> <br /> Her greatest honor was when Baron Gyfford of Therengia traveled to Arthe Dale on a night where Daerlynn was performing at the Inn, and offered her the position of Court Bard of Therengia. She was the first to ever hold this position. The Baron also publicly informed her of the soon to be built Theren Theater, and expected her to use it well. To this day, Daerlynn has a special spot in her heart for the theater in Theren.<br /> <br /> While Court Bard in Theren, Daerlynn continued to run her Arthe Dale concerts. At the same time, she founded the Theren Theater Players and, because of the amount of work involved, she took on her first and only apprentice - one with a ton of talent, a willing heart and an affinity for plays - [[Chabelle]]! Chabelle hit the ground running and made the Theren Theater and Players a success, instituting a regular series of wonderful plays.<br /> <br /> After many years, Daerlynn was worn out, and decided to take a leave of absence from Elanthia to travel other lands. This absence lasted more years than she expected, but she has once again returned to Elanthia.<br /> <br /> In 438 she returned to Arthe Dale once more. Arthe Dale now had a theater, and after discussions with the Tavern Troupe and others, she founded The Arthe Repertory Team (TART), a repertory group whose objective is to provide plays and shows at the Arthe Dale theater, and other theaters of the realms, if they are invited there.<br /> <br /> As of 450, she is once again in the role she loves most, a simple Gypsy Minstrel singing and performing where ever someone wants a song or a story.<br /> <br /> <br /> == '''Resources:''' ==<br /> <br /> <br /> [The Tavern Troupe Performing Order - https://taverntroupe.com/] <br /> [The Arthe Repertory Team - https://elanthipedia.play.net/The_Arthe_Repertory_Team_(TART)] <br /> {{PCSkills<br /> |Collapse=Yes<br /> }}</div>

DAERLYNN https://elanthipedia.play.net/index.php?title=File:Gypsy_7.jpg&diff=654996 2024-11-13T19:30:43Z

<p>DAERLYNN: </p> <hr /> <div>Daerlynn Soulmyste<br /> picture by Eruwyn</div>

DAERLYNN https://elanthipedia.play.net/index.php?title=Daerlynn&diff=654995 2024-11-13T19:11:06Z

<p>DAERLYNN: Updated description, changing picture</p> <hr /> <div>{{PC<br /> |name=Daerlynn Soulmyste<br /> |status=a<br /> |race=Human<br /> |gender=Female<br /> |guild=Bard<br /> |instance=Prime<br /> }}<br /> <br /> == '''Appearance:''' ==<br /> <br /> You are Daerlynn Soulmyste, a Human Bard.<br /> You have sparkling jade eyes and a pair of spiraled windsteel nose rings through the right side of the nose. Your blue-black hair is shoulder length and curly, and is worn in a simple, pulled-back style held in place by a strand of vibrant sun's glory blossoms woven around a colorful gypsy kerchief. You have pale skin and a lissome figure.<br /> You are slightly under average height for a Human.<br /> A set of reflective stars float lazily around your head, glowing with a lustrous sheen against your skin.<br /> You have a tattoo of a whirling sword dancer with dual blades raised in fierce salute on your leg.<br /> <br /> You are wearing a delicate crystal diadem graced with a molten-core diamond suspended across the center, an intricately ruched garter of silvery blue dragonar, a forest green linen peasant blouse with a loose and daring neckline, a multi-colored tiered gypsy skirt that is gathered up high on one side, a delicate platinum neithrel band wrapped with a harp string, a narrow tin ring and some strappy fire agate beaded sandals.<br /> <br /> <br /> <br /> [[File:Gypsy.jpg]]<br /> <br /> <br /> <br /> == '''Background:''' ==<br /> <br /> Stories of Daerlynn's background - https://elanthipedia.play.net/Daerlynn/backstory<br /> <br /> <br /> Daerlynn was raised in an orphanage run by Priestesses of Albreda. Showing an affinity for music and storytelling by age 13 she was teaching music to the younger children at the orphanage. Discovered by a wandering minstrel named Alexander, when she became of age she was apprenticed to him as a Minstrel, and they traveled the roads of many realms, singing and putting on shows. After he was killed in a bandit raid, Daerlynn made her way to Elanthia and joined the Bard guild there.<br /> <br /> Although she struggles at times with the combat requirements of the guild, she is a true devotee to the guild. She loves to entertain, telling stories and singing songs anywhere and everywhere. She also believes in passing along the history of the realms, and in helping the Empaths, Midwives and Healers as much as she can with her healing music.<br /> <br /> Daerlynn's greatest love however has always just been entertaining, and even more, encouraging others to entertain if they so wanted to. To this end, she began a series of concerts at the Arthe Dale Inn which was designed to give a stage to any adventurer that wished to perform. The first Arthe Dale concert was given by Dreamheart in the 6th month of Arhat the Fire Lion in the year of the Crystal Snow Hare, 363 years, 201 days since the Victory of Lanival the Redeemer.<br /> <br /> The Arthe Dale concert series was a great success, with over 100 concerts and lasting many years, and hopefully meeting its purpose in encouraging the performing arts in Elanthia. Daerlynn was also an early member of the Tavern Troupe Performing Order, eventually becoming Vice Speaker of the Order.<br /> <br /> Daerlynn was also part of The Bawdy Balladeers, made up of three members of the Troupe, and was founder of the Theren Theater Players. <br /> <br /> Her greatest honor was when Baron Gyfford of Therengia traveled to Arthe Dale on a night where Daerlynn was performing at the Inn, and offered her the position of Court Bard of Therengia. She was the first to ever hold this position. The Baron also publicly informed her of the soon to be built Theren Theater, and expected her to use it well. To this day, Daerlynn has a special spot in her heart for the theater in Theren.<br /> <br /> While Court Bard in Theren, Daerlynn continued to run her Arthe Dale concerts. At the same time, she founded the Theren Theater Players and, because of the amount of work involved, she took on her first and only apprentice - one with a ton of talent, a willing heart and an affinity for plays - [[Chabelle]]! Chabelle hit the ground running and made the Theren Theater and Players a success, instituting a regular series of wonderful plays.<br /> <br /> After many years, Daerlynn was worn out, and decided to take a leave of absence from Elanthia to travel other lands. This absence lasted more years than she expected, but she has once again returned to Elanthia.<br /> <br /> In 438 she returned to Arthe Dale once more. Arthe Dale now had a theater, and after discussions with the Tavern Troupe and others, she founded The Arthe Repertory Team (TART), a repertory group whose objective is to provide plays and shows at the Arthe Dale theater, and other theaters of the realms, if they are invited there.<br /> <br /> As of 450, she is once again in the role she loves most, a simple Gypsy Minstrel singing and performing where ever someone wants a song or a story.<br /> <br /> <br /> == '''Resources:''' ==<br /> <br /> <br /> [The Tavern Troupe Performing Order - https://taverntroupe.com/] <br /> [The Arthe Repertory Team - https://elanthipedia.play.net/The_Arthe_Repertory_Team_(TART)] <br /> {{PCSkills<br /> |Collapse=Yes<br /> }}</div>

DAERLYNN https://elanthipedia.play.net/index.php?title=Daerlynn&diff=654994 2024-11-13T19:06:27Z

<p>DAERLYNN: </p> <hr /> <div>{{PC<br /> |name=Daerlynn Soulmyste<br /> |status=a<br /> |race=Human<br /> |gender=Female<br /> |guild=Bard<br /> |instance=Prime<br /> }}<br /> <br /> == '''Appearance:''' ==<br /> <br /> You are Daerlynn Soulmyste, a Human Bard.<br /> You have sparkling jade eyes and a pair of spiraled windsteel nose rings through the right side of the nose. Your blue-black hair is shoulder length and curly, and is worn in a simple, pulled-back style held in place by a strand of vibrant sun's glory blossoms woven around a colorful gypsy kerchief. You have pale skin and a lissome figure.<br /> You are slightly under average height for a Human.<br /> A set of reflective stars float lazily around your head, glowing with a lustrous sheen against your skin.<br /> You have a tattoo of a whirling sword dancer with dual blades raised in fierce salute on your leg.<br /> <br /> You are wearing a delicate crystal diadem graced with a molten-core diamond suspended across the center, an intricately ruched garter of silvery blue dragonar, a forest green linen peasant blouse with a loose and daring neckline, a multi-colored tiered gypsy skirt that is gathered up high on one side, a delicate platinum neithrel band wrapped with a harp string, a narrow tin ring and some strappy fire agate beaded sandals.<br /> <br /> <br /> [[File:Gypsy.jpg]]<br /> <br /> <br /> == '''Background:''' ==<br /> <br /> Stories of Daerlynn's background - https://elanthipedia.play.net/Daerlynn/backstory<br /> <br /> <br /> Daerlynn was raised in an orphanage run by Priestesses of Albreda. Showing an affinity for music and storytelling by age 13 she was teaching music to the younger children at the orphanage. Discovered by a wandering minstrel named Alexander, when she became of age she was apprenticed to him as a Minstrel, and they traveled the roads of many realms, singing and putting on shows. After he was killed in a bandit raid, Daerlynn made her way to Elanthia and joined the Bard guild there.<br /> <br /> Although she struggles at times with the combat requirements of the guild, she is a true devotee to the guild. She loves to entertain, telling stories and singing songs anywhere and everywhere. She also believes in passing along the history of the realms, and in helping the Empaths, Midwives and Healers as much as she can with her healing music.<br /> <br /> Daerlynn's greatest love however has always just been entertaining, and even more, encouraging others to entertain if they so wanted to. To this end, she began a series of concerts at the Arthe Dale Inn which was designed to give a stage to any adventurer that wished to perform. The first Arthe Dale concert was given by Dreamheart in the 6th month of Arhat the Fire Lion in the year of the Crystal Snow Hare, 363 years, 201 days since the Victory of Lanival the Redeemer.<br /> <br /> The Arthe Dale concert series was a great success, with over 100 concerts and lasting many years, and hopefully meeting its purpose in encouraging the performing arts in Elanthia. Daerlynn was also an early member of the Tavern Troupe Performing Order, eventually becoming Vice Speaker of the Order.<br /> <br /> Daerlynn was also part of The Bawdy Balladeers, made up of three members of the Troupe, and was founder of the Theren Theater Players. <br /> <br /> Her greatest honor was when Baron Gyfford of Therengia traveled to Arthe Dale on a night where Daerlynn was performing at the Inn, and offered her the position of Court Bard of Therengia. She was the first to ever hold this position. The Baron also publicly informed her of the soon to be built Theren Theater, and expected her to use it well. To this day, Daerlynn has a special spot in her heart for the theater in Theren.<br /> <br /> While Court Bard in Theren, Daerlynn continued to run her Arthe Dale concerts. At the same time, she founded the Theren Theater Players and, because of the amount of work involved, she took on her first and only apprentice - one with a ton of talent, a willing heart and an affinity for plays - [[Chabelle]]! Chabelle hit the ground running and made the Theren Theater and Players a success, instituting a regular series of wonderful plays.<br /> <br /> After many years, Daerlynn was worn out, and decided to take a leave of absence from Elanthia to travel other lands. This absence lasted more years than she expected, but she has once again returned to Elanthia.<br /> <br /> In 438 she returned to Arthe Dale once more. Arthe Dale now had a theater, and after discussions with the Tavern Troupe and others, she founded The Arthe Repertory Team (TART), a repertory group whose objective is to provide plays and shows at the Arthe Dale theater, and other theaters of the realms, if they are invited there.<br /> <br /> As of 450, she is once again in the role she loves most, a simple Gypsy Minstrel singing and performing where ever someone wants a song or a story.<br /> <br /> <br /> == '''Resources:''' ==<br /> <br /> <br /> [The Tavern Troupe Performing Order - https://taverntroupe.com/] <br /> [The Arthe Repertory Team - https://elanthipedia.play.net/The_Arthe_Repertory_Team_(TART)] <br /> {{PCSkills<br /> |Collapse=Yes<br /> }}</div>

DAERLYNN https://elanthipedia.play.net/index.php?title=File:Gypsy.jpg&diff=654988 2024-11-13T18:37:29Z

<p>DAERLYNN: DAERLYNN uploaded a new version of File:Gypsy.jpg</p> <hr /> <div>Daerlynn Soulmyste</div>

DAERLYNN https://elanthipedia.play.net/index.php?title=Lissanda&diff=652477 2024-10-08T15:41:01Z

<p>DAERLYNN: Formatting</p> <hr /> <div>{{NPC<br /> |name=Lissanda Chevare<br /> |status=n<br /> |guild=Bard<br /> |race=Elf<br /> |gender=Female<br /> }}<br /> Lissanda Chevare, elven bard, sister of [[Darsanya]] and sister-in-law to [[Prayk]].<br /> <br /> <br /> ==Appearance==<br /> You see Lissanda Chevare, an Elf.&lt;BR /&gt;<br /> She has dark eyes, long curly blue-black hair that is loose, and fair skin.&lt;BR&gt;<br /> She is young for an Elf.&lt;BR /&gt;<br /> She has a tattoo of deep blue bite marks on her right wrist.&lt;BR /&gt;<br /> She is in good shape.&lt;BR /&gt;<br /> &lt;BR&gt;<br /> She is holding some bones in her right hand.&lt;BR /&gt;<br /> She is wearing some body-hugging black stalking leathers tightly cinched with steelsilk lacing, some high-heeled black leather thigh boots, an ebony journey pack, some Bardic Spirit Knot earrings, a kyanite gwethdesuan and a jadeite gwethdesuan.<br /> <br /> <br /> <br /> <br /> <br /> '''&lt;big&gt;Lissanda, a song telling her story, by Daerlynn Soulmyste&lt;/big&gt;'''<br /> <br /> <br /> <br /> &quot;Bards, turn thy face to me<br /> <br />      Incline thine ears to me<br /> <br />      Let me now tell you a<br /> <br />      Story of love.&quot;<br /> <br /> <br />     &quot;Love that was strong and brave<br /> <br />      Love for the Realms to save<br /> <br />      Denying Sorrow the<br /> <br />      Thing that he craves.&quot;<br /> <br /> <br />     &quot;For he searched for a tone<br /> <br />      And in her was it's home<br /> <br />      She gave but naught to him<br /> <br />      To save us all.&quot;<br /> <br /> <br />     &quot;Beating and scarring her<br /> <br />      Killing and raising her<br /> <br />      Over and over to<br /> <br />      Break down her will.&quot;<br /> <br /> <br />     &quot;Through out the endless pain<br /> <br />      Her love refused to wane<br /> <br />      Sorrow could not break the<br /> <br />      Strength of her heart.&quot;<br /> <br /> <br />     &quot;For he searched for a tone<br /> <br />      And in her was it's home<br /> <br />      She gave but naught to him<br /> <br />      To save us all.&quot;<br /> <br /> <br />     &quot;Fin'ly his puppet mage<br /> <br />      In his frustrated rage<br /> <br />      Destroyed her body and<br /> <br />      Killed her once more.&quot;<br /> <br /> <br />     &quot;To Urrem'tier's embrace<br /> <br />      Seeking Elyhaar's face<br /> <br />      She cheated Sorrow and<br /> <br />      Walked her Road home.&quot;<br /> <br /> <br />     &quot;For he searched for a tone<br /> <br />      And in her was it's home<br /> <br />      She gave but naught to him<br /> <br />      To save us all.&quot;<br /> <br /> <br />     &quot;Let us remember her<br /> <br />      Pray for and honor her<br /> <br />      To do as she did and<br /> <br />      Give of our love.&quot;<br /> <br /> <br />     &quot;He seeks to destroy Bards<br /> <br />      Searching for some rewards<br /> <br />      'member Lissanda and<br /> <br />      Do not give in.&quot;<br /> <br /> <br />     &quot;For he still seeks his tone<br /> <br />      A Bard may be it's home<br /> <br />      But he will not conquer us<br /> <br />      We will live on.&quot;<br /> <br /> <br />     &quot;For he still seeks his tone<br /> <br />      A Bard may be it's home<br /> <br />      But he will not conquer us<br /> <br />      We will live on.&quot;<br /> <br /> &lt;BR&gt;</div>

DAERLYNN https://elanthipedia.play.net/index.php?title=Lissanda&diff=652476 2024-10-08T15:39:50Z

<p>DAERLYNN: Added a song telling her story, written at the time of her death.</p> <hr /> <div>{{NPC<br /> |name=Lissanda Chevare<br /> |status=n<br /> |guild=Bard<br /> |race=Elf<br /> |gender=Female<br /> }}<br /> Lissanda Chevare, elven bard, sister of [[Darsanya]] and sister-in-law to [[Prayk]].<br /> <br /> <br /> ==Appearance==<br /> You see Lissanda Chevare, an Elf.&lt;BR /&gt;<br /> She has dark eyes, long curly blue-black hair that is loose, and fair skin.&lt;BR&gt;<br /> She is young for an Elf.&lt;BR /&gt;<br /> She has a tattoo of deep blue bite marks on her right wrist.&lt;BR /&gt;<br /> She is in good shape.&lt;BR /&gt;<br /> &lt;BR&gt;<br /> She is holding some bones in her right hand.&lt;BR /&gt;<br /> She is wearing some body-hugging black stalking leathers tightly cinched with steelsilk lacing, some high-heeled black leather thigh boots, an ebony journey pack, some Bardic Spirit Knot earrings, a kyanite gwethdesuan and a jadeite gwethdesuan.<br /> <br /> <br /> <br /> <br /> Lissanda, a song telling her story, by Daerlynn Soulmyste<br /> <br /> <br /> &quot;Bards, turn thy face to me<br /> <br />      Incline thine ears to me<br /> <br />      Let me now tell you a<br /> <br />      Story of love.&quot;<br /> <br /> <br />     &quot;Love that was strong and brave<br /> <br />      Love for the Realms to save<br /> <br />      Denying Sorrow the<br /> <br />      Thing that he craves.&quot;<br /> <br /> <br />     &quot;For he searched for a tone<br /> <br />      And in her was it's home<br /> <br />      She gave but naught to him<br /> <br />      To save us all.&quot;<br /> <br /> <br />     &quot;Beating and scarring her<br /> <br />      Killing and raising her<br /> <br />      Over and over to<br /> <br />      Break down her will.&quot;<br /> <br /> <br />     &quot;Through out the endless pain<br /> <br />      Her love refused to wane<br /> <br />      Sorrow could not break the<br /> <br />      Strength of her heart.&quot;<br /> <br /> <br />     &quot;For he searched for a tone<br /> <br />      And in her was it's home<br /> <br />      She gave but naught to him<br /> <br />      To save us all.&quot;<br /> <br /> <br />     &quot;Fin'ly his puppet mage<br /> <br />      In his frustrated rage<br /> <br />      Destroyed her body and<br /> <br />      Killed her once more.&quot;<br /> <br /> <br />     &quot;To Urrem'tier's embrace<br /> <br />      Seeking Elyhaar's face<br /> <br />      She cheated Sorrow and<br /> <br />      Walked her Road home.&quot;<br /> <br /> <br />     &quot;For he searched for a tone<br /> <br />      And in her was it's home<br /> <br />      She gave but naught to him<br /> <br />      To save us all.&quot;<br /> <br /> <br />     &quot;Let us remember her<br /> <br />      Pray for and honor her<br /> <br />      To do as she did and<br /> <br />      Give of our love.&quot;<br /> <br /> <br />     &quot;He seeks to destroy Bards<br /> <br />      Searching for some rewards<br /> <br />      'member Lissanda and<br /> <br />      Do not give in.&quot;<br /> <br /> <br />     &quot;For he still seeks his tone<br /> <br />      A Bard may be it's home<br /> <br />      But he will not conquer us<br /> <br />      We will live on.&quot;<br /> <br /> <br />     &quot;For he still seeks his tone<br /> <br />      A Bard may be it's home<br /> <br />      But he will not conquer us<br /> <br />      We will live on.&quot;<br /> <br /> &lt;BR&gt;</div>

DAERLYNN https://elanthipedia.play.net/index.php?title=Daerlynn&diff=557125 2021-06-08T13:37:12Z

<p>DAERLYNN: </p> <hr /> <div>{{PC<br /> |name=Daerlynn Soulmyste<br /> |status=a<br /> |race=Human<br /> |gender=Female<br /> |guild=Bard<br /> |instance=Prime<br /> }}<br /> <br /> == '''Appearance:''' ==<br /> <br /> <br /> Daerlynn has jade eyes, her blue-black hair is shoulder length and curly, worn in a simple, pulled-back style, and she has a petite, lissome figure.<br /> <br /> She has an affinity for colorful gyspy attire, wearing a vibrant gypsy skirt cut up high on one hip, a daringly low cut blouse, a hip chain, toe bells, jewelry and beads.<br /> <br /> [[File:Gypsy.jpg]]<br /> <br /> <br /> == '''Background:''' ==<br /> <br /> Stories of Daerlynn's background - https://elanthipedia.play.net/Daerlynn/backstory<br /> <br /> <br /> Daerlynn was raised in an orphanage run by Priestesses of Albreda. Showing an affinity for music and storytelling by age 13 she was teaching music to the younger children at the orphanage. Discovered by a wandering minstrel named Alexander, when she became of age she was apprenticed to him as a Minstrel, and they traveled the roads of many realms, singing and putting on shows. After he was killed in a bandit raid, Daerlynn made her way to Elanthia and joined the Bard guild there.<br /> <br /> Although she struggles at times with the combat requirements of the guild, she is a true devotee to the guild. She loves to entertain, telling stories and singing songs anywhere and everywhere. She also believes in passing along the history of the realms, and in helping the Empaths, Midwives and Healers as much as she can with her healing music.<br /> <br /> Daerlynn's greatest love however has always just been entertaining, and even more, encouraging others to entertain if they so wanted to. To this end, she began a series of concerts at the Arthe Dale Inn which was designed to give a stage to any adventurer that wished to perform. The first Arthe Dale concert was given by Dreamheart in the 6th month of Arhat the Fire Lion in the year of the Crystal Snow Hare, 363 years, 201 days since the Victory of Lanival the Redeemer.<br /> <br /> The Arthe Dale concert series was a great success, with over 100 concerts and lasting many years, and hopefully meeting its purpose in encouraging the performing arts in Elanthia. Daerlynn was also an early member of the Tavern Troupe Performing Order, eventually becoming Vice Speaker of the Order.<br /> <br /> Daerlynn was also part of The Bawdy Balladeers, made up of three members of the Troupe, and was founder of the Theren Theater Players. <br /> <br /> Her greatest honor was when Baron Gyfford of Therengia traveled to Arthe Dale on a night where Daerlynn was performing at the Inn, and offered her the position of Court Bard of Therengia. She was the first to ever hold this position. The Baron also publicly informed her of the soon to be built Theren Theater, and expected her to use it well. To this day, Daerlynn has a special spot in her heart for the theater in Theren.<br /> <br /> While Court Bard in Theren, Daerlynn continued to run her Arthe Dale concerts. At the same time, she founded the Theren Theater Players and, because of the amount of work involved, she took on her first and only apprentice - one with a ton of talent, a willing heart and an affinity for plays - [[Chabelle]]! Chabelle hit the ground running and made the Theren Theater and Players a success, instituting a regular series of wonderful plays.<br /> <br /> After many years, Daerlynn was worn out, and decided to take a leave of absence from Elanthia to travel other lands. This absence lasted more years than she expected, but she has once again returned to Elanthia, and once again in the role she loves most, a simple Minstrel singing and performing where ever someone wants a song or a story.<br /> <br /> In 438 she returned to Arthe Dale once more. Arthe Dale now had a theater, and after discussions with the Tavern Troupe and others, she founded The Arthe Repertory Team (TART), a repertory group whose objective is to provide plays and shows at the Arthe Dale theater, and other theaters of the realms, if they are invited there.<br /> <br /> == '''Resources:''' ==<br /> <br /> <br /> [The Tavern Troupe Performing Order - https://taverntroupe.com/] <br /> [The Arthe Repertory Team - https://elanthipedia.play.net/The_Arthe_Repertory_Team_(TART)] <br /> {{PCSkills<br /> |Collapse=Yes<br /> }}</div>

DAERLYNN https://elanthipedia.play.net/index.php?title=Daerlynn/backstory&diff=546237 2021-03-04T18:11:20Z

<p>DAERLYNN: </p> <hr /> <div><br /> == Notes of a Minstrel ==<br /> <br /> <br /> <br /> == I. Introit ==<br /> <br /> <br /> <br /> As she walks the road to the walls of the Crossing, her mind indeed does travel in strange paths. Muddy roads. Dusty roads. It seems that roads have been her constant companion her whole life. Roads, and her delicate cittern. Slung now in it's oilcloth over her shoulder, she thinks once more of Alexander... the man... the boy really... that introduced her to both roads and her cittern.<br /> <br /> She was nine when she had first seen him. He had heard her singing to the younger children in the orphanage and had come in to ask the priestesses about her. What he had heard must have impressed him, because he came in and asked her to sing for him. She smiled, because singing was always fun... easy. So she sang. Sang a lullaby for this boy troubadour.... he must have only been 16...but so talented... so kind. The next thing she knew, she was on the road with him, learning his craft.... and learning so much more. Morals. Ethics. A kind, gentle spirit... what it was like to have family. Traveling through the roads those years, she learned all these things as Alexander became her teacher... and her brother. Eventually, they were no longer master and apprentice, but partners... he singing the jolly songs and telling the tall stories, she singing the songs that touched the heart and the soul.<br /> <br /> She remembers the night that he gave her the cittern.... and a ring. A ring that matched his, and declared his love. Surprise, that his feelings were the same as hers, feelings that she had hidden for so long. He had said that he had waited.... he wanted her to be old enough to decide.. as if she had ever had a doubt. They kissed that night... she was 16, and life was wonderful. The roads had led her down a bright path indeed. They kissed.... and they waited for the wedding night for any more than that. Commitment and loyalty meant much to him.... things he taught her well.<br /> <br /> Trudging onward, she remembers how easily that light had dimmed. The muffled whisper, waking her up. &quot;Bandits! Wake up, my Lynn! Shh!&quot; His eyes bright from the reflection of the moon, so very bright that night. The embers from the fire were gone, but the moon showed everything in the clearing well. Too well. His blonde hair. That too was bright. Shining. It is funny the things that you remember. Instinctively, she reached for her cittern, the only thing she had of any value, wondering why this was happening. Were they mistaken for others? Who would attack two itinerant minstrels? There was no time for any more thoughts as the bandits began their attack. Diving behind the log as the arrows began to fly, the panic welling up in her breast, her eyes wide with fear and desperation. Alexander, letting fly with his bow, hearing the grunt as one of his arrows struck home. Cursing herself for never having learned any fighting skills, she cowered behind the log. &quot;Alex!! Let's go... run... we can make it!&quot; His smile, still so sweet and brave in her memory as he nodded...&quot;Yes Lynn.... you first.. Run, Love!&quot; Words which she heeded quickly. Her own heart beating as she ran, swiftly, clutching the cittern, the branches whipping at her face, her body, her own breath loud in her ears. Running. Running.... until she realized that her breath was the only one she heard. Falling in the sodden leaves, gasping for breath, she then realizes she had never heard him run. She remembers the sound of his arrows still flying as she had run... a sound that had never registered, until now. She lays there, trying to master her fear.... to get up... to go back... to help him. To be there for him.<br /> <br /> She fails.<br /> <br /> The bright sun of daylight. She remembers that sun. That day. The burned camp. The scattered belongings of two minstrels, with no valuables at all. The body, almost unrecognizable except for blonde hair and a cheap tin ring that matched the one on her finger, not even worth the time of the bandits to remove. Not worth anything, except to two happy minstrels on a bright road.<br /> <br /> The road to the Crossing, a muddy one. Bright, perhaps too..... but not as bright as the one she had traveled before she had abandoned Alexander. Before she did not go back to aid him. Before her failures, the first of so many in her life. As she adjusts the weight of the cittern on her shoulder, she realizes that no roads will ever be that bright again.<br /> <br /> <br /> == II. Requiem ==<br /> <br /> <br /> &quot;You must choose your path, Lynn. The time for a decision has come.&quot; The words echo in her mind as she lay in the dark room. The priestesses have been so good to her these past two years. But now they require a choice, a choice she has dreaded since she arrived.<br /> <br /> They had found her, prompted by a vision from the goddess, laying prostrate on the hastily dug grave she had somehow buried him in. Leading her away, a broken reed, they had given him the proper rites and took her back, back to the orphanage that she had grown up in.<br /> <br /> She remembers little of the next weeks, months maybe. The dark time, she still thinks of it as, travelling in the unlit paths of her own inadequate soul. But the priestesses had been gentle, yet insistent, continually bringing the children to her, somehow knowing that their needs would draw her out, knowing that she needed to be needed at that time.<br /> <br /> She fingers the tin ring hung around her neck. A decision. The priestesses know that her heart is not fully with the goddess. She is long past the age where most put off the grey robe of an acolyte for the blue robes of the order.<br /> <br /> The children have been wonderful. She loves helping to raise these little ones with no home, no other family. After all, she was once one of them. She enjoys the little healing skills she has been taught, the small lessons in discernment and theology. But...... to put on the blue.... to renounce much of the outside world..... even to renounce..... She looks over at the cittern in the corner. Touched not at all since she has been here.<br /> <br /> She stares at it a long time, as the sun rises and more stirrings are heard all around her. To truly give up the life she had so enjoyed.... that he had taught her? The people, the roads leading.. .who knows where? Only over the next hill, as he used to say. To give up.... music?<br /> <br /> Standing, she retrieves the instrument, runs her hand along the smooth wood. Fingering, then tightening the strings, Tuning to as close an approximation as these strings will now get to the proper intonation. Her fingers, almost too soft to play now without pain. But, finally....she softly plays a chord. A simple D Major chord. A chord that she listens to as it reverberates in the room; a chord that she feels as it resonates in her heart. Memories come rushing back.... but not the memories she had so dreaded. Memories..... of smiling faces and of laughter; of back slapping and sweet touches in the crowd; memories of warmth and tender moments. She remembers..... he had made them laugh; she had made them cry and reach for their loved one. Both were good things in this world, a healing in their own way as good as what the priestesses taught. She figures maybe someday, she can bring laughter as well....<br /> <br /> <br /> <br /> The grey robe is taken off, the clothes.... and the boots.... are put on. As the priestesses of the goddess hear the lilting sounds of music, and a clear voice lifting an ode in memory of a golden haired minstrel, they know the decision has been made.....<br /> <br /> <br /> ''<br /> ''The ash and the willow; the maple and oak,<br /> <br /> ''stand guard over the green silent mound.''<br /> <br /> ''All is silent, not a word is spoke,''<br /> <br /> ''yet listen closely, and music is found.''<br /> <br /> <br /> ''The wind's soft whisper, a stream's playful bubbling,''<br /> <br /> ''the soft creaking branches of the trees.''<br /> <br /> ''The music plays softly, not at all troubling,<br /> <br /> ''Nothing plays in the minor of keys.''<br /> <br /> <br /> ''The maple and oak, the ash and the willow,''<br /> <br /> ''stand guard over me as I cry.''<br /> <br /> ''I lay down beside you, green mound is my pillow''<br /> <br /> ''as I sing to you my last lullaby''<br /> <br /> <br /> ''Each note wakes a memory as weeping I sing''<br /> <br /> ''and the leaves rustle gently o'er me''<br /> <br /> ''Soft whispers laden, my voice softly breaking,''<br /> <br /> ''as I know I must go and leave you be.''<br /> <br /> <br /> ''The ash and the willow, the maple and oak''<br /> <br /> ''stand guard in a silent grove.''<br /> <br /> ''I stand by you gazing, not a word can be spoke''<br /> <br /> ''as I say good-bye to you, my love.''''<br /> ''<br /> <br /> <br /> <br /> == ''== Parts III and IV appear to be ripped out. =='' ==<br /> <br /> <br /> <br /> <br /> <br /> <br /> <br /> == V. Sanctorum ==<br /> <br /> <br /> <br /> &gt;THHWOK!<br /> <br /> She sighed. When would she ever get any good at this? She picked up another throwing knife, and aimed at the target. Maybe this time she would do better than missing by 10 inches. Of course, why should this time be any different from the last twenty-eight throws?<br /> <br /> &gt;THHWOK!<br /> <br /> Another sigh.<br /> <br /> ‘Quin had taught her the rudiments of throwing small blades, but it had not been an area of specialty for the guardswoman. ‘Close enough’ had been good enough for the big guardswoman, who had preferred to close with the sword. The petite minstrel needed to be better than that .<br /> <br /> &gt;THHWOK!<br /> <br /> Sigh.<br /> <br /> She wondered briefly how ‘Quin was, and she hoped she was happy. The guardswoman was still in in Ilithi, in some noble or other’s garrison, presumably living with her girlfriend who had finally returned sobbing to her. The girlfriend hadn’t liked Lynn; Lynn hadn’t been particularly fond of her either. It had been time to part ways, and the minstrel had decided to travel to Zoluren for a while, instead of returning to Theren. The trip had been good for her, she had learned people here liked her singing, and she had gained confidence in writing and performing her own songs.<br /> <br /> The minstrel went and collected the ten throwing knives and returned, facing the target once more. She really should sleep, she had played late last night at the Unicorn Inn and was playing there again tonight. But this small glade she had found in the woods outside Kaerna was so peaceful and restful, she had no wish to return to a small, stuffy room. She emptied her mind and took aim.<br /> <br /> &gt;THHWOK!<br /> <br /> Sigh.<br /> <br /> &gt;THHWOK!<br /> <br /> Sigh.<br /> <br /> &gt;THHWOK!<br /> <br /> Sigh.<br /> <br /> &gt;THHWOK!<br /> <br /> Sigh.<br /> <br /> Giggle.<br /> <br /> Huh? She looked around slowly. She could have sworn she had heard a giggle. She looked around the clearing, into the woods.. nothing. Maybe it was a bird? She was pretty sure these woods were safe, and the closest dangerous creatures, rock trolls, DEFINITELY did not giggle. She shook her head, picked up another knife, and aimed…<br /> <br /> &gt;THHWOK!<br /> <br /> Sigh.<br /> <br /> Giggle.<br /> <br /> She looked around. Ok, that was definitely a giggle. She walked towards the trees slowly, then stopped as a figure stepped out, into the clearing. Another minstrel!<br /> <br /> Ah, but more than just another minstrel, she thought, as her heart skipped a beat. This elven lass was beautiful, dressed all in brown and green leathers, but not drab forest garb like a ranger would wear. Everything was worn with the flamboyant flair of a minstrel, from the cut of the supple leathers to the jaunty angles of the lute and the longbow slung over her back. She was still giggling as she sauntered over to Lynn, mirth in the elven eyes. “Wouldn’t this be better, lass?”, she said, and in one fluid motion drew out a throwing blade, turned and flung it at the target.<br /> <br /> &gt;THHWOK!<br /> <br /> Lynn gasped, as the blade buried itself dead center in the target. The elf smiled and bowed, laughter still just a breath away. &quot;Allow me to introduce myself, my name is Maiyadhin …. And you are that minstrel at the Unicorn, Daerlynn, is it?&quot;<br /> <br /> Lynn felt herself blush, somehow feeling nice that this beautiful elf knew her name. She finally stammered out a quiet, &quot;Aye...&quot;<br /> <br /> The elf smiled one of those laughing smiles at the minstrel, and went on, &quot;Well, you sing well.. but your knife throwing is abysmal... here, let me show you a few things...&quot;<br /> <br /> And, wouldn’t you know... she did.</div>

DAERLYNN https://elanthipedia.play.net/index.php?title=Daerlynn/backstory&diff=546236 2021-03-04T18:11:02Z

<p>DAERLYNN: </p> <hr /> <div><br /> <br /> == == Notes of a Minstrel ==<br /> <br /> <br /> <br /> == I. Introit ==<br /> <br /> <br /> <br /> As she walks the road to the walls of the Crossing, her mind indeed does travel in strange paths. Muddy roads. Dusty roads. It seems that roads have been her constant companion her whole life. Roads, and her delicate cittern. Slung now in it's oilcloth over her shoulder, she thinks once more of Alexander... the man... the boy really... that introduced her to both roads and her cittern.<br /> <br /> She was nine when she had first seen him. He had heard her singing to the younger children in the orphanage and had come in to ask the priestesses about her. What he had heard must have impressed him, because he came in and asked her to sing for him. She smiled, because singing was always fun... easy. So she sang. Sang a lullaby for this boy troubadour.... he must have only been 16...but so talented... so kind. The next thing she knew, she was on the road with him, learning his craft.... and learning so much more. Morals. Ethics. A kind, gentle spirit... what it was like to have family. Traveling through the roads those years, she learned all these things as Alexander became her teacher... and her brother. Eventually, they were no longer master and apprentice, but partners... he singing the jolly songs and telling the tall stories, she singing the songs that touched the heart and the soul.<br /> <br /> She remembers the night that he gave her the cittern.... and a ring. A ring that matched his, and declared his love. Surprise, that his feelings were the same as hers, feelings that she had hidden for so long. He had said that he had waited.... he wanted her to be old enough to decide.. as if she had ever had a doubt. They kissed that night... she was 16, and life was wonderful. The roads had led her down a bright path indeed. They kissed.... and they waited for the wedding night for any more than that. Commitment and loyalty meant much to him.... things he taught her well.<br /> <br /> Trudging onward, she remembers how easily that light had dimmed. The muffled whisper, waking her up. &quot;Bandits! Wake up, my Lynn! Shh!&quot; His eyes bright from the reflection of the moon, so very bright that night. The embers from the fire were gone, but the moon showed everything in the clearing well. Too well. His blonde hair. That too was bright. Shining. It is funny the things that you remember. Instinctively, she reached for her cittern, the only thing she had of any value, wondering why this was happening. Were they mistaken for others? Who would attack two itinerant minstrels? There was no time for any more thoughts as the bandits began their attack. Diving behind the log as the arrows began to fly, the panic welling up in her breast, her eyes wide with fear and desperation. Alexander, letting fly with his bow, hearing the grunt as one of his arrows struck home. Cursing herself for never having learned any fighting skills, she cowered behind the log. &quot;Alex!! Let's go... run... we can make it!&quot; His smile, still so sweet and brave in her memory as he nodded...&quot;Yes Lynn.... you first.. Run, Love!&quot; Words which she heeded quickly. Her own heart beating as she ran, swiftly, clutching the cittern, the branches whipping at her face, her body, her own breath loud in her ears. Running. Running.... until she realized that her breath was the only one she heard. Falling in the sodden leaves, gasping for breath, she then realizes she had never heard him run. She remembers the sound of his arrows still flying as she had run... a sound that had never registered, until now. She lays there, trying to master her fear.... to get up... to go back... to help him. To be there for him.<br /> <br /> She fails.<br /> <br /> The bright sun of daylight. She remembers that sun. That day. The burned camp. The scattered belongings of two minstrels, with no valuables at all. The body, almost unrecognizable except for blonde hair and a cheap tin ring that matched the one on her finger, not even worth the time of the bandits to remove. Not worth anything, except to two happy minstrels on a bright road.<br /> <br /> The road to the Crossing, a muddy one. Bright, perhaps too..... but not as bright as the one she had traveled before she had abandoned Alexander. Before she did not go back to aid him. Before her failures, the first of so many in her life. As she adjusts the weight of the cittern on her shoulder, she realizes that no roads will ever be that bright again.<br /> <br /> <br /> == II. Requiem ==<br /> <br /> <br /> &quot;You must choose your path, Lynn. The time for a decision has come.&quot; The words echo in her mind as she lay in the dark room. The priestesses have been so good to her these past two years. But now they require a choice, a choice she has dreaded since she arrived.<br /> <br /> They had found her, prompted by a vision from the goddess, laying prostrate on the hastily dug grave she had somehow buried him in. Leading her away, a broken reed, they had given him the proper rites and took her back, back to the orphanage that she had grown up in.<br /> <br /> She remembers little of the next weeks, months maybe. The dark time, she still thinks of it as, travelling in the unlit paths of her own inadequate soul. But the priestesses had been gentle, yet insistent, continually bringing the children to her, somehow knowing that their needs would draw her out, knowing that she needed to be needed at that time.<br /> <br /> She fingers the tin ring hung around her neck. A decision. The priestesses know that her heart is not fully with the goddess. She is long past the age where most put off the grey robe of an acolyte for the blue robes of the order.<br /> <br /> The children have been wonderful. She loves helping to raise these little ones with no home, no other family. After all, she was once one of them. She enjoys the little healing skills she has been taught, the small lessons in discernment and theology. But...... to put on the blue.... to renounce much of the outside world..... even to renounce..... She looks over at the cittern in the corner. Touched not at all since she has been here.<br /> <br /> She stares at it a long time, as the sun rises and more stirrings are heard all around her. To truly give up the life she had so enjoyed.... that he had taught her? The people, the roads leading.. .who knows where? Only over the next hill, as he used to say. To give up.... music?<br /> <br /> Standing, she retrieves the instrument, runs her hand along the smooth wood. Fingering, then tightening the strings, Tuning to as close an approximation as these strings will now get to the proper intonation. Her fingers, almost too soft to play now without pain. But, finally....she softly plays a chord. A simple D Major chord. A chord that she listens to as it reverberates in the room; a chord that she feels as it resonates in her heart. Memories come rushing back.... but not the memories she had so dreaded. Memories..... of smiling faces and of laughter; of back slapping and sweet touches in the crowd; memories of warmth and tender moments. She remembers..... he had made them laugh; she had made them cry and reach for their loved one. Both were good things in this world, a healing in their own way as good as what the priestesses taught. She figures maybe someday, she can bring laughter as well....<br /> <br /> <br /> <br /> The grey robe is taken off, the clothes.... and the boots.... are put on. As the priestesses of the goddess hear the lilting sounds of music, and a clear voice lifting an ode in memory of a golden haired minstrel, they know the decision has been made.....<br /> <br /> <br /> ''<br /> ''The ash and the willow; the maple and oak,<br /> <br /> ''stand guard over the green silent mound.''<br /> <br /> ''All is silent, not a word is spoke,''<br /> <br /> ''yet listen closely, and music is found.''<br /> <br /> <br /> ''The wind's soft whisper, a stream's playful bubbling,''<br /> <br /> ''the soft creaking branches of the trees.''<br /> <br /> ''The music plays softly, not at all troubling,<br /> <br /> ''Nothing plays in the minor of keys.''<br /> <br /> <br /> ''The maple and oak, the ash and the willow,''<br /> <br /> ''stand guard over me as I cry.''<br /> <br /> ''I lay down beside you, green mound is my pillow''<br /> <br /> ''as I sing to you my last lullaby''<br /> <br /> <br /> ''Each note wakes a memory as weeping I sing''<br /> <br /> ''and the leaves rustle gently o'er me''<br /> <br /> ''Soft whispers laden, my voice softly breaking,''<br /> <br /> ''as I know I must go and leave you be.''<br /> <br /> <br /> ''The ash and the willow, the maple and oak''<br /> <br /> ''stand guard in a silent grove.''<br /> <br /> ''I stand by you gazing, not a word can be spoke''<br /> <br /> ''as I say good-bye to you, my love.''''<br /> ''<br /> <br /> <br /> <br /> == ''== Parts III and IV appear to be ripped out. =='' ==<br /> <br /> <br /> <br /> <br /> <br /> <br /> <br /> == V. Sanctorum ==<br /> <br /> <br /> <br /> &gt;THHWOK!<br /> <br /> She sighed. When would she ever get any good at this? She picked up another throwing knife, and aimed at the target. Maybe this time she would do better than missing by 10 inches. Of course, why should this time be any different from the last twenty-eight throws?<br /> <br /> &gt;THHWOK!<br /> <br /> Another sigh.<br /> <br /> ‘Quin had taught her the rudiments of throwing small blades, but it had not been an area of specialty for the guardswoman. ‘Close enough’ had been good enough for the big guardswoman, who had preferred to close with the sword. The petite minstrel needed to be better than that .<br /> <br /> &gt;THHWOK!<br /> <br /> Sigh.<br /> <br /> She wondered briefly how ‘Quin was, and she hoped she was happy. The guardswoman was still in in Ilithi, in some noble or other’s garrison, presumably living with her girlfriend who had finally returned sobbing to her. The girlfriend hadn’t liked Lynn; Lynn hadn’t been particularly fond of her either. It had been time to part ways, and the minstrel had decided to travel to Zoluren for a while, instead of returning to Theren. The trip had been good for her, she had learned people here liked her singing, and she had gained confidence in writing and performing her own songs.<br /> <br /> The minstrel went and collected the ten throwing knives and returned, facing the target once more. She really should sleep, she had played late last night at the Unicorn Inn and was playing there again tonight. But this small glade she had found in the woods outside Kaerna was so peaceful and restful, she had no wish to return to a small, stuffy room. She emptied her mind and took aim.<br /> <br /> &gt;THHWOK!<br /> <br /> Sigh.<br /> <br /> &gt;THHWOK!<br /> <br /> Sigh.<br /> <br /> &gt;THHWOK!<br /> <br /> Sigh.<br /> <br /> &gt;THHWOK!<br /> <br /> Sigh.<br /> <br /> Giggle.<br /> <br /> Huh? She looked around slowly. She could have sworn she had heard a giggle. She looked around the clearing, into the woods.. nothing. Maybe it was a bird? She was pretty sure these woods were safe, and the closest dangerous creatures, rock trolls, DEFINITELY did not giggle. She shook her head, picked up another knife, and aimed…<br /> <br /> &gt;THHWOK!<br /> <br /> Sigh.<br /> <br /> Giggle.<br /> <br /> She looked around. Ok, that was definitely a giggle. She walked towards the trees slowly, then stopped as a figure stepped out, into the clearing. Another minstrel!<br /> <br /> Ah, but more than just another minstrel, she thought, as her heart skipped a beat. This elven lass was beautiful, dressed all in brown and green leathers, but not drab forest garb like a ranger would wear. Everything was worn with the flamboyant flair of a minstrel, from the cut of the supple leathers to the jaunty angles of the lute and the longbow slung over her back. She was still giggling as she sauntered over to Lynn, mirth in the elven eyes. “Wouldn’t this be better, lass?”, she said, and in one fluid motion drew out a throwing blade, turned and flung it at the target.<br /> <br /> &gt;THHWOK!<br /> <br /> Lynn gasped, as the blade buried itself dead center in the target. The elf smiled and bowed, laughter still just a breath away. &quot;Allow me to introduce myself, my name is Maiyadhin …. And you are that minstrel at the Unicorn, Daerlynn, is it?&quot;<br /> <br /> Lynn felt herself blush, somehow feeling nice that this beautiful elf knew her name. She finally stammered out a quiet, &quot;Aye...&quot;<br /> <br /> The elf smiled one of those laughing smiles at the minstrel, and went on, &quot;Well, you sing well.. but your knife throwing is abysmal... here, let me show you a few things...&quot;<br /> <br /> And, wouldn’t you know... she did.</div>

DAERLYNN https://elanthipedia.play.net/index.php?title=Daerlynn/backstory&diff=546235 2021-03-04T18:10:48Z

<p>DAERLYNN: </p> <hr /> <div><br /> <br /> == == Notes of a Minstrel ==<br /> <br /> ==<br /> <br /> <br /> == I. Introit ==<br /> <br /> <br /> <br /> As she walks the road to the walls of the Crossing, her mind indeed does travel in strange paths. Muddy roads. Dusty roads. It seems that roads have been her constant companion her whole life. Roads, and her delicate cittern. Slung now in it's oilcloth over her shoulder, she thinks once more of Alexander... the man... the boy really... that introduced her to both roads and her cittern.<br /> <br /> She was nine when she had first seen him. He had heard her singing to the younger children in the orphanage and had come in to ask the priestesses about her. What he had heard must have impressed him, because he came in and asked her to sing for him. She smiled, because singing was always fun... easy. So she sang. Sang a lullaby for this boy troubadour.... he must have only been 16...but so talented... so kind. The next thing she knew, she was on the road with him, learning his craft.... and learning so much more. Morals. Ethics. A kind, gentle spirit... what it was like to have family. Traveling through the roads those years, she learned all these things as Alexander became her teacher... and her brother. Eventually, they were no longer master and apprentice, but partners... he singing the jolly songs and telling the tall stories, she singing the songs that touched the heart and the soul.<br /> <br /> She remembers the night that he gave her the cittern.... and a ring. A ring that matched his, and declared his love. Surprise, that his feelings were the same as hers, feelings that she had hidden for so long. He had said that he had waited.... he wanted her to be old enough to decide.. as if she had ever had a doubt. They kissed that night... she was 16, and life was wonderful. The roads had led her down a bright path indeed. They kissed.... and they waited for the wedding night for any more than that. Commitment and loyalty meant much to him.... things he taught her well.<br /> <br /> Trudging onward, she remembers how easily that light had dimmed. The muffled whisper, waking her up. &quot;Bandits! Wake up, my Lynn! Shh!&quot; His eyes bright from the reflection of the moon, so very bright that night. The embers from the fire were gone, but the moon showed everything in the clearing well. Too well. His blonde hair. That too was bright. Shining. It is funny the things that you remember. Instinctively, she reached for her cittern, the only thing she had of any value, wondering why this was happening. Were they mistaken for others? Who would attack two itinerant minstrels? There was no time for any more thoughts as the bandits began their attack. Diving behind the log as the arrows began to fly, the panic welling up in her breast, her eyes wide with fear and desperation. Alexander, letting fly with his bow, hearing the grunt as one of his arrows struck home. Cursing herself for never having learned any fighting skills, she cowered behind the log. &quot;Alex!! Let's go... run... we can make it!&quot; His smile, still so sweet and brave in her memory as he nodded...&quot;Yes Lynn.... you first.. Run, Love!&quot; Words which she heeded quickly. Her own heart beating as she ran, swiftly, clutching the cittern, the branches whipping at her face, her body, her own breath loud in her ears. Running. Running.... until she realized that her breath was the only one she heard. Falling in the sodden leaves, gasping for breath, she then realizes she had never heard him run. She remembers the sound of his arrows still flying as she had run... a sound that had never registered, until now. She lays there, trying to master her fear.... to get up... to go back... to help him. To be there for him.<br /> <br /> She fails.<br /> <br /> The bright sun of daylight. She remembers that sun. That day. The burned camp. The scattered belongings of two minstrels, with no valuables at all. The body, almost unrecognizable except for blonde hair and a cheap tin ring that matched the one on her finger, not even worth the time of the bandits to remove. Not worth anything, except to two happy minstrels on a bright road.<br /> <br /> The road to the Crossing, a muddy one. Bright, perhaps too..... but not as bright as the one she had traveled before she had abandoned Alexander. Before she did not go back to aid him. Before her failures, the first of so many in her life. As she adjusts the weight of the cittern on her shoulder, she realizes that no roads will ever be that bright again.<br /> <br /> <br /> == II. Requiem ==<br /> <br /> <br /> &quot;You must choose your path, Lynn. The time for a decision has come.&quot; The words echo in her mind as she lay in the dark room. The priestesses have been so good to her these past two years. But now they require a choice, a choice she has dreaded since she arrived.<br /> <br /> They had found her, prompted by a vision from the goddess, laying prostrate on the hastily dug grave she had somehow buried him in. Leading her away, a broken reed, they had given him the proper rites and took her back, back to the orphanage that she had grown up in.<br /> <br /> She remembers little of the next weeks, months maybe. The dark time, she still thinks of it as, travelling in the unlit paths of her own inadequate soul. But the priestesses had been gentle, yet insistent, continually bringing the children to her, somehow knowing that their needs would draw her out, knowing that she needed to be needed at that time.<br /> <br /> She fingers the tin ring hung around her neck. A decision. The priestesses know that her heart is not fully with the goddess. She is long past the age where most put off the grey robe of an acolyte for the blue robes of the order.<br /> <br /> The children have been wonderful. She loves helping to raise these little ones with no home, no other family. After all, she was once one of them. She enjoys the little healing skills she has been taught, the small lessons in discernment and theology. But...... to put on the blue.... to renounce much of the outside world..... even to renounce..... She looks over at the cittern in the corner. Touched not at all since she has been here.<br /> <br /> She stares at it a long time, as the sun rises and more stirrings are heard all around her. To truly give up the life she had so enjoyed.... that he had taught her? The people, the roads leading.. .who knows where? Only over the next hill, as he used to say. To give up.... music?<br /> <br /> Standing, she retrieves the instrument, runs her hand along the smooth wood. Fingering, then tightening the strings, Tuning to as close an approximation as these strings will now get to the proper intonation. Her fingers, almost too soft to play now without pain. But, finally....she softly plays a chord. A simple D Major chord. A chord that she listens to as it reverberates in the room; a chord that she feels as it resonates in her heart. Memories come rushing back.... but not the memories she had so dreaded. Memories..... of smiling faces and of laughter; of back slapping and sweet touches in the crowd; memories of warmth and tender moments. She remembers..... he had made them laugh; she had made them cry and reach for their loved one. Both were good things in this world, a healing in their own way as good as what the priestesses taught. She figures maybe someday, she can bring laughter as well....<br /> <br /> <br /> <br /> The grey robe is taken off, the clothes.... and the boots.... are put on. As the priestesses of the goddess hear the lilting sounds of music, and a clear voice lifting an ode in memory of a golden haired minstrel, they know the decision has been made.....<br /> <br /> <br /> ''<br /> ''The ash and the willow; the maple and oak,<br /> <br /> ''stand guard over the green silent mound.''<br /> <br /> ''All is silent, not a word is spoke,''<br /> <br /> ''yet listen closely, and music is found.''<br /> <br /> <br /> ''The wind's soft whisper, a stream's playful bubbling,''<br /> <br /> ''the soft creaking branches of the trees.''<br /> <br /> ''The music plays softly, not at all troubling,<br /> <br /> ''Nothing plays in the minor of keys.''<br /> <br /> <br /> ''The maple and oak, the ash and the willow,''<br /> <br /> ''stand guard over me as I cry.''<br /> <br /> ''I lay down beside you, green mound is my pillow''<br /> <br /> ''as I sing to you my last lullaby''<br /> <br /> <br /> ''Each note wakes a memory as weeping I sing''<br /> <br /> ''and the leaves rustle gently o'er me''<br /> <br /> ''Soft whispers laden, my voice softly breaking,''<br /> <br /> ''as I know I must go and leave you be.''<br /> <br /> <br /> ''The ash and the willow, the maple and oak''<br /> <br /> ''stand guard in a silent grove.''<br /> <br /> ''I stand by you gazing, not a word can be spoke''<br /> <br /> ''as I say good-bye to you, my love.''''<br /> ''<br /> <br /> <br /> <br /> == ''== Parts III and IV appear to be ripped out. =='' ==<br /> <br /> <br /> <br /> <br /> <br /> <br /> <br /> == V. Sanctorum ==<br /> <br /> <br /> <br /> &gt;THHWOK!<br /> <br /> She sighed. When would she ever get any good at this? She picked up another throwing knife, and aimed at the target. Maybe this time she would do better than missing by 10 inches. Of course, why should this time be any different from the last twenty-eight throws?<br /> <br /> &gt;THHWOK!<br /> <br /> Another sigh.<br /> <br /> ‘Quin had taught her the rudiments of throwing small blades, but it had not been an area of specialty for the guardswoman. ‘Close enough’ had been good enough for the big guardswoman, who had preferred to close with the sword. The petite minstrel needed to be better than that .<br /> <br /> &gt;THHWOK!<br /> <br /> Sigh.<br /> <br /> She wondered briefly how ‘Quin was, and she hoped she was happy. The guardswoman was still in in Ilithi, in some noble or other’s garrison, presumably living with her girlfriend who had finally returned sobbing to her. The girlfriend hadn’t liked Lynn; Lynn hadn’t been particularly fond of her either. It had been time to part ways, and the minstrel had decided to travel to Zoluren for a while, instead of returning to Theren. The trip had been good for her, she had learned people here liked her singing, and she had gained confidence in writing and performing her own songs.<br /> <br /> The minstrel went and collected the ten throwing knives and returned, facing the target once more. She really should sleep, she had played late last night at the Unicorn Inn and was playing there again tonight. But this small glade she had found in the woods outside Kaerna was so peaceful and restful, she had no wish to return to a small, stuffy room. She emptied her mind and took aim.<br /> <br /> &gt;THHWOK!<br /> <br /> Sigh.<br /> <br /> &gt;THHWOK!<br /> <br /> Sigh.<br /> <br /> &gt;THHWOK!<br /> <br /> Sigh.<br /> <br /> &gt;THHWOK!<br /> <br /> Sigh.<br /> <br /> Giggle.<br /> <br /> Huh? She looked around slowly. She could have sworn she had heard a giggle. She looked around the clearing, into the woods.. nothing. Maybe it was a bird? She was pretty sure these woods were safe, and the closest dangerous creatures, rock trolls, DEFINITELY did not giggle. She shook her head, picked up another knife, and aimed…<br /> <br /> &gt;THHWOK!<br /> <br /> Sigh.<br /> <br /> Giggle.<br /> <br /> She looked around. Ok, that was definitely a giggle. She walked towards the trees slowly, then stopped as a figure stepped out, into the clearing. Another minstrel!<br /> <br /> Ah, but more than just another minstrel, she thought, as her heart skipped a beat. This elven lass was beautiful, dressed all in brown and green leathers, but not drab forest garb like a ranger would wear. Everything was worn with the flamboyant flair of a minstrel, from the cut of the supple leathers to the jaunty angles of the lute and the longbow slung over her back. She was still giggling as she sauntered over to Lynn, mirth in the elven eyes. “Wouldn’t this be better, lass?”, she said, and in one fluid motion drew out a throwing blade, turned and flung it at the target.<br /> <br /> &gt;THHWOK!<br /> <br /> Lynn gasped, as the blade buried itself dead center in the target. The elf smiled and bowed, laughter still just a breath away. &quot;Allow me to introduce myself, my name is Maiyadhin …. And you are that minstrel at the Unicorn, Daerlynn, is it?&quot;<br /> <br /> Lynn felt herself blush, somehow feeling nice that this beautiful elf knew her name. She finally stammered out a quiet, &quot;Aye...&quot;<br /> <br /> The elf smiled one of those laughing smiles at the minstrel, and went on, &quot;Well, you sing well.. but your knife throwing is abysmal... here, let me show you a few things...&quot;<br /> <br /> And, wouldn’t you know... she did.</div>

DAERLYNN https://elanthipedia.play.net/index.php?title=Daerlynn&diff=546234 2021-03-04T17:37:14Z

<p>DAERLYNN: /* Background: */</p> <hr /> <div>{{PC<br /> |name=Daerlynn Soulmyste<br /> |status=a<br /> |race=Human<br /> |gender=Female<br /> |guild=Bard<br /> |instance=Prime<br /> }}<br /> <br /> == '''Appearance:''' ==<br /> <br /> <br /> Daerlynn has jade eyes, her blue-black hair is shoulder length and curly, worn in a simple, pulled-back style, and she has a petite, lissome figure.<br /> <br /> She has an affinity for colorful gyspy attire, wearing a vibrant gypsy skirt cut up high on one hip, a daringly low cut blouse, a hip chain, toe bells, jewelry and beads.<br /> <br /> [[File:Gypsy.jpg]]<br /> <br /> <br /> == '''Background:''' ==<br /> <br /> Stories of Daerlynn's background - https://elanthipedia.play.net/Daerlynn/backstory<br /> <br /> <br /> Daerlynn was raised in an orphanage run by Priestesses of Albreda. Showing an affinity for music and storytelling by age 13 she was teaching music to the younger children at the orphanage. Discovered by a wandering minstrel named Alexander, when she became of age she was apprenticed to him as a Minstrel, and they traveled the roads of many realms, singing and putting on shows. After he was killed in a bandit raid, Daerlynn made her way to Elanthia and joined the Bard guild there.<br /> <br /> Although she struggles at times with the combat requirements of the guild, she is a true devotee to the guild. She loves to entertain, telling stories and singing songs anywhere and everywhere. She also believes in passing along the history of the realms, and in helping the Empaths, Midwives and Healers as much as she can with her healing music.<br /> <br /> Daerlynn's greatest love however has always just been entertaining, and even more, encouraging others to entertain if they so wanted to. To this end, she began a series of concerts at the Arthe Dale Inn which was designed to give a stage to any adventurer that wished to perform. The first Arthe Dale concert was given by Dreamheart in the 6th month of Arhat the Fire Lion in the year of the Crystal Snow Hare, 363 years, 201 days since the Victory of Lanival the Redeemer.<br /> <br /> The Arthe Dale concert series was a great success, with over 100 concerts and lasting many years, and hopefully meeting its purpose in encouraging the performing arts in Elanthia. Daerlynn was also an early member of the Tavern Troupe Performing Order, eventually becoming Vice Speaker of the Order.<br /> <br /> Daerlynn was also part of The Bawdy Balladeers, made up of three members of the Troupe, and was founder of the Theren Theater Players. <br /> <br /> Her greatest honor was when Baron Gyfford of Therengia traveled to Arthe Dale on a night where Daerlynn was performing at the Inn, and offered her the position of Court Bard of Therengia. She was the first to ever hold this position. The Baron also publicly informed her of the soon to be built Theren Theater, and expected her to use it well. To this day, Daerlynn has a special spot in her heart for the theater in Theren.<br /> <br /> While Court Bard in Theren, Daerlynn continued to run her Arthe Dale concerts. At the same time, she began the Theren Theater Players and, because of the amount of work involved, she took on her first and only apprentice - one with a ton of talent, a willing heart and an affinity for plays - [[Chabelle]]! Chabelle hit the ground running and made the Theren Theater and Players a success, instituting a regular series of wonderful plays.<br /> <br /> After many years, Daerlynn was worn out, and decided to take a leave of absence from Elanthia to travel other lands. This absence lasted more years than she expected, but she has once again returned to Elanthia, and once again in the role she loves most, a simple Minstrel singing and performing where ever someone wants a song or a story.<br /> <br /> == '''Resources:''' ==<br /> <br /> <br /> [The Tavern Troupe Performing Order - https://taverntroupe.com/] <br /> {{PCSkills<br /> |Collapse=Yes<br /> }}</div>

DAERLYNN https://elanthipedia.play.net/index.php?title=Daerlynn&diff=546233 2021-03-04T17:33:41Z

<p>DAERLYNN: /* Background: */</p> <hr /> <div>{{PC<br /> |name=Daerlynn Soulmyste<br /> |status=a<br /> |race=Human<br /> |gender=Female<br /> |guild=Bard<br /> |instance=Prime<br /> }}<br /> <br /> == '''Appearance:''' ==<br /> <br /> <br /> Daerlynn has jade eyes, her blue-black hair is shoulder length and curly, worn in a simple, pulled-back style, and she has a petite, lissome figure.<br /> <br /> She has an affinity for colorful gyspy attire, wearing a vibrant gypsy skirt cut up high on one hip, a daringly low cut blouse, a hip chain, toe bells, jewelry and beads.<br /> <br /> [[File:Gypsy.jpg]]<br /> <br /> <br /> == '''Background:''' ==<br /> <br /> Stories of Daerlynn's background - [https://elanthipedia.play.net/Daerlynn/backstory]<br /> <br /> <br /> Daerlynn was raised in an orphanage run by Priestesses of Albreda. Showing an affinity for music and storytelling by age 13 she was teaching music to the younger children at the orphanage. Discovered by a wandering minstrel named Alexander, when she became of age she was apprenticed to him as a Minstrel, and they traveled the roads of many realms, singing and putting on shows. After he was killed in a bandit raid, Daerlynn made her way to Elanthia and joined the Bard guild there.<br /> <br /> Although she struggles at times with the combat requirements of the guild, she is a true devotee to the guild. She loves to entertain, telling stories and singing songs anywhere and everywhere. She also believes in passing along the history of the realms, and in helping the Empaths, Midwives and Healers as much as she can with her healing music.<br /> <br /> Daerlynn's greatest love however has always just been entertaining, and even more, encouraging others to entertain if they so wanted to. To this end, she began a series of concerts at the Arthe Dale Inn which was designed to give a stage to any adventurer that wished to perform. The first Arthe Dale concert was given by Dreamheart in the 6th month of Arhat the Fire Lion in the year of the Crystal Snow Hare, 363 years, 201 days since the Victory of Lanival the Redeemer.<br /> <br /> The Arthe Dale concert series was a great success, with over 100 concerts and lasting many years, and hopefully meeting its purpose in encouraging the performing arts in Elanthia. Daerlynn was also an early member of the Tavern Troupe Performing Order, eventually becoming Vice Speaker of the Order.<br /> <br /> Daerlynn was also part of The Bawdy Balladeers, made up of three members of the Troupe, and was founder of the Theren Theater Players. <br /> <br /> Her greatest honor was when Baron Gyfford of Therengia traveled to Arthe Dale on a night where Daerlynn was performing at the Inn, and offered her the position of Court Bard of Therengia. She was the first to ever hold this position. The Baron also publicly informed her of the soon to be built Theren Theater, and expected her to use it well. To this day, Daerlynn has a special spot in her heart for the theater in Theren.<br /> <br /> While Court Bard in Theren, Daerlynn continued to run her Arthe Dale concerts. At the same time, she began the Theren Theater Players and, because of the amount of work involved, she took on her first and only apprentice - one with a ton of talent, a willing heart and an affinity for plays - [[Chabelle]]! Chabelle hit the ground running and made the Theren Theater and Players a success, instituting a regular series of wonderful plays.<br /> <br /> After many years, Daerlynn was worn out, and decided to take a leave of absence from Elanthia to travel other lands. This absence lasted more years than she expected, but she has once again returned to Elanthia, and once again in the role she loves most, a simple Minstrel singing and performing where ever someone wants a song or a story.<br /> <br /> == '''Resources:''' ==<br /> <br /> <br /> [The Tavern Troupe Performing Order - https://taverntroupe.com/] <br /> {{PCSkills<br /> |Collapse=Yes<br /> }}</div>

DAERLYNN https://elanthipedia.play.net/index.php?title=Daerlynn&diff=546232 2021-03-04T17:33:18Z

<p>DAERLYNN: /* Background: */</p> <hr /> <div>{{PC<br /> |name=Daerlynn Soulmyste<br /> |status=a<br /> |race=Human<br /> |gender=Female<br /> |guild=Bard<br /> |instance=Prime<br /> }}<br /> <br /> == '''Appearance:''' ==<br /> <br /> <br /> Daerlynn has jade eyes, her blue-black hair is shoulder length and curly, worn in a simple, pulled-back style, and she has a petite, lissome figure.<br /> <br /> She has an affinity for colorful gyspy attire, wearing a vibrant gypsy skirt cut up high on one hip, a daringly low cut blouse, a hip chain, toe bells, jewelry and beads.<br /> <br /> [[File:Gypsy.jpg]]<br /> <br /> <br /> == '''Background:''' ==<br /> <br /> Stories of Daerlynn's background - [Notes of a Minstrel]<br /> <br /> <br /> Daerlynn was raised in an orphanage run by Priestesses of Albreda. Showing an affinity for music and storytelling by age 13 she was teaching music to the younger children at the orphanage. Discovered by a wandering minstrel named Alexander, when she became of age she was apprenticed to him as a Minstrel, and they traveled the roads of many realms, singing and putting on shows. After he was killed in a bandit raid, Daerlynn made her way to Elanthia and joined the Bard guild there.<br /> <br /> Although she struggles at times with the combat requirements of the guild, she is a true devotee to the guild. She loves to entertain, telling stories and singing songs anywhere and everywhere. She also believes in passing along the history of the realms, and in helping the Empaths, Midwives and Healers as much as she can with her healing music.<br /> <br /> Daerlynn's greatest love however has always just been entertaining, and even more, encouraging others to entertain if they so wanted to. To this end, she began a series of concerts at the Arthe Dale Inn which was designed to give a stage to any adventurer that wished to perform. The first Arthe Dale concert was given by Dreamheart in the 6th month of Arhat the Fire Lion in the year of the Crystal Snow Hare, 363 years, 201 days since the Victory of Lanival the Redeemer.<br /> <br /> The Arthe Dale concert series was a great success, with over 100 concerts and lasting many years, and hopefully meeting its purpose in encouraging the performing arts in Elanthia. Daerlynn was also an early member of the Tavern Troupe Performing Order, eventually becoming Vice Speaker of the Order.<br /> <br /> Daerlynn was also part of The Bawdy Balladeers, made up of three members of the Troupe, and was founder of the Theren Theater Players. <br /> <br /> Her greatest honor was when Baron Gyfford of Therengia traveled to Arthe Dale on a night where Daerlynn was performing at the Inn, and offered her the position of Court Bard of Therengia. She was the first to ever hold this position. The Baron also publicly informed her of the soon to be built Theren Theater, and expected her to use it well. To this day, Daerlynn has a special spot in her heart for the theater in Theren.<br /> <br /> While Court Bard in Theren, Daerlynn continued to run her Arthe Dale concerts. At the same time, she began the Theren Theater Players and, because of the amount of work involved, she took on her first and only apprentice - one with a ton of talent, a willing heart and an affinity for plays - [[Chabelle]]! Chabelle hit the ground running and made the Theren Theater and Players a success, instituting a regular series of wonderful plays.<br /> <br /> After many years, Daerlynn was worn out, and decided to take a leave of absence from Elanthia to travel other lands. This absence lasted more years than she expected, but she has once again returned to Elanthia, and once again in the role she loves most, a simple Minstrel singing and performing where ever someone wants a song or a story.<br /> <br /> == '''Resources:''' ==<br /> <br /> <br /> [The Tavern Troupe Performing Order - https://taverntroupe.com/] <br /> {{PCSkills<br /> |Collapse=Yes<br /> }}</div>

DAERLYNN https://elanthipedia.play.net/index.php?title=Daerlynn&diff=546231 2021-03-04T17:32:37Z

<p>DAERLYNN: /* Background: */</p> <hr /> <div>{{PC<br /> |name=Daerlynn Soulmyste<br /> |status=a<br /> |race=Human<br /> |gender=Female<br /> |guild=Bard<br /> |instance=Prime<br /> }}<br /> <br /> == '''Appearance:''' ==<br /> <br /> <br /> Daerlynn has jade eyes, her blue-black hair is shoulder length and curly, worn in a simple, pulled-back style, and she has a petite, lissome figure.<br /> <br /> She has an affinity for colorful gyspy attire, wearing a vibrant gypsy skirt cut up high on one hip, a daringly low cut blouse, a hip chain, toe bells, jewelry and beads.<br /> <br /> [[File:Gypsy.jpg]]<br /> <br /> <br /> == '''Background:''' ==<br /> <br /> Stories of Daerlynn's background - [https://elanthipedia.play.net/Daerlynn/backstory]<br /> <br /> <br /> Daerlynn was raised in an orphanage run by Priestesses of Albreda. Showing an affinity for music and storytelling by age 13 she was teaching music to the younger children at the orphanage. Discovered by a wandering minstrel named Alexander, when she became of age she was apprenticed to him as a Minstrel, and they traveled the roads of many realms, singing and putting on shows. After he was killed in a bandit raid, Daerlynn made her way to Elanthia and joined the Bard guild there.<br /> <br /> Although she struggles at times with the combat requirements of the guild, she is a true devotee to the guild. She loves to entertain, telling stories and singing songs anywhere and everywhere. She also believes in passing along the history of the realms, and in helping the Empaths, Midwives and Healers as much as she can with her healing music.<br /> <br /> Daerlynn's greatest love however has always just been entertaining, and even more, encouraging others to entertain if they so wanted to. To this end, she began a series of concerts at the Arthe Dale Inn which was designed to give a stage to any adventurer that wished to perform. The first Arthe Dale concert was given by Dreamheart in the 6th month of Arhat the Fire Lion in the year of the Crystal Snow Hare, 363 years, 201 days since the Victory of Lanival the Redeemer.<br /> <br /> The Arthe Dale concert series was a great success, with over 100 concerts and lasting many years, and hopefully meeting its purpose in encouraging the performing arts in Elanthia. Daerlynn was also an early member of the Tavern Troupe Performing Order, eventually becoming Vice Speaker of the Order.<br /> <br /> Daerlynn was also part of The Bawdy Balladeers, made up of three members of the Troupe, and was founder of the Theren Theater Players. <br /> <br /> Her greatest honor was when Baron Gyfford of Therengia traveled to Arthe Dale on a night where Daerlynn was performing at the Inn, and offered her the position of Court Bard of Therengia. She was the first to ever hold this position. The Baron also publicly informed her of the soon to be built Theren Theater, and expected her to use it well. To this day, Daerlynn has a special spot in her heart for the theater in Theren.<br /> <br /> While Court Bard in Theren, Daerlynn continued to run her Arthe Dale concerts. At the same time, she began the Theren Theater Players and, because of the amount of work involved, she took on her first and only apprentice - one with a ton of talent, a willing heart and an affinity for plays - [[Chabelle]]! Chabelle hit the ground running and made the Theren Theater and Players a success, instituting a regular series of wonderful plays.<br /> <br /> After many years, Daerlynn was worn out, and decided to take a leave of absence from Elanthia to travel other lands. This absence lasted more years than she expected, but she has once again returned to Elanthia, and once again in the role she loves most, a simple Minstrel singing and performing where ever someone wants a song or a story.<br /> <br /> == '''Resources:''' ==<br /> <br /> <br /> [The Tavern Troupe Performing Order - https://taverntroupe.com/] <br /> {{PCSkills<br /> |Collapse=Yes<br /> }}</div>

DAERLYNN https://elanthipedia.play.net/index.php?title=Daerlynn/backstory&diff=546230 2021-03-04T17:22:00Z

<p>DAERLYNN: </p> <hr /> <div><br /> == Notes of a Minstrel<br /> ==<br /> <br /> <br /> == I. Introit ==<br /> <br /> <br /> <br /> As she walks the road to the walls of the Crossing, her mind indeed does travel in strange paths. Muddy roads. Dusty roads. It seems that roads have been her constant companion her whole life. Roads, and her delicate cittern. Slung now in it's oilcloth over her shoulder, she thinks once more of Alexander... the man... the boy really... that introduced her to both roads and her cittern.<br /> <br /> She was nine when she had first seen him. He had heard her singing to the younger children in the orphanage and had come in to ask the priestesses about her. What he had heard must have impressed him, because he came in and asked her to sing for him. She smiled, because singing was always fun... easy. So she sang. Sang a lullaby for this boy troubadour.... he must have only been 16...but so talented... so kind. The next thing she knew, she was on the road with him, learning his craft.... and learning so much more. Morals. Ethics. A kind, gentle spirit... what it was like to have family. Traveling through the roads those years, she learned all these things as Alexander became her teacher... and her brother. Eventually, they were no longer master and apprentice, but partners... he singing the jolly songs and telling the tall stories, she singing the songs that touched the heart and the soul.<br /> <br /> She remembers the night that he gave her the cittern.... and a ring. A ring that matched his, and declared his love. Surprise, that his feelings were the same as hers, feelings that she had hidden for so long. He had said that he had waited.... he wanted her to be old enough to decide.. as if she had ever had a doubt. They kissed that night... she was 16, and life was wonderful. The roads had led her down a bright path indeed. They kissed.... and they waited for the wedding night for any more than that. Commitment and loyalty meant much to him.... things he taught her well.<br /> <br /> Trudging onward, she remembers how easily that light had dimmed. The muffled whisper, waking her up. &quot;Bandits! Wake up, my Lynn! Shh!&quot; His eyes bright from the reflection of the moon, so very bright that night. The embers from the fire were gone, but the moon showed everything in the clearing well. Too well. His blonde hair. That too was bright. Shining. It is funny the things that you remember. Instinctively, she reached for her cittern, the only thing she had of any value, wondering why this was happening. Were they mistaken for others? Who would attack two itinerant minstrels? There was no time for any more thoughts as the bandits began their attack. Diving behind the log as the arrows began to fly, the panic welling up in her breast, her eyes wide with fear and desperation. Alexander, letting fly with his bow, hearing the grunt as one of his arrows struck home. Cursing herself for never having learned any fighting skills, she cowered behind the log. &quot;Alex!! Let's go... run... we can make it!&quot; His smile, still so sweet and brave in her memory as he nodded...&quot;Yes Lynn.... you first.. Run, Love!&quot; Words which she heeded quickly. Her own heart beating as she ran, swiftly, clutching the cittern, the branches whipping at her face, her body, her own breath loud in her ears. Running. Running.... until she realized that her breath was the only one she heard. Falling in the sodden leaves, gasping for breath, she then realizes she had never heard him run. She remembers the sound of his arrows still flying as she had run... a sound that had never registered, until now. She lays there, trying to master her fear.... to get up... to go back... to help him. To be there for him.<br /> <br /> She fails.<br /> <br /> The bright sun of daylight. She remembers that sun. That day. The burned camp. The scattered belongings of two minstrels, with no valuables at all. The body, almost unrecognizable except for blonde hair and a cheap tin ring that matched the one on her finger, not even worth the time of the bandits to remove. Not worth anything, except to two happy minstrels on a bright road.<br /> <br /> The road to the Crossing, a muddy one. Bright, perhaps too..... but not as bright as the one she had traveled before she had abandoned Alexander. Before she did not go back to aid him. Before her failures, the first of so many in her life. As she adjusts the weight of the cittern on her shoulder, she realizes that no roads will ever be that bright again.<br /> <br /> <br /> == II. Requiem ==<br /> <br /> <br /> &quot;You must choose your path, Lynn. The time for a decision has come.&quot; The words echo in her mind as she lay in the dark room. The priestesses have been so good to her these past two years. But now they require a choice, a choice she has dreaded since she arrived.<br /> <br /> They had found her, prompted by a vision from the goddess, laying prostrate on the hastily dug grave she had somehow buried him in. Leading her away, a broken reed, they had given him the proper rites and took her back, back to the orphanage that she had grown up in.<br /> <br /> She remembers little of the next weeks, months maybe. The dark time, she still thinks of it as, travelling in the unlit paths of her own inadequate soul. But the priestesses had been gentle, yet insistent, continually bringing the children to her, somehow knowing that their needs would draw her out, knowing that she needed to be needed at that time.<br /> <br /> She fingers the tin ring hung around her neck. A decision. The priestesses know that her heart is not fully with the goddess. She is long past the age where most put off the grey robe of an acolyte for the blue robes of the order.<br /> <br /> The children have been wonderful. She loves helping to raise these little ones with no home, no other family. After all, she was once one of them. She enjoys the little healing skills she has been taught, the small lessons in discernment and theology. But...... to put on the blue.... to renounce much of the outside world..... even to renounce..... She looks over at the cittern in the corner. Touched not at all since she has been here.<br /> <br /> She stares at it a long time, as the sun rises and more stirrings are heard all around her. To truly give up the life she had so enjoyed.... that he had taught her? The people, the roads leading.. .who knows where? Only over the next hill, as he used to say. To give up.... music?<br /> <br /> Standing, she retrieves the instrument, runs her hand along the smooth wood. Fingering, then tightening the strings, Tuning to as close an approximation as these strings will now get to the proper intonation. Her fingers, almost too soft to play now without pain. But, finally....she softly plays a chord. A simple D Major chord. A chord that she listens to as it reverberates in the room; a chord that she feels as it resonates in her heart. Memories come rushing back.... but not the memories she had so dreaded. Memories..... of smiling faces and of laughter; of back slapping and sweet touches in the crowd; memories of warmth and tender moments. She remembers..... he had made them laugh; she had made them cry and reach for their loved one. Both were good things in this world, a healing in their own way as good as what the priestesses taught. She figures maybe someday, she can bring laughter as well....<br /> <br /> <br /> <br /> The grey robe is taken off, the clothes.... and the boots.... are put on. As the priestesses of the goddess hear the lilting sounds of music, and a clear voice lifting an ode in memory of a golden haired minstrel, they know the decision has been made.....<br /> <br /> <br /> ''<br /> ''The ash and the willow; the maple and oak,<br /> <br /> ''stand guard over the green silent mound.''<br /> <br /> ''All is silent, not a word is spoke,''<br /> <br /> ''yet listen closely, and music is found.''<br /> <br /> <br /> ''The wind's soft whisper, a stream's playful bubbling,''<br /> <br /> ''the soft creaking branches of the trees.''<br /> <br /> ''The music plays softly, not at all troubling,<br /> <br /> ''Nothing plays in the minor of keys.''<br /> <br /> <br /> ''The maple and oak, the ash and the willow,''<br /> <br /> ''stand guard over me as I cry.''<br /> <br /> ''I lay down beside you, green mound is my pillow''<br /> <br /> ''as I sing to you my last lullaby''<br /> <br /> <br /> ''Each note wakes a memory as weeping I sing''<br /> <br /> ''and the leaves rustle gently o'er me''<br /> <br /> ''Soft whispers laden, my voice softly breaking,''<br /> <br /> ''as I know I must go and leave you be.''<br /> <br /> <br /> ''The ash and the willow, the maple and oak''<br /> <br /> ''stand guard in a silent grove.''<br /> <br /> ''I stand by you gazing, not a word can be spoke''<br /> <br /> ''as I say good-bye to you, my love.''''<br /> ''<br /> <br /> <br /> <br /> == ''== Parts III and IV appear to be ripped out. =='' ==<br /> <br /> <br /> <br /> <br /> <br /> <br /> <br /> == V. Sanctorum ==<br /> <br /> <br /> <br /> &gt;THHWOK!<br /> <br /> She sighed. When would she ever get any good at this? She picked up another throwing knife, and aimed at the target. Maybe this time she would do better than missing by 10 inches. Of course, why should this time be any different from the last twenty-eight throws?<br /> <br /> &gt;THHWOK!<br /> <br /> Another sigh.<br /> <br /> ‘Quin had taught her the rudiments of throwing small blades, but it had not been an area of specialty for the guardswoman. ‘Close enough’ had been good enough for the big guardswoman, who had preferred to close with the sword. The petite minstrel needed to be better than that .<br /> <br /> &gt;THHWOK!<br /> <br /> Sigh.<br /> <br /> She wondered briefly how ‘Quin was, and she hoped she was happy. The guardswoman was still in in Ilithi, in some noble or other’s garrison, presumably living with her girlfriend who had finally returned sobbing to her. The girlfriend hadn’t liked Lynn; Lynn hadn’t been particularly fond of her either. It had been time to part ways, and the minstrel had decided to travel to Zoluren for a while, instead of returning to Theren. The trip had been good for her, she had learned people here liked her singing, and she had gained confidence in writing and performing her own songs.<br /> <br /> The minstrel went and collected the ten throwing knives and returned, facing the target once more. She really should sleep, she had played late last night at the Unicorn Inn and was playing there again tonight. But this small glade she had found in the woods outside Kaerna was so peaceful and restful, she had no wish to return to a small, stuffy room. She emptied her mind and took aim.<br /> <br /> &gt;THHWOK!<br /> <br /> Sigh.<br /> <br /> &gt;THHWOK!<br /> <br /> Sigh.<br /> <br /> &gt;THHWOK!<br /> <br /> Sigh.<br /> <br /> &gt;THHWOK!<br /> <br /> Sigh.<br /> <br /> Giggle.<br /> <br /> Huh? She looked around slowly. She could have sworn she had heard a giggle. She looked around the clearing, into the woods.. nothing. Maybe it was a bird? She was pretty sure these woods were safe, and the closest dangerous creatures, rock trolls, DEFINITELY did not giggle. She shook her head, picked up another knife, and aimed…<br /> <br /> &gt;THHWOK!<br /> <br /> Sigh.<br /> <br /> Giggle.<br /> <br /> She looked around. Ok, that was definitely a giggle. She walked towards the trees slowly, then stopped as a figure stepped out, into the clearing. Another minstrel!<br /> <br /> Ah, but more than just another minstrel, she thought, as her heart skipped a beat. This elven lass was beautiful, dressed all in brown and green leathers, but not drab forest garb like a ranger would wear. Everything was worn with the flamboyant flair of a minstrel, from the cut of the supple leathers to the jaunty angles of the lute and the longbow slung over her back. She was still giggling as she sauntered over to Lynn, mirth in the elven eyes. “Wouldn’t this be better, lass?”, she said, and in one fluid motion drew out a throwing blade, turned and flung it at the target.<br /> <br /> &gt;THHWOK!<br /> <br /> Lynn gasped, as the blade buried itself dead center in the target. The elf smiled and bowed, laughter still just a breath away. &quot;Allow me to introduce myself, my name is Maiyadhin …. And you are that minstrel at the Unicorn, Daerlynn, is it?&quot;<br /> <br /> Lynn felt herself blush, somehow feeling nice that this beautiful elf knew her name. She finally stammered out a quiet, &quot;Aye...&quot;<br /> <br /> The elf smiled one of those laughing smiles at the minstrel, and went on, &quot;Well, you sing well.. but your knife throwing is abysmal... here, let me show you a few things...&quot;<br /> <br /> And, wouldn’t you know... she did.</div>

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<p>DAERLYNN: </p> <hr /> <div><br /> == Notes of a Minstrel<br /> ==<br /> <br /> <br /> == I. Introit ==<br /> <br /> <br /> <br /> As she walks the road to the walls of the Crossing, her mind indeed does travel in strange paths. Muddy roads. Dusty roads. It seems that roads have been her constant companion her whole life. Roads, and her delicate cittern. Slung now in it's oilcloth over her shoulder, she thinks once more of Alexander... the man... the boy really... that introduced her to both roads and her cittern.<br /> <br /> She was nine when she had first seen him. He had heard her singing to the younger children in the orphanage and had come in to ask the priestesses about her. What he had heard must have impressed him, because he came in and asked her to sing for him. She smiled, because singing was always fun... easy. So she sang. Sang a lullaby for this boy troubadour.... he must have only been 16...but so talented... so kind. The next thing she knew, she was on the road with him, learning his craft.... and learning so much more. Morals. Ethics. A kind, gentle spirit... what it was like to have family. Traveling through the roads those years, she learned all these things as Alexander became her teacher... and her brother. Eventually, they were no longer master and apprentice, but partners... he singing the jolly songs and telling the tall stories, she singing the songs that touched the heart and the soul.<br /> <br /> She remembers the night that he gave her the cittern.... and a ring. A ring that matched his, and declared his love. Surprise, that his feelings were the same as hers, feelings that she had hidden for so long. He had said that he had waited.... he wanted her to be old enough to decide.. as if she had ever had a doubt. They kissed that night... she was 16, and life was wonderful. The roads had led her down a bright path indeed. They kissed.... and they waited for the wedding night for any more than that. Commitment and loyalty meant much to him.... things he taught her well.<br /> <br /> Trudging onward, she remembers how easily that light had dimmed. The muffled whisper, waking her up. &quot;Bandits! Wake up, my Lynn! Shh!&quot; His eyes bright from the reflection of the moon, so very bright that night. The embers from the fire were gone, but the moon showed everything in the clearing well. Too well. His blonde hair. That too was bright. Shining. It is funny the things that you remember. Instinctively, she reached for her cittern, the only thing she had of any value, wondering why this was happening. Were they mistaken for others? Who would attack two itinerant minstrels? There was no time for any more thoughts as the bandits began their attack. Diving behind the log as the arrows began to fly, the panic welling up in her breast, her eyes wide with fear and desperation. Alexander, letting fly with his bow, hearing the grunt as one of his arrows struck home. Cursing herself for never having learned any fighting skills, she cowered behind the log. &quot;Alex!! Let's go... run... we can make it!&quot; His smile, still so sweet and brave in her memory as he nodded...&quot;Yes Lynn.... you first.. Run, Love!&quot; Words which she heeded quickly. Her own heart beating as she ran, swiftly, clutching the cittern, the branches whipping at her face, her body, her own breath loud in her ears. Running. Running.... until she realized that her breath was the only one she heard. Falling in the sodden leaves, gasping for breath, she then realizes she had never heard him run. She remembers the sound of his arrows still flying as she had run... a sound that had never registered, until now. She lays there, trying to master her fear.... to get up... to go back... to help him. To be there for him.<br /> <br /> She fails.<br /> <br /> The bright sun of daylight. She remembers that sun. That day. The burned camp. The scattered belongings of two minstrels, with no valuables at all. The body, almost unrecognizable except for blonde hair and a cheap tin ring that matched the one on her finger, not even worth the time of the bandits to remove. Not worth anything, except to two happy minstrels on a bright road.<br /> <br /> The road to the Crossing, a muddy one. Bright, perhaps too..... but not as bright as the one she had traveled before she had abandoned Alexander. Before she did not go back to aid him. Before her failures, the first of so many in her life. As she adjusts the weight of the cittern on her shoulder, she realizes that no roads will ever be that bright again.<br /> <br /> <br /> == II. Requiem ==<br /> <br /> <br /> &quot;You must choose your path, Lynn. The time for a decision has come.&quot; The words echo in her mind as she lay in the dark room. The priestesses have been so good to her these past two years. But now they require a choice, a choice she has dreaded since she arrived.<br /> <br /> They had found her, prompted by a vision from the goddess, laying prostrate on the hastily dug grave she had somehow buried him in. Leading her away, a broken reed, they had given him the proper rites and took her back, back to the orphanage that she had grown up in.<br /> <br /> She remembers little of the next weeks, months maybe. The dark time, she still thinks of it as, travelling in the unlit paths of her own inadequate soul. But the priestesses had been gentle, yet insistent, continually bringing the children to her, somehow knowing that their needs would draw her out, knowing that she needed to be needed at that time.<br /> <br /> She fingers the tin ring hung around her neck. A decision. The priestesses know that her heart is not fully with the goddess. She is long past the age where most put off the grey robe of an acolyte for the blue robes of the order.<br /> <br /> The children have been wonderful. She loves helping to raise these little ones with no home, no other family. After all, she was once one of them. She enjoys the little healing skills she has been taught, the small lessons in discernment and theology. But...... to put on the blue.... to renounce much of the outside world..... even to renounce..... She looks over at the cittern in the corner. Touched not at all since she has been here.<br /> <br /> She stares at it a long time, as the sun rises and more stirrings are heard all around her. To truly give up the life she had so enjoyed.... that he had taught her? The people, the roads leading.. .who knows where? Only over the next hill, as he used to say. To give up.... music?<br /> <br /> Standing, she retrieves the instrument, runs her hand along the smooth wood. Fingering, then tightening the strings, Tuning to as close an approximation as these strings will now get to the proper intonation. Her fingers, almost too soft to play now without pain. But, finally....she softly plays a chord. A simple D Major chord. A chord that she listens to as it reverberates in the room; a chord that she feels as it resonates in her heart. Memories come rushing back.... but not the memories she had so dreaded. Memories..... of smiling faces and of laughter; of back slapping and sweet touches in the crowd; memories of warmth and tender moments. She remembers..... he had made them laugh; she had made them cry and reach for their loved one. Both were good things in this world, a healing in their own way as good as what the priestesses taught. She figures maybe someday, she can bring laughter as well....<br /> <br /> <br /> <br /> The grey robe is taken off, the clothes.... and the boots.... are put on. As the priestesses of the goddess hear the lilting sounds of music, and a clear voice lifting an ode in memory of a golden haired minstrel, they know the decision has been made.....<br /> <br /> <br /> ''<br /> ''The ash and the willow; the maple and oak,<br /> <br /> ''stand guard over the green silent mound.''<br /> <br /> ''All is silent, not a word is spoke,''<br /> <br /> ''yet listen closely, and music is found.''<br /> <br /> <br /> ''The wind's soft whisper, a stream's playful bubbling,''<br /> <br /> ''the soft creaking branches of the trees.''<br /> <br /> ''The music plays softly, not at all troubling,<br /> <br /> ''Nothing plays in the minor of keys.''<br /> <br /> <br /> ''The maple and oak, the ash and the willow,''<br /> <br /> ''stand guard over me as I cry.''<br /> <br /> ''I lay down beside you, green mound is my pillow''<br /> <br /> ''as I sing to you my last lullaby''<br /> <br /> <br /> ''Each note wakes a memory as weeping I sing''<br /> <br /> ''and the leaves rustle gently o'er me''<br /> <br /> ''Soft whispers laden, my voice softly breaking,''<br /> <br /> ''as I know I must go and leave you be.''<br /> <br /> <br /> ''The ash and the willow, the maple and oak''<br /> <br /> ''stand guard in a silent grove.''<br /> <br /> ''I stand by you gazing, not a word can be spoke''<br /> <br /> ''as I say good-bye to you, my love.''''<br /> ''<br /> <br /> <br /> <br /> == ''== Parts III and IV appear to be ripped out. =='' ==<br /> <br /> <br /> <br /> <br /> <br /> <br /> <br /> == V. Sanctorum ==<br /> <br /> <br /> <br /> &gt;THHWOK!<br /> <br /> She sighed. When would she ever get any good at this? She picked up another throwing knife, and aimed at the target. Maybe this time she would do better than missing by 10 inches. Of course, why should this time be any different from the last twenty-eight throws?<br /> <br /> &gt;THHWOK!<br /> <br /> Another sigh.<br /> <br /> ‘Quin had taught her the rudiments of throwing small blades, but it had not been an area of specialty for the guardswoman. ‘Close enough’ had been good enough for the big guardswoman, who had preferred to close with the sword. The petite minstrel needed to be better than that .<br /> <br /> &gt;THHWOK!<br /> <br /> Sigh.<br /> <br /> She wondered briefly how ‘Quin was, and she hoped she was happy. The guardswoman was still in in Ilithi, in some noble or other’s garrison, presumably living with her girlfriend who had finally returned sobbing to her. The girlfriend hadn’t liked Lynn; Lynn hadn’t been particularly fond of her either. It had been time to part ways, and the minstrel had decided to travel to Zoluren for a while, instead of returning to Theren. The trip had been good for her, she had learned people here liked her singing, and she had gained confidence in writing and performing her own songs.<br /> <br /> The minstrel went and collected the ten throwing knives and returned, facing the target once more. She really should sleep, she had played late last night at the Unicorn Inn and was playing there again tonight. But this small glade she had found in the woods outside Kaerna was so peaceful and restful, she had no wish to return to a small, stuffy room. She emptied her mind and took aim.<br /> <br /> &gt;THHWOK!<br /> <br /> Sigh.<br /> <br /> &gt;THHWOK!<br /> <br /> Sigh.<br /> <br /> &gt;THHWOK!<br /> <br /> Sigh.<br /> <br /> &gt;THHWOK!<br /> <br /> Sigh.<br /> <br /> Giggle.<br /> <br /> Huh? She looked around slowly. She could have sworn she had heard a giggle. She looked around the clearing, into the woods.. nothing. Maybe it was a bird? She was pretty sure these woods were safe, and the closest dangerous creatures, rock trolls, DEFINITELY did not giggle. She shook her head, picked up another knife, and aimed…<br /> <br /> &gt;THHWOK!<br /> <br /> Sigh.<br /> <br /> Giggle.<br /> <br /> She looked around. Ok, that was definitely a giggle. She walked towards the trees slowly, then stopped as a figure stepped out, into the clearing. Another minstrel!<br /> <br /> Ah, but more than just another minstrel, she thought, as her heart skipped a beat. This elven lass was beautiful, dressed all in brown and green leathers, but not drab forest garb like a ranger would wear. Everything was worn with the flamboyant flair of a minstrel, from the cut of the supple leathers to the jaunty angles of the lute and the longbow slung over her back. She was still giggling as she sauntered over to Lynn, mirth in the elven eyes. “Wouldn’t this be better, lass?”, she said, and in one fluid motion drew out a throwing blade, turned and flung it at the target.<br /> <br /> &gt;THHWOK!<br /> <br /> Lynn gasped, as the blade buried itself dead center in the target. The elf smiled and bowed, laughter still just a breath away. &quot;Allow me to introduce myself, my name is Maiyadhin …. And you are that minstrel at the Unicorn, Daerlynn, is it?&quot;<br /> <br /> Lynn felt herself blush, somehow feeling nice that this beautiful elf knew her name. She finally stammered out a quiet, &quot;Aye...&quot;<br /> <br /> The elf smiled one of those laughing smiles at the minstrel, and went on, &quot;Well, you sing well.. but your knife throwing is abysmal... here, let me show you a few things...&quot;<br /> <br /> And, wouldn’t you know... she did.<br /> Reply Reply</div>

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<p>DAERLYNN: </p> <hr /> <div><br /> == Notes of a Minstrel<br /> ==<br /> <br /> <br /> == I. Introit ==<br /> <br /> <br /> <br /> As she walks the road to the walls of the Crossing, her mind indeed does travel in strange paths. Muddy roads. Dusty roads. It seems that roads have been her constant companion her whole life. Roads, and her delicate cittern. Slung now in it's oilcloth over her shoulder, she thinks once more of Alexander... the man... the boy really... that introduced her to both roads and her cittern.<br /> <br /> She was nine when she had first seen him. He had heard her singing to the younger children in the orphanage and had come in to ask the priestesses about her. What he had heard must have impressed him, because he came in and asked her to sing for him. She smiled, because singing was always fun... easy. So she sang. Sang a lullaby for this boy troubadour.... he must have only been 16...but so talented... so kind. The next thing she knew, she was on the road with him, learning his craft.... and learning so much more. Morals. Ethics. A kind, gentle spirit... what it was like to have family. Traveling through the roads those years, she learned all these things as Alexander became her teacher... and her brother. Eventually, they were no longer master and apprentice, but partners... he singing the jolly songs and telling the tall stories, she singing the songs that touched the heart and the soul.<br /> <br /> She remembers the night that he gave her the cittern.... and a ring. A ring that matched his, and declared his love. Surprise, that his feelings were the same as hers, feelings that she had hidden for so long. He had said that he had waited.... he wanted her to be old enough to decide.. as if she had ever had a doubt. They kissed that night... she was 16, and life was wonderful. The roads had led her down a bright path indeed. They kissed.... and they waited for the wedding night for any more than that. Commitment and loyalty meant much to him.... things he taught her well.<br /> <br /> Trudging onward, she remembers how easily that light had dimmed. The muffled whisper, waking her up. &quot;Bandits! Wake up, my Lynn! Shh!&quot; His eyes bright from the reflection of the moon, so very bright that night. The embers from the fire were gone, but the moon showed everything in the clearing well. Too well. His blonde hair. That too was bright. Shining. It is funny the things that you remember. Instinctively, she reached for her cittern, the only thing she had of any value, wondering why this was happening. Were they mistaken for others? Who would attack two itinerant minstrels? There was no time for any more thoughts as the bandits began their attack. Diving behind the log as the arrows began to fly, the panic welling up in her breast, her eyes wide with fear and desperation. Alexander, letting fly with his bow, hearing the grunt as one of his arrows struck home. Cursing herself for never having learned any fighting skills, she cowered behind the log. &quot;Alex!! Let's go... run... we can make it!&quot; His smile, still so sweet and brave in her memory as he nodded...&quot;Yes Lynn.... you first.. Run, Love!&quot; Words which she heeded quickly. Her own heart beating as she ran, swiftly, clutching the cittern, the branches whipping at her face, her body, her own breath loud in her ears. Running. Running.... until she realized that her breath was the only one she heard. Falling in the sodden leaves, gasping for breath, she then realizes she had never heard him run. She remembers the sound of his arrows still flying as she had run... a sound that had never registered, until now. She lays there, trying to master her fear.... to get up... to go back... to help him. To be there for him.<br /> <br /> She fails.<br /> <br /> The bright sun of daylight. She remembers that sun. That day. The burned camp. The scattered belongings of two minstrels, with no valuables at all. The body, almost unrecognizable except for blonde hair and a cheap tin ring that matched the one on her finger, not even worth the time of the bandits to remove. Not worth anything, except to two happy minstrels on a bright road.<br /> <br /> The road to the Crossing, a muddy one. Bright, perhaps too..... but not as bright as the one she had traveled before she had abandoned Alexander. Before she did not go back to aid him. Before her failures, the first of so many in her life. As she adjusts the weight of the cittern on her shoulder, she realizes that no roads will ever be that bright again.<br /> <br /> <br /> == II. Requiem ==<br /> <br /> <br /> &quot;You must choose your path, Lynn. The time for a decision has come.&quot; The words echo in her mind as she lay in the dark room. The priestesses have been so good to her these past two years. But now they require a choice, a choice she has dreaded since she arrived.<br /> <br /> They had found her, prompted by a vision from the goddess, laying prostrate on the hastily dug grave she had somehow buried him in. Leading her away, a broken reed, they had given him the proper rites and took her back, back to the orphanage that she had grown up in.<br /> <br /> She remembers little of the next weeks, months maybe. The dark time, she still thinks of it as, travelling in the unlit paths of her own inadequate soul. But the priestesses had been gentle, yet insistent, continually bringing the children to her, somehow knowing that their needs would draw her out, knowing that she needed to be needed at that time.<br /> <br /> She fingers the tin ring hung around her neck. A decision. The priestesses know that her heart is not fully with the goddess. She is long past the age where most put off the grey robe of an acolyte for the blue robes of the order.<br /> <br /> The children have been wonderful. She loves helping to raise these little ones with no home, no other family. After all, she was once one of them. She enjoys the little healing skills she has been taught, the small lessons in discernment and theology. But...... to put on the blue.... to renounce much of the outside world..... even to renounce..... She looks over at the cittern in the corner. Touched not at all since she has been here.<br /> <br /> She stares at it a long time, as the sun rises and more stirrings are heard all around her. To truly give up the life she had so enjoyed.... that he had taught her? The people, the roads leading.. .who knows where? Only over the next hill, as he used to say. To give up.... music?<br /> <br /> Standing, she retrieves the instrument, runs her hand along the smooth wood. Fingering, then tightening the strings, Tuning to as close an approximation as these strings will now get to the proper intonation. Her fingers, almost too soft to play now without pain. But, finally....she softly plays a chord. A simple D Major chord. A chord that she listens to as it reverberates in the room; a chord that she feels as it resonates in her heart. Memories come rushing back.... but not the memories she had so dreaded. Memories..... of smiling faces and of laughter; of back slapping and sweet touches in the crowd; memories of warmth and tender moments. She remembers..... he had made them laugh; she had made them cry and reach for their loved one. Both were good things in this world, a healing in their own way as good as what the priestesses taught. She figures maybe someday, she can bring laughter as well....<br /> <br /> <br /> <br /> The grey robe is taken off, the clothes.... and the boots.... are put on. As the priestesses of the goddess hear the lilting sounds of music, and a clear voice lifting an ode in memory of a golden haired minstrel, they know the decision has been made.....<br /> <br /> <br /> ''<br /> ''The ash and the willow; the maple and oak,<br /> <br /> ''stand guard over the green silent mound.''<br /> <br /> ''All is silent, not a word is spoke,''<br /> <br /> ''yet listen closely, and music is found.''<br /> <br /> <br /> ''The wind's soft whisper, a stream's playful bubbling,''<br /> <br /> ''the soft creaking branches of the trees.''<br /> <br /> ''The music plays softly, not at all troubling,<br /> <br /> ''Nothing plays in the minor of keys.''<br /> <br /> <br /> ''The maple and oak, the ash and the willow,''<br /> <br /> ''stand guard over me as I cry.''<br /> <br /> ''I lay down beside you, green mound is my pillow''<br /> <br /> ''as I sing to you my last lullaby''<br /> <br /> <br /> ''Each note wakes a memory as weeping I sing''<br /> <br /> ''and the leaves rustle gently o'er me''<br /> <br /> ''Soft whispers laden, my voice softly breaking,''<br /> <br /> ''as I know I must go and leave you be.''<br /> <br /> <br /> ''The ash and the willow, the maple and oak''<br /> <br /> ''stand guard in a silent grove.''<br /> <br /> ''I stand by you gazing, not a word can be spoke''<br /> <br /> ''as I say good-bye to you, my love.''''<br /> ''<br /> <br /> <br /> <br /> == ''== Parts III and IV appear to be ripped out. =='' ==<br /> <br /> <br /> <br /> <br /> <br /> == V. Sanctorum ==<br /> <br /> <br /> <br /> &gt;THHWOK!<br /> <br /> She sighed. When would she ever get any good at this? She picked up another throwing knife, and aimed at the target. Maybe this time she would do better than missing by 10 inches. Of course, why should this time be any different from the last twenty-eight throws?<br /> <br /> &gt;THHWOK!<br /> <br /> Another sigh.<br /> <br /> ‘Quin had taught her the rudiments of throwing small blades, but it had not been an area of specialty for the guardswoman. ‘Close enough’ had been good enough for the big guardswoman, who had preferred to close with the sword. The petite minstrel needed to be better than that .<br /> <br /> &gt;THHWOK!<br /> <br /> Sigh.<br /> <br /> She wondered briefly how ‘Quin was, and she hoped she was happy. The guardswoman was still in in Ilithi, in some noble or other’s garrison, presumably living with her girlfriend who had finally returned sobbing to her. The girlfriend hadn’t liked Lynn; Lynn hadn’t been particularly fond of her either. It had been time to part ways, and the minstrel had decided to travel to Zoluren for a while, instead of returning to Theren. The trip had been good for her, she had learned people here liked her singing, and she had gained confidence in writing and performing her own songs.<br /> <br /> The minstrel went and collected the ten throwing knives and returned, facing the target once more. She really should sleep, she had played late last night at the Unicorn Inn and was playing there again tonight. But this small glade she had found in the woods outside Kaerna was so peaceful and restful, she had no wish to return to a small, stuffy room. She emptied her mind and took aim.<br /> <br /> &gt;THHWOK!<br /> <br /> Sigh.<br /> <br /> &gt;THHWOK!<br /> <br /> Sigh.<br /> <br /> &gt;THHWOK!<br /> <br /> Sigh.<br /> <br /> &gt;THHWOK!<br /> <br /> Sigh.<br /> <br /> Giggle.<br /> <br /> Huh? She looked around slowly. She could have sworn she had heard a giggle. She looked around the clearing, into the woods.. nothing. Maybe it was a bird? She was pretty sure these woods were safe, and the closest dangerous creatures, rock trolls, DEFINITELY did not giggle. She shook her head, picked up another knife, and aimed…<br /> <br /> &gt;THHWOK!<br /> <br /> Sigh.<br /> <br /> Giggle.<br /> <br /> She looked around. Ok, that was definitely a giggle. She walked towards the trees slowly, then stopped as a figure stepped out, into the clearing. Another minstrel!<br /> <br /> Ah, but more than just another minstrel, she thought, as her heart skipped a beat. This elven lass was beautiful, dressed all in brown and green leathers, but not drab forest garb like a ranger would wear. Everything was worn with the flamboyant flair of a minstrel, from the cut of the supple leathers to the jaunty angles of the lute and the longbow slung over her back. She was still giggling as she sauntered over to Lynn, mirth in the elven eyes. “Wouldn’t this be better, lass?”, she said, and in one fluid motion drew out a throwing blade, turned and flung it at the target.<br /> <br /> &gt;THHWOK!<br /> <br /> Lynn gasped, as the blade buried itself dead center in the target. The elf smiled and bowed, laughter still just a breath away. &quot;Allow me to introduce myself, my name is Maiyadhin …. And you are that minstrel at the Unicorn, Daerlynn, is it?&quot;<br /> <br /> Lynn felt herself blush, somehow feeling nice that this beautiful elf knew her name. She finally stammered out a quiet, &quot;Aye...&quot;<br /> <br /> The elf smiled one of those laughing smiles at the minstrel, and went on, &quot;Well, you sing well.. but your knife throwing is abysmal... here, let me show you a few things...&quot;<br /> <br /> And, wouldn’t you know... she did.<br /> Reply Reply</div>

DAERLYNN https://elanthipedia.play.net/index.php?title=Daerlynn/backstory&diff=546227 2021-03-04T17:19:37Z

<p>DAERLYNN: </p> <hr /> <div><br /> == Notes of a Minstrel<br /> ==<br /> <br /> <br /> == I. Introit ==<br /> <br /> <br /> <br /> As she walks the road to the walls of the Crossing, her mind indeed does travel in strange paths. Muddy roads. Dusty roads. It seems that roads have been her constant companion her whole life. Roads, and her delicate cittern. Slung now in it's oilcloth over her shoulder, she thinks once more of Alexander... the man... the boy really... that introduced her to both roads and her cittern.<br /> <br /> She was nine when she had first seen him. He had heard her singing to the younger children in the orphanage and had come in to ask the priestesses about her. What he had heard must have impressed him, because he came in and asked her to sing for him. She smiled, because singing was always fun... easy. So she sang. Sang a lullaby for this boy troubadour.... he must have only been 16...but so talented... so kind. The next thing she knew, she was on the road with him, learning his craft.... and learning so much more. Morals. Ethics. A kind, gentle spirit... what it was like to have family. Traveling through the roads those years, she learned all these things as Alexander became her teacher... and her brother. Eventually, they were no longer master and apprentice, but partners... he singing the jolly songs and telling the tall stories, she singing the songs that touched the heart and the soul.<br /> <br /> She remembers the night that he gave her the cittern.... and a ring. A ring that matched his, and declared his love. Surprise, that his feelings were the same as hers, feelings that she had hidden for so long. He had said that he had waited.... he wanted her to be old enough to decide.. as if she had ever had a doubt. They kissed that night... she was 16, and life was wonderful. The roads had led her down a bright path indeed. They kissed.... and they waited for the wedding night for any more than that. Commitment and loyalty meant much to him.... things he taught her well.<br /> <br /> Trudging onward, she remembers how easily that light had dimmed. The muffled whisper, waking her up. &quot;Bandits! Wake up, my Lynn! Shh!&quot; His eyes bright from the reflection of the moon, so very bright that night. The embers from the fire were gone, but the moon showed everything in the clearing well. Too well. His blonde hair. That too was bright. Shining. It is funny the things that you remember. Instinctively, she reached for her cittern, the only thing she had of any value, wondering why this was happening. Were they mistaken for others? Who would attack two itinerant minstrels? There was no time for any more thoughts as the bandits began their attack. Diving behind the log as the arrows began to fly, the panic welling up in her breast, her eyes wide with fear and desperation. Alexander, letting fly with his bow, hearing the grunt as one of his arrows struck home. Cursing herself for never having learned any fighting skills, she cowered behind the log. &quot;Alex!! Let's go... run... we can make it!&quot; His smile, still so sweet and brave in her memory as he nodded...&quot;Yes Lynn.... you first.. Run, Love!&quot; Words which she heeded quickly. Her own heart beating as she ran, swiftly, clutching the cittern, the branches whipping at her face, her body, her own breath loud in her ears. Running. Running.... until she realized that her breath was the only one she heard. Falling in the sodden leaves, gasping for breath, she then realizes she had never heard him run. She remembers the sound of his arrows still flying as she had run... a sound that had never registered, until now. She lays there, trying to master her fear.... to get up... to go back... to help him. To be there for him.<br /> <br /> She fails.<br /> <br /> The bright sun of daylight. She remembers that sun. That day. The burned camp. The scattered belongings of two minstrels, with no valuables at all. The body, almost unrecognizable except for blonde hair and a cheap tin ring that matched the one on her finger, not even worth the time of the bandits to remove. Not worth anything, except to two happy minstrels on a bright road.<br /> <br /> The road to the Crossing, a muddy one. Bright, perhaps too..... but not as bright as the one she had traveled before she had abandoned Alexander. Before she did not go back to aid him. Before her failures, the first of so many in her life. As she adjusts the weight of the cittern on her shoulder, she realizes that no roads will ever be that bright again.<br /> <br /> <br /> == II. Requiem ==<br /> <br /> <br /> &quot;You must choose your path, Lynn. The time for a decision has come.&quot; The words echo in her mind as she lay in the dark room. The priestesses have been so good to her these past two years. But now they require a choice, a choice she has dreaded since she arrived.<br /> <br /> They had found her, prompted by a vision from the goddess, laying prostrate on the hastily dug grave she had somehow buried him in. Leading her away, a broken reed, they had given him the proper rites and took her back, back to the orphanage that she had grown up in.<br /> <br /> She remembers little of the next weeks, months maybe. The dark time, she still thinks of it as, travelling in the unlit paths of her own inadequate soul. But the priestesses had been gentle, yet insistent, continually bringing the children to her, somehow knowing that their needs would draw her out, knowing that she needed to be needed at that time.<br /> <br /> She fingers the tin ring hung around her neck. A decision. The priestesses know that her heart is not fully with the goddess. She is long past the age where most put off the grey robe of an acolyte for the blue robes of the order.<br /> <br /> The children have been wonderful. She loves helping to raise these little ones with no home, no other family. After all, she was once one of them. She enjoys the little healing skills she has been taught, the small lessons in discernment and theology. But...... to put on the blue.... to renounce much of the outside world..... even to renounce..... She looks over at the cittern in the corner. Touched not at all since she has been here.<br /> <br /> She stares at it a long time, as the sun rises and more stirrings are heard all around her. To truly give up the life she had so enjoyed.... that he had taught her? The people, the roads leading.. .who knows where? Only over the next hill, as he used to say. To give up.... music?<br /> <br /> Standing, she retrieves the instrument, runs her hand along the smooth wood. Fingering, then tightening the strings, Tuning to as close an approximation as these strings will now get to the proper intonation. Her fingers, almost too soft to play now without pain. But, finally....she softly plays a chord. A simple D Major chord. A chord that she listens to as it reverberates in the room; a chord that she feels as it resonates in her heart. Memories come rushing back.... but not the memories she had so dreaded. Memories..... of smiling faces and of laughter; of back slapping and sweet touches in the crowd; memories of warmth and tender moments. She remembers..... he had made them laugh; she had made them cry and reach for their loved one. Both were good things in this world, a healing in their own way as good as what the priestesses taught. She figures maybe someday, she can bring laughter as well....<br /> <br /> <br /> <br /> The grey robe is taken off, the clothes.... and the boots.... are put on. As the priestesses of the goddess hear the lilting sounds of music, and a clear voice lifting an ode in memory of a golden haired minstrel, they know the decision has been made.....<br /> <br /> <br /> ''<br /> ''The ash and the willow; the maple and oak,<br /> <br /> ''stand guard over the green silent mound.''<br /> <br /> ''All is silent, not a word is spoke,''<br /> <br /> ''yet listen closely, and music is found.''<br /> <br /> <br /> ''The wind's soft whisper, a stream's playful bubbling,''<br /> <br /> ''the soft creaking branches of the trees.''<br /> <br /> ''The music plays softly, not at all troubling,<br /> ''<br /> ''Nothing plays in the minor of keys.''<br /> <br /> <br /> ''The maple and oak, the ash and the willow,''<br /> <br /> ''stand guard over me as I cry.''<br /> <br /> ''I lay down beside you, green mound is my pillow''<br /> <br /> ''as I sing to you my last lullaby''<br /> <br /> <br /> ''Each note wakes a memory as weeping I sing''<br /> <br /> ''and the leaves rustle gently o'er me''<br /> <br /> ''Soft whispers laden, my voice softly breaking,''<br /> <br /> ''as I know I must go and leave you be.''<br /> <br /> <br /> ''The ash and the willow, the maple and oak''<br /> <br /> ''stand guard in a silent grove.''<br /> <br /> ''I stand by you gazing, not a word can be spoke''<br /> <br /> ''as I say good-bye to you, my love.''''<br /> ''<br /> <br /> <br /> <br /> == ''== Parts III and IV appear to be ripped out. =='' ==<br /> <br /> <br /> <br /> <br /> <br /> == V. Sanctorum ==<br /> <br /> <br /> <br /> &gt;THHWOK!<br /> <br /> She sighed. When would she ever get any good at this? She picked up another throwing knife, and aimed at the target. Maybe this time she would do better than missing by 10 inches. Of course, why should this time be any different from the last twenty-eight throws?<br /> <br /> &gt;THHWOK!<br /> <br /> Another sigh.<br /> <br /> ‘Quin had taught her the rudiments of throwing small blades, but it had not been an area of specialty for the guardswoman. ‘Close enough’ had been good enough for the big guardswoman, who had preferred to close with the sword. The petite minstrel needed to be better than that .<br /> <br /> &gt;THHWOK!<br /> <br /> Sigh.<br /> <br /> She wondered briefly how ‘Quin was, and she hoped she was happy. The guardswoman was still in in Ilithi, in some noble or other’s garrison, presumably living with her girlfriend who had finally returned sobbing to her. The girlfriend hadn’t liked Lynn; Lynn hadn’t been particularly fond of her either. It had been time to part ways, and the minstrel had decided to travel to Zoluren for a while, instead of returning to Theren. The trip had been good for her, she had learned people here liked her singing, and she had gained confidence in writing and performing her own songs.<br /> <br /> The minstrel went and collected the ten throwing knives and returned, facing the target once more. She really should sleep, she had played late last night at the Unicorn Inn and was playing there again tonight. But this small glade she had found in the woods outside Kaerna was so peaceful and restful, she had no wish to return to a small, stuffy room. She emptied her mind and took aim.<br /> <br /> &gt;THHWOK!<br /> <br /> Sigh.<br /> <br /> &gt;THHWOK!<br /> <br /> Sigh.<br /> <br /> &gt;THHWOK!<br /> <br /> Sigh.<br /> <br /> &gt;THHWOK!<br /> <br /> Sigh.<br /> <br /> Giggle.<br /> <br /> Huh? She looked around slowly. She could have sworn she had heard a giggle. She looked around the clearing, into the woods.. nothing. Maybe it was a bird? She was pretty sure these woods were safe, and the closest dangerous creatures, rock trolls, DEFINITELY did not giggle. She shook her head, picked up another knife, and aimed…<br /> <br /> &gt;THHWOK!<br /> <br /> Sigh.<br /> <br /> Giggle.<br /> <br /> She looked around. Ok, that was definitely a giggle. She walked towards the trees slowly, then stopped as a figure stepped out, into the clearing. Another minstrel!<br /> <br /> Ah, but more than just another minstrel, she thought, as her heart skipped a beat. This elven lass was beautiful, dressed all in brown and green leathers, but not drab forest garb like a ranger would wear. Everything was worn with the flamboyant flair of a minstrel, from the cut of the supple leathers to the jaunty angles of the lute and the longbow slung over her back. She was still giggling as she sauntered over to Lynn, mirth in the elven eyes. “Wouldn’t this be better, lass?”, she said, and in one fluid motion drew out a throwing blade, turned and flung it at the target.<br /> <br /> &gt;THHWOK!<br /> <br /> Lynn gasped, as the blade buried itself dead center in the target. The elf smiled and bowed, laughter still just a breath away. &quot;Allow me to introduce myself, my name is Maiyadhin …. And you are that minstrel at the Unicorn, Daerlynn, is it?&quot;<br /> <br /> Lynn felt herself blush, somehow feeling nice that this beautiful elf knew her name. She finally stammered out a quiet, &quot;Aye...&quot;<br /> <br /> The elf smiled one of those laughing smiles at the minstrel, and went on, &quot;Well, you sing well.. but your knife throwing is abysmal... here, let me show you a few things...&quot;<br /> <br /> And, wouldn’t you know... she did.<br /> Reply Reply</div>

DAERLYNN https://elanthipedia.play.net/index.php?title=Daerlynn/backstory&diff=546226 2021-03-04T17:18:35Z

<p>DAERLYNN: </p> <hr /> <div><br /> == Notes of a Minstrel<br /> ==<br /> <br /> <br /> == I. Introit ==<br /> <br /> <br /> <br /> As she walks the road to the walls of the Crossing, her mind indeed does travel in strange paths. Muddy roads. Dusty roads. It seems that roads have been her constant companion her whole life. Roads, and her delicate cittern. Slung now in it's oilcloth over her shoulder, she thinks once more of Alexander... the man... the boy really... that introduced her to both roads and her cittern.<br /> <br /> She was nine when she had first seen him. He had heard her singing to the younger children in the orphanage and had come in to ask the priestesses about her. What he had heard must have impressed him, because he came in and asked her to sing for him. She smiled, because singing was always fun... easy. So she sang. Sang a lullaby for this boy troubadour.... he must have only been 16...but so talented... so kind. The next thing she knew, she was on the road with him, learning his craft.... and learning so much more. Morals. Ethics. A kind, gentle spirit... what it was like to have family. Traveling through the roads those years, she learned all these things as Alexander became her teacher... and her brother. Eventually, they were no longer master and apprentice, but partners... he singing the jolly songs and telling the tall stories, she singing the songs that touched the heart and the soul.<br /> <br /> She remembers the night that he gave her the cittern.... and a ring. A ring that matched his, and declared his love. Surprise, that his feelings were the same as hers, feelings that she had hidden for so long. He had said that he had waited.... he wanted her to be old enough to decide.. as if she had ever had a doubt. They kissed that night... she was 16, and life was wonderful. The roads had led her down a bright path indeed. They kissed.... and they waited for the wedding night for any more than that. Commitment and loyalty meant much to him.... things he taught her well.<br /> <br /> Trudging onward, she remembers how easily that light had dimmed. The muffled whisper, waking her up. &quot;Bandits! Wake up, my Lynn! Shh!&quot; His eyes bright from the reflection of the moon, so very bright that night. The embers from the fire were gone, but the moon showed everything in the clearing well. Too well. His blonde hair. That too was bright. Shining. It is funny the things that you remember. Instinctively, she reached for her cittern, the only thing she had of any value, wondering why this was happening. Were they mistaken for others? Who would attack two itinerant minstrels? There was no time for any more thoughts as the bandits began their attack. Diving behind the log as the arrows began to fly, the panic welling up in her breast, her eyes wide with fear and desperation. Alexander, letting fly with his bow, hearing the grunt as one of his arrows struck home. Cursing herself for never having learned any fighting skills, she cowered behind the log. &quot;Alex!! Let's go... run... we can make it!&quot; His smile, still so sweet and brave in her memory as he nodded...&quot;Yes Lynn.... you first.. Run, Love!&quot; Words which she heeded quickly. Her own heart beating as she ran, swiftly, clutching the cittern, the branches whipping at her face, her body, her own breath loud in her ears. Running. Running.... until she realized that her breath was the only one she heard. Falling in the sodden leaves, gasping for breath, she then realizes she had never heard him run. She remembers the sound of his arrows still flying as she had run... a sound that had never registered, until now. She lays there, trying to master her fear.... to get up... to go back... to help him. To be there for him.<br /> <br /> She fails.<br /> <br /> The bright sun of daylight. She remembers that sun. That day. The burned camp. The scattered belongings of two minstrels, with no valuables at all. The body, almost unrecognizable except for blonde hair and a cheap tin ring that matched the one on her finger, not even worth the time of the bandits to remove. Not worth anything, except to two happy minstrels on a bright road.<br /> <br /> The road to the Crossing, a muddy one. Bright, perhaps too..... but not as bright as the one she had traveled before she had abandoned Alexander. Before she did not go back to aid him. Before her failures, the first of so many in her life. As she adjusts the weight of the cittern on her shoulder, she realizes that no roads will ever be that bright again.<br /> <br /> <br /> == II. Requiem ==<br /> <br /> <br /> &quot;You must choose your path, Lynn. The time for a decision has come.&quot; The words echo in her mind as she lay in the dark room. The priestesses have been so good to her these past two years. But now they require a choice, a choice she has dreaded since she arrived.<br /> <br /> They had found her, prompted by a vision from the goddess, laying prostrate on the hastily dug grave she had somehow buried him in. Leading her away, a broken reed, they had given him the proper rites and took her back, back to the orphanage that she had grown up in.<br /> <br /> She remembers little of the next weeks, months maybe. The dark time, she still thinks of it as, travelling in the unlit paths of her own inadequate soul. But the priestesses had been gentle, yet insistent, continually bringing the children to her, somehow knowing that their needs would draw her out, knowing that she needed to be needed at that time.<br /> <br /> She fingers the tin ring hung around her neck. A decision. The priestesses know that her heart is not fully with the goddess. She is long past the age where most put off the grey robe of an acolyte for the blue robes of the order.<br /> <br /> The children have been wonderful. She loves helping to raise these little ones with no home, no other family. After all, she was once one of them. She enjoys the little healing skills she has been taught, the small lessons in discernment and theology. But...... to put on the blue.... to renounce much of the outside world..... even to renounce..... She looks over at the cittern in the corner. Touched not at all since she has been here.<br /> <br /> She stares at it a long time, as the sun rises and more stirrings are heard all around her. To truly give up the life she had so enjoyed.... that he had taught her? The people, the roads leading.. .who knows where? Only over the next hill, as he used to say. To give up.... music?<br /> <br /> Standing, she retrieves the instrument, runs her hand along the smooth wood. Fingering, then tightening the strings, Tuning to as close an approximation as these strings will now get to the proper intonation. Her fingers, almost too soft to play now without pain. But, finally....she softly plays a chord. A simple D Major chord. A chord that she listens to as it reverberates in the room; a chord that she feels as it resonates in her heart. Memories come rushing back.... but not the memories she had so dreaded. Memories..... of smiling faces and of laughter; of back slapping and sweet touches in the crowd; memories of warmth and tender moments. She remembers..... he had made them laugh; she had made them cry and reach for their loved one. Both were good things in this world, a healing in their own way as good as what the priestesses taught. She figures maybe someday, she can bring laughter as well....<br /> <br /> <br /> <br /> The grey robe is taken off, the clothes.... and the boots.... are put on. As the priestesses of the goddess hear the lilting sounds of music, and a clear voice lifting an ode in memory of a golden haired minstrel, they know the decision has been made.....<br /> <br /> <br /> ''<br /> ''The ash and the willow; the maple and oak,<br /> <br /> ''stand guard over the green silent mound.<br /> ''<br /> ''All is silent, not a word is spoke,''<br /> <br /> ''yet listen closely, and music is found.''<br /> <br /> <br /> ''The wind's soft whisper, a stream's playful bubbling,''<br /> <br /> ''the soft creaking branches of the trees.<br /> ''<br /> ''The music plays softly, not at all troubling,<br /> ''<br /> ''Nothing plays in the minor of keys.''<br /> <br /> <br /> ''The maple and oak, the ash and the willow,''<br /> <br /> ''stand guard over me as I cry.''<br /> <br /> ''I lay down beside you, green mound is my pillow''<br /> <br /> ''as I sing to you my last lullaby''<br /> <br /> <br /> ''Each note wakes a memory as weeping I sing''<br /> <br /> ''and the leaves rustle gently o'er me''<br /> <br /> ''Soft whispers laden, my voice softly breaking,''<br /> <br /> ''as I know I must go and leave you be.''<br /> <br /> <br /> ''The ash and the willow, the maple and oak''<br /> <br /> ''stand guard in a silent grove.''<br /> <br /> ''I stand by you gazing, not a word can be spoke''<br /> <br /> ''as I say good-bye to you, my love.''''<br /> ''<br /> <br /> <br /> <br /> == ''== Parts III and IV appear to be ripped out. =='' ==<br /> <br /> <br /> <br /> <br /> <br /> == V. Sanctorum ==<br /> <br /> <br /> <br /> &gt;THHWOK!<br /> <br /> She sighed. When would she ever get any good at this? She picked up another throwing knife, and aimed at the target. Maybe this time she would do better than missing by 10 inches. Of course, why should this time be any different from the last twenty-eight throws?<br /> <br /> &gt;THHWOK!<br /> <br /> Another sigh.<br /> <br /> ‘Quin had taught her the rudiments of throwing small blades, but it had not been an area of specialty for the guardswoman. ‘Close enough’ had been good enough for the big guardswoman, who had preferred to close with the sword. The petite minstrel needed to be better than that .<br /> <br /> &gt;THHWOK!<br /> <br /> Sigh.<br /> <br /> She wondered briefly how ‘Quin was, and she hoped she was happy. The guardswoman was still in in Ilithi, in some noble or other’s garrison, presumably living with her girlfriend who had finally returned sobbing to her. The girlfriend hadn’t liked Lynn; Lynn hadn’t been particularly fond of her either. It had been time to part ways, and the minstrel had decided to travel to Zoluren for a while, instead of returning to Theren. The trip had been good for her, she had learned people here liked her singing, and she had gained confidence in writing and performing her own songs.<br /> <br /> The minstrel went and collected the ten throwing knives and returned, facing the target once more. She really should sleep, she had played late last night at the Unicorn Inn and was playing there again tonight. But this small glade she had found in the woods outside Kaerna was so peaceful and restful, she had no wish to return to a small, stuffy room. She emptied her mind and took aim.<br /> <br /> &gt;THHWOK!<br /> <br /> Sigh.<br /> <br /> &gt;THHWOK!<br /> <br /> Sigh.<br /> <br /> &gt;THHWOK!<br /> <br /> Sigh.<br /> <br /> &gt;THHWOK!<br /> <br /> Sigh.<br /> <br /> Giggle.<br /> <br /> Huh? She looked around slowly. She could have sworn she had heard a giggle. She looked around the clearing, into the woods.. nothing. Maybe it was a bird? She was pretty sure these woods were safe, and the closest dangerous creatures, rock trolls, DEFINITELY did not giggle. She shook her head, picked up another knife, and aimed…<br /> <br /> &gt;THHWOK!<br /> <br /> Sigh.<br /> <br /> Giggle.<br /> <br /> She looked around. Ok, that was definitely a giggle. She walked towards the trees slowly, then stopped as a figure stepped out, into the clearing. Another minstrel!<br /> <br /> Ah, but more than just another minstrel, she thought, as her heart skipped a beat. This elven lass was beautiful, dressed all in brown and green leathers, but not drab forest garb like a ranger would wear. Everything was worn with the flamboyant flair of a minstrel, from the cut of the supple leathers to the jaunty angles of the lute and the longbow slung over her back. She was still giggling as she sauntered over to Lynn, mirth in the elven eyes. “Wouldn’t this be better, lass?”, she said, and in one fluid motion drew out a throwing blade, turned and flung it at the target.<br /> <br /> &gt;THHWOK!<br /> <br /> Lynn gasped, as the blade buried itself dead center in the target. The elf smiled and bowed, laughter still just a breath away. &quot;Allow me to introduce myself, my name is Maiyadhin …. And you are that minstrel at the Unicorn, Daerlynn, is it?&quot;<br /> <br /> Lynn felt herself blush, somehow feeling nice that this beautiful elf knew her name. She finally stammered out a quiet, &quot;Aye...&quot;<br /> <br /> The elf smiled one of those laughing smiles at the minstrel, and went on, &quot;Well, you sing well.. but your knife throwing is abysmal... here, let me show you a few things...&quot;<br /> <br /> And, wouldn’t you know... she did.<br /> Reply Reply</div>

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<p>DAERLYNN: </p> <hr /> <div><br /> == Notes of a Minstrel<br /> ==<br /> <br /> <br /> == I. Introit ==<br /> <br /> <br /> <br /> As she walks the road to the walls of the Crossing, her mind indeed does travel in strange paths. Muddy roads. Dusty roads. It seems that roads have been her constant companion her whole life. Roads, and her delicate cittern. Slung now in it's oilcloth over her shoulder, she thinks once more of Alexander... the man... the boy really... that introduced her to both roads and her cittern.<br /> <br /> She was nine when she had first seen him. He had heard her singing to the younger children in the orphanage and had come in to ask the priestesses about her. What he had heard must have impressed him, because he came in and asked her to sing for him. She smiled, because singing was always fun... easy. So she sang. Sang a lullaby for this boy troubadour.... he must have only been 16...but so talented... so kind. The next thing she knew, she was on the road with him, learning his craft.... and learning so much more. Morals. Ethics. A kind, gentle spirit... what it was like to have family. Traveling through the roads those years, she learned all these things as Alexander became her teacher... and her brother. Eventually, they were no longer master and apprentice, but partners... he singing the jolly songs and telling the tall stories, she singing the songs that touched the heart and the soul.<br /> <br /> She remembers the night that he gave her the cittern.... and a ring. A ring that matched his, and declared his love. Surprise, that his feelings were the same as hers, feelings that she had hidden for so long. He had said that he had waited.... he wanted her to be old enough to decide.. as if she had ever had a doubt. They kissed that night... she was 16, and life was wonderful. The roads had led her down a bright path indeed. They kissed.... and they waited for the wedding night for any more than that. Commitment and loyalty meant much to him.... things he taught her well.<br /> <br /> Trudging onward, she remembers how easily that light had dimmed. The muffled whisper, waking her up. &quot;Bandits! Wake up, my Lynn! Shh!&quot; His eyes bright from the reflection of the moon, so very bright that night. The embers from the fire were gone, but the moon showed everything in the clearing well. Too well. His blonde hair. That too was bright. Shining. It is funny the things that you remember. Instinctively, she reached for her cittern, the only thing she had of any value, wondering why this was happening. Were they mistaken for others? Who would attack two itinerant minstrels? There was no time for any more thoughts as the bandits began their attack. Diving behind the log as the arrows began to fly, the panic welling up in her breast, her eyes wide with fear and desperation. Alexander, letting fly with his bow, hearing the grunt as one of his arrows struck home. Cursing herself for never having learned any fighting skills, she cowered behind the log. &quot;Alex!! Let's go... run... we can make it!&quot; His smile, still so sweet and brave in her memory as he nodded...&quot;Yes Lynn.... you first.. Run, Love!&quot; Words which she heeded quickly. Her own heart beating as she ran, swiftly, clutching the cittern, the branches whipping at her face, her body, her own breath loud in her ears. Running. Running.... until she realized that her breath was the only one she heard. Falling in the sodden leaves, gasping for breath, she then realizes she had never heard him run. She remembers the sound of his arrows still flying as she had run... a sound that had never registered, until now. She lays there, trying to master her fear.... to get up... to go back... to help him. To be there for him.<br /> <br /> She fails.<br /> <br /> The bright sun of daylight. She remembers that sun. That day. The burned camp. The scattered belongings of two minstrels, with no valuables at all. The body, almost unrecognizable except for blonde hair and a cheap tin ring that matched the one on her finger, not even worth the time of the bandits to remove. Not worth anything, except to two happy minstrels on a bright road.<br /> <br /> The road to the Crossing, a muddy one. Bright, perhaps too..... but not as bright as the one she had traveled before she had abandoned Alexander. Before she did not go back to aid him. Before her failures, the first of so many in her life. As she adjusts the weight of the cittern on her shoulder, she realizes that no roads will ever be that bright again.<br /> <br /> <br /> == II. Requiem ==<br /> <br /> <br /> &quot;You must choose your path, Lynn. The time for a decision has come.&quot; The words echo in her mind as she lay in the dark room. The priestesses have been so good to her these past two years. But now they require a choice, a choice she has dreaded since she arrived.<br /> <br /> They had found her, prompted by a vision from the goddess, laying prostrate on the hastily dug grave she had somehow buried him in. Leading her away, a broken reed, they had given him the proper rites and took her back, back to the orphanage that she had grown up in.<br /> <br /> She remembers little of the next weeks, months maybe. The dark time, she still thinks of it as, travelling in the unlit paths of her own inadequate soul. But the priestesses had been gentle, yet insistent, continually bringing the children to her, somehow knowing that their needs would draw her out, knowing that she needed to be needed at that time.<br /> <br /> She fingers the tin ring hung around her neck. A decision. The priestesses know that her heart is not fully with the goddess. She is long past the age where most put off the grey robe of an acolyte for the blue robes of the order.<br /> <br /> The children have been wonderful. She loves helping to raise these little ones with no home, no other family. After all, she was once one of them. She enjoys the little healing skills she has been taught, the small lessons in discernment and theology. But...... to put on the blue.... to renounce much of the outside world..... even to renounce..... She looks over at the cittern in the corner. Touched not at all since she has been here.<br /> <br /> She stares at it a long time, as the sun rises and more stirrings are heard all around her. To truly give up the life she had so enjoyed.... that he had taught her? The people, the roads leading.. .who knows where? Only over the next hill, as he used to say. To give up.... music?<br /> <br /> Standing, she retrieves the instrument, runs her hand along the smooth wood. Fingering, then tightening the strings, Tuning to as close an approximation as these strings will now get to the proper intonation. Her fingers, almost too soft to play now without pain. But, finally....she softly plays a chord. A simple D Major chord. A chord that she listens to as it reverberates in the room; a chord that she feels as it resonates in her heart. Memories come rushing back.... but not the memories she had so dreaded. Memories..... of smiling faces and of laughter; of back slapping and sweet touches in the crowd; memories of warmth and tender moments. She remembers..... he had made them laugh; she had made them cry and reach for their loved one. Both were good things in this world, a healing in their own way as good as what the priestesses taught. She figures maybe someday, she can bring laughter as well....<br /> <br /> <br /> <br /> The grey robe is taken off, the clothes.... and the boots.... are put on. As the priestesses of the goddess hear the lilting sounds of music, and a clear voice lifting an ode in memory of a golden haired minstrel, they know the decision has been made.....<br /> <br /> ''<br /> ''The ash and the willow; the maple and oak,<br /> <br /> stand guard over the green silent mound.<br /> <br /> All is silent, not a word is spoke,<br /> <br /> yet listen closely, and music is found.<br /> <br /> <br /> The wind's soft whisper, a stream's playful bubbling,<br /> <br /> the soft creaking branches of the trees.<br /> <br /> The music plays softly, not at all troubling,<br /> <br /> Nothing plays in the minor of keys.<br /> <br /> <br /> The maple and oak, the ash and the willow,<br /> <br /> stand guard over me as I cry.<br /> <br /> I lay down beside you, green mound is my pillow<br /> <br /> as I sing to you my last lullaby<br /> <br /> <br /> Each note wakes a memory as weeping I sing<br /> <br /> and the leaves rustle gently o'er me<br /> <br /> Soft whispers laden, my voice softly breaking,<br /> as I know I must go and leave you be.<br /> <br /> <br /> The ash and the willow, the maple and oak<br /> <br /> stand guard in a silent grove.<br /> <br /> I stand by you gazing, not a word can be spoke<br /> <br /> as I say good-bye to you, my love.''<br /> ''<br /> <br /> <br /> ''== Parts III and IV appear to be ripped out. ==''<br /> <br /> <br /> <br /> <br /> == V. Sanctorum ==<br /> <br /> <br /> <br /> &gt;THHWOK!<br /> <br /> She sighed. When would she ever get any good at this? She picked up another throwing knife, and aimed at the target. Maybe this time she would do better than missing by 10 inches. Of course, why should this time be any different from the last twenty-eight throws?<br /> <br /> &gt;THHWOK!<br /> <br /> Another sigh.<br /> <br /> ‘Quin had taught her the rudiments of throwing small blades, but it had not been an area of specialty for the guardswoman. ‘Close enough’ had been good enough for the big guardswoman, who had preferred to close with the sword. The petite minstrel needed to be better than that .<br /> <br /> &gt;THHWOK!<br /> <br /> Sigh.<br /> <br /> She wondered briefly how ‘Quin was, and she hoped she was happy. The guardswoman was still in in Ilithi, in some noble or other’s garrison, presumably living with her girlfriend who had finally returned sobbing to her. The girlfriend hadn’t liked Lynn; Lynn hadn’t been particularly fond of her either. It had been time to part ways, and the minstrel had decided to travel to Zoluren for a while, instead of returning to Theren. The trip had been good for her, she had learned people here liked her singing, and she had gained confidence in writing and performing her own songs.<br /> <br /> The minstrel went and collected the ten throwing knives and returned, facing the target once more. She really should sleep, she had played late last night at the Unicorn Inn and was playing there again tonight. But this small glade she had found in the woods outside Kaerna was so peaceful and restful, she had no wish to return to a small, stuffy room. She emptied her mind and took aim.<br /> <br /> &gt;THHWOK!<br /> <br /> Sigh.<br /> <br /> &gt;THHWOK!<br /> <br /> Sigh.<br /> <br /> &gt;THHWOK!<br /> <br /> Sigh.<br /> <br /> &gt;THHWOK!<br /> <br /> Sigh.<br /> <br /> Giggle.<br /> <br /> Huh? She looked around slowly. She could have sworn she had heard a giggle. She looked around the clearing, into the woods.. nothing. Maybe it was a bird? She was pretty sure these woods were safe, and the closest dangerous creatures, rock trolls, DEFINITELY did not giggle. She shook her head, picked up another knife, and aimed…<br /> <br /> &gt;THHWOK!<br /> <br /> Sigh.<br /> <br /> Giggle.<br /> <br /> She looked around. Ok, that was definitely a giggle. She walked towards the trees slowly, then stopped as a figure stepped out, into the clearing. Another minstrel!<br /> <br /> Ah, but more than just another minstrel, she thought, as her heart skipped a beat. This elven lass was beautiful, dressed all in brown and green leathers, but not drab forest garb like a ranger would wear. Everything was worn with the flamboyant flair of a minstrel, from the cut of the supple leathers to the jaunty angles of the lute and the longbow slung over her back. She was still giggling as she sauntered over to Lynn, mirth in the elven eyes. “Wouldn’t this be better, lass?”, she said, and in one fluid motion drew out a throwing blade, turned and flung it at the target.<br /> <br /> &gt;THHWOK!<br /> <br /> Lynn gasped, as the blade buried itself dead center in the target. The elf smiled and bowed, laughter still just a breath away. &quot;Allow me to introduce myself, my name is Maiyadhin …. And you are that minstrel at the Unicorn, Daerlynn, is it?&quot;<br /> <br /> Lynn felt herself blush, somehow feeling nice that this beautiful elf knew her name. She finally stammered out a quiet, &quot;Aye...&quot;<br /> <br /> The elf smiled one of those laughing smiles at the minstrel, and went on, &quot;Well, you sing well.. but your knife throwing is abysmal... here, let me show you a few things...&quot;<br /> <br /> And, wouldn’t you know... she did.<br /> Reply Reply</div>

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<p>DAERLYNN: Created page with &quot; == Notes of a Minstrel == == I. Introit == As she walks the road to the walls of the Crossing, her mind indeed does travel in strange paths. Muddy roads. Dusty roads. I...&quot;</p> <hr /> <div><br /> == Notes of a Minstrel<br /> ==<br /> <br /> <br /> == I. Introit ==<br /> <br /> <br /> <br /> As she walks the road to the walls of the Crossing, her mind indeed does travel in strange paths. Muddy roads. Dusty roads. It seems that roads have been her constant companion her whole life. Roads, and her delicate cittern. Slung now in it's oilcloth over her shoulder, she thinks once more of Alexander... the man... the boy really... that introduced her to both roads and her cittern.<br /> <br /> She was nine when she had first seen him. He had heard her singing to the younger children in the orphanage and had come in to ask the priestesses about her. What he had heard must have impressed him, because he came in and asked her to sing for him. She smiled, because singing was always fun... easy. So she sang. Sang a lullaby for this boy troubadour.... he must have only been 16...but so talented... so kind. The next thing she knew, she was on the road with him, learning his craft.... and learning so much more. Morals. Ethics. A kind, gentle spirit... what it was like to have family. Traveling through the roads those years, she learned all these things as Alexander became her teacher... and her brother. Eventually, they were no longer master and apprentice, but partners... he singing the jolly songs and telling the tall stories, she singing the songs that touched the heart and the soul.<br /> <br /> She remembers the night that he gave her the cittern.... and a ring. A ring that matched his, and declared his love. Surprise, that his feelings were the same as hers, feelings that she had hidden for so long. He had said that he had waited.... he wanted her to be old enough to decide.. as if she had ever had a doubt. They kissed that night... she was 16, and life was wonderful. The roads had led her down a bright path indeed. They kissed.... and they waited for the wedding night for any more than that. Commitment and loyalty meant much to him.... things he taught her well.<br /> <br /> Trudging onward, she remembers how easily that light had dimmed. The muffled whisper, waking her up. &quot;Bandits! Wake up, my Lynn! Shh!&quot; His eyes bright from the reflection of the moon, so very bright that night. The embers from the fire were gone, but the moon showed everything in the clearing well. Too well. His blonde hair. That too was bright. Shining. It is funny the things that you remember. Instinctively, she reached for her cittern, the only thing she had of any value, wondering why this was happening. Were they mistaken for others? Who would attack two itinerant minstrels? There was no time for any more thoughts as the bandits began their attack. Diving behind the log as the arrows began to fly, the panic welling up in her breast, her eyes wide with fear and desperation. Alexander, letting fly with his bow, hearing the grunt as one of his arrows struck home. Cursing herself for never having learned any fighting skills, she cowered behind the log. &quot;Alex!! Let's go... run... we can make it!&quot; His smile, still so sweet and brave in her memory as he nodded...&quot;Yes Lynn.... you first.. Run, Love!&quot; Words which she heeded quickly. Her own heart beating as she ran, swiftly, clutching the cittern, the branches whipping at her face, her body, her own breath loud in her ears. Running. Running.... until she realized that her breath was the only one she heard. Falling in the sodden leaves, gasping for breath, she then realizes she had never heard him run. She remembers the sound of his arrows still flying as she had run... a sound that had never registered, until now. She lays there, trying to master her fear.... to get up... to go back... to help him. To be there for him.<br /> <br /> She fails.<br /> <br /> The bright sun of daylight. She remembers that sun. That day. The burned camp. The scattered belongings of two minstrels, with no valuables at all. The body, almost unrecognizable except for blonde hair and a cheap tin ring that matched the one on her finger, not even worth the time of the bandits to remove. Not worth anything, except to two happy minstrels on a bright road.<br /> <br /> The road to the Crossing, a muddy one. Bright, perhaps too..... but not as bright as the one she had traveled before she had abandoned Alexander. Before she did not go back to aid him. Before her failures, the first of so many in her life. As she adjusts the weight of the cittern on her shoulder, she realizes that no roads will ever be that bright again.<br /> <br /> <br /> == II. Requiem ==<br /> <br /> <br /> &quot;You must choose your path, Lynn. The time for a decision has come.&quot; The words echo in her mind as she lay in the dark room. The priestesses have been so good to her these past two years. But now they require a choice, a choice she has dreaded since she arrived.<br /> <br /> They had found her, prompted by a vision from the goddess, laying prostrate on the hastily dug grave she had somehow buried him in. Leading her away, a broken reed, they had given him the proper rites and took her back, back to the orphanage that she had grown up in.<br /> <br /> She remembers little of the next weeks, months maybe. The dark time, she still thinks of it as, travelling in the unlit paths of her own inadequate soul. But the priestesses had been gentle, yet insistent, continually bringing the children to her, somehow knowing that their needs would draw her out, knowing that she needed to be needed at that time.<br /> <br /> She fingers the tin ring hung around her neck. A decision. The priestesses know that her heart is not fully with the goddess. She is long past the age where most put off the grey robe of an acolyte for the blue robes of the order.<br /> <br /> The children have been wonderful. She loves helping to raise these little ones with no home, no other family. After all, she was once one of them. She enjoys the little healing skills she has been taught, the small lessons in discernment and theology. But...... to put on the blue.... to renounce much of the outside world..... even to renounce..... She looks over at the cittern in the corner. Touched not at all since she has been here.<br /> <br /> She stares at it a long time, as the sun rises and more stirrings are heard all around her. To truly give up the life she had so enjoyed.... that he had taught her? The people, the roads leading.. .who knows where? Only over the next hill, as he used to say. To give up.... music?<br /> <br /> Standing, she retrieves the instrument, runs her hand along the smooth wood. Fingering, then tightening the strings, Tuning to as close an approximation as these strings will now get to the proper intonation. Her fingers, almost too soft to play now without pain. But, finally....she softly plays a chord. A simple D Major chord. A chord that she listens to as it reverberates in the room; a chord that she feels as it resonates in her heart. Memories come rushing back.... but not the memories she had so dreaded. Memories..... of smiling faces and of laughter; of back slapping and sweet touches in the crowd; memories of warmth and tender moments. She remembers..... he had made them laugh; she had made them cry and reach for their loved one. Both were good things in this world, a healing in their own way as good as what the priestesses taught. She figures maybe someday, she can bring laughter as well....<br /> <br /> <br /> <br /> The grey robe is taken off, the clothes.... and the boots.... are put on. As the priestesses of the goddess hear the lilting sounds of music, and a clear voice lifting an ode in memory of a golden haired minstrel, they know the decision has been made.....<br /> <br /> <br /> &gt;The ash and the willow; the maple and oak,<br /> &gt;stand guard over the green silent mound.<br /> &gt;All is silent, not a word is spoke,<br /> &gt;yet listen closely, and music is found.<br /> <br /> &gt;The wind's soft whisper, a stream's playful bubbling,<br /> &gt;the soft creaking branches of the trees.<br /> &gt;The music plays softly, not at all troubling,<br /> &gt;Nothing plays in the minor of keys.<br /> <br /> &gt;The maple and oak, the ash and the willow,<br /> &gt;stand guard over me as I cry.<br /> &gt;I lay down beside you, green mound is my pillow<br /> &gt;as I sing to you my last lullaby<br /> <br /> &gt;Each note wakes a memory as weeping I sing<br /> &gt;and the leaves rustle gently o'er me<br /> &gt;Soft whispers laden, my voice softly breaking,<br /> &gt;as I know I must go and leave you be.<br /> <br /> &gt;The ash and the willow, the maple and oak<br /> &gt;stand guard in a silent grove.<br /> &gt;I stand by you gazing, not a word can be spoke<br /> &gt;as I say good-bye to you, my love.<br /> <br /> <br /> <br /> == Parts III and IV appear to be ripped out. ==<br /> ''Italic text''<br /> <br /> <br /> <br /> == V. Sanctorum ==<br /> <br /> <br /> <br /> &gt;THHWOK!<br /> <br /> She sighed. When would she ever get any good at this? She picked up another throwing knife, and aimed at the target. Maybe this time she would do better than missing by 10 inches. Of course, why should this time be any different from the last twenty-eight throws?<br /> <br /> &gt;THHWOK!<br /> <br /> Another sigh.<br /> <br /> ‘Quin had taught her the rudiments of throwing small blades, but it had not been an area of specialty for the guardswoman. ‘Close enough’ had been good enough for the big guardswoman, who had preferred to close with the sword. The petite minstrel needed to be better than that .<br /> <br /> &gt;THHWOK!<br /> <br /> Sigh.<br /> <br /> She wondered briefly how ‘Quin was, and she hoped she was happy. The guardswoman was still in in Ilithi, in some noble or other’s garrison, presumably living with her girlfriend who had finally returned sobbing to her. The girlfriend hadn’t liked Lynn; Lynn hadn’t been particularly fond of her either. It had been time to part ways, and the minstrel had decided to travel to Zoluren for a while, instead of returning to Theren. The trip had been good for her, she had learned people here liked her singing, and she had gained confidence in writing and performing her own songs.<br /> <br /> The minstrel went and collected the ten throwing knives and returned, facing the target once more. She really should sleep, she had played late last night at the Unicorn Inn and was playing there again tonight. But this small glade she had found in the woods outside Kaerna was so peaceful and restful, she had no wish to return to a small, stuffy room. She emptied her mind and took aim.<br /> <br /> &gt;THHWOK!<br /> <br /> Sigh.<br /> <br /> &gt;THHWOK!<br /> <br /> Sigh.<br /> <br /> &gt;THHWOK!<br /> <br /> Sigh.<br /> <br /> &gt;THHWOK!<br /> <br /> Sigh.<br /> <br /> Giggle.<br /> <br /> Huh? She looked around slowly. She could have sworn she had heard a giggle. She looked around the clearing, into the woods.. nothing. Maybe it was a bird? She was pretty sure these woods were safe, and the closest dangerous creatures, rock trolls, DEFINITELY did not giggle. She shook her head, picked up another knife, and aimed…<br /> <br /> &gt;THHWOK!<br /> <br /> Sigh.<br /> <br /> Giggle.<br /> <br /> She looked around. Ok, that was definitely a giggle. She walked towards the trees slowly, then stopped as a figure stepped out, into the clearing. Another minstrel!<br /> <br /> Ah, but more than just another minstrel, she thought, as her heart skipped a beat. This elven lass was beautiful, dressed all in brown and green leathers, but not drab forest garb like a ranger would wear. Everything was worn with the flamboyant flair of a minstrel, from the cut of the supple leathers to the jaunty angles of the lute and the longbow slung over her back. She was still giggling as she sauntered over to Lynn, mirth in the elven eyes. “Wouldn’t this be better, lass?”, she said, and in one fluid motion drew out a throwing blade, turned and flung it at the target.<br /> <br /> &gt;THHWOK!<br /> <br /> Lynn gasped, as the blade buried itself dead center in the target. The elf smiled and bowed, laughter still just a breath away. &quot;Allow me to introduce myself, my name is Maiyadhin …. And you are that minstrel at the Unicorn, Daerlynn, is it?&quot;<br /> <br /> Lynn felt herself blush, somehow feeling nice that this beautiful elf knew her name. She finally stammered out a quiet, &quot;Aye...&quot;<br /> <br /> The elf smiled one of those laughing smiles at the minstrel, and went on, &quot;Well, you sing well.. but your knife throwing is abysmal... here, let me show you a few things...&quot;<br /> <br /> And, wouldn’t you know... she did.<br /> Reply Reply</div>

DAERLYNN https://elanthipedia.play.net/index.php?title=Daerlynn&diff=546223 2021-03-04T15:33:24Z

<p>DAERLYNN: /* Resources: */</p> <hr /> <div>{{PC<br /> |name=Daerlynn Soulmyste<br /> |status=a<br /> |race=Human<br /> |gender=Female<br /> |guild=Bard<br /> |instance=Prime<br /> }}<br /> <br /> == '''Appearance:''' ==<br /> <br /> <br /> Daerlynn has jade eyes, her blue-black hair is shoulder length and curly, worn in a simple, pulled-back style, and she has a petite, lissome figure.<br /> <br /> She has an affinity for colorful gyspy attire, wearing a vibrant gypsy skirt cut up high on one hip, a daringly low cut blouse, a hip chain, toe bells, jewelry and beads.<br /> <br /> [[File:Gypsy.jpg]]<br /> <br /> <br /> == '''Background:''' ==<br /> <br /> <br /> Daerlynn was raised in an orphanage run by Priestesses of Albreda. Showing an affinity for music and storytelling by age 13 she was teaching music to the younger children at the orphanage. Discovered by a wandering minstrel named Alexander, when she became of age she was apprenticed to him as a Minstrel, and they traveled the roads of many realms, singing and putting on shows. After he was killed in a bandit raid, Daerlynn made her way to Elanthia and joined the Bard guild there.<br /> <br /> Although she struggles at times with the combat requirements of the guild, she is a true devotee to the guild. She loves to entertain, telling stories and singing songs anywhere and everywhere. She also believes in passing along the history of the realms, and in helping the Empaths, Midwives and Healers as much as she can with her healing music.<br /> <br /> Daerlynn's greatest love however has always just been entertaining, and even more, encouraging others to entertain if they so wanted to. To this end, she began a series of concerts at the Arthe Dale Inn which was designed to give a stage to any adventurer that wished to perform. The first Arthe Dale concert was given by Dreamheart in the 6th month of Arhat the Fire Lion in the year of the Crystal Snow Hare, 363 years, 201 days since the Victory of Lanival the Redeemer.<br /> <br /> The Arthe Dale concert series was a great success, with over 100 concerts and lasting many years, and hopefully meeting its purpose in encouraging the performing arts in Elanthia. Daerlynn was also an early member of the Tavern Troupe Performing Order, eventually becoming Vice Speaker of the Order.<br /> <br /> Daerlynn was also part of The Bawdy Balladeers, made up of three members of the Troupe, and was founder of the Theren Theater Players. <br /> <br /> Her greatest honor was when Baron Gyfford of Therengia traveled to Arthe Dale on a night where Daerlynn was performing at the Inn, and offered her the position of Court Bard of Therengia. She was the first to ever hold this position. The Baron also publicly informed her of the soon to be built Theren Theater, and expected her to use it well. To this day, Daerlynn has a special spot in her heart for the theater in Theren.<br /> <br /> While Court Bard in Theren, Daerlynn continued to run her Arthe Dale concerts. At the same time, she began the Theren Theater Players and, because of the amount of work involved, she took on her first and only apprentice - one with a ton of talent, a willing heart and an affinity for plays - [[Chabelle]]! Chabelle hit the ground running and made the Theren Theater and Players a success, instituting a regular series of wonderful plays.<br /> <br /> After many years, Daerlynn was worn out, and decided to take a leave of absence from Elanthia to travel other lands. This absence lasted more years than she expected, but she has once again returned to Elanthia, and once again in the role she loves most, a simple Minstrel singing and performing where ever someone wants a song or a story.<br /> <br /> <br /> == '''Resources:''' ==<br /> <br /> <br /> [The Tavern Troupe Performing Order - https://taverntroupe.com/] <br /> {{PCSkills<br /> |Collapse=Yes<br /> }}</div>

DAERLYNN https://elanthipedia.play.net/index.php?title=Daerlynn&diff=546222 2021-03-04T15:32:59Z

<p>DAERLYNN: /* Resources: */</p> <hr /> <div>{{PC<br /> |name=Daerlynn Soulmyste<br /> |status=a<br /> |race=Human<br /> |gender=Female<br /> |guild=Bard<br /> |instance=Prime<br /> }}<br /> <br /> == '''Appearance:''' ==<br /> <br /> <br /> Daerlynn has jade eyes, her blue-black hair is shoulder length and curly, worn in a simple, pulled-back style, and she has a petite, lissome figure.<br /> <br /> She has an affinity for colorful gyspy attire, wearing a vibrant gypsy skirt cut up high on one hip, a daringly low cut blouse, a hip chain, toe bells, jewelry and beads.<br /> <br /> [[File:Gypsy.jpg]]<br /> <br /> <br /> == '''Background:''' ==<br /> <br /> <br /> Daerlynn was raised in an orphanage run by Priestesses of Albreda. Showing an affinity for music and storytelling by age 13 she was teaching music to the younger children at the orphanage. Discovered by a wandering minstrel named Alexander, when she became of age she was apprenticed to him as a Minstrel, and they traveled the roads of many realms, singing and putting on shows. After he was killed in a bandit raid, Daerlynn made her way to Elanthia and joined the Bard guild there.<br /> <br /> Although she struggles at times with the combat requirements of the guild, she is a true devotee to the guild. She loves to entertain, telling stories and singing songs anywhere and everywhere. She also believes in passing along the history of the realms, and in helping the Empaths, Midwives and Healers as much as she can with her healing music.<br /> <br /> Daerlynn's greatest love however has always just been entertaining, and even more, encouraging others to entertain if they so wanted to. To this end, she began a series of concerts at the Arthe Dale Inn which was designed to give a stage to any adventurer that wished to perform. The first Arthe Dale concert was given by Dreamheart in the 6th month of Arhat the Fire Lion in the year of the Crystal Snow Hare, 363 years, 201 days since the Victory of Lanival the Redeemer.<br /> <br /> The Arthe Dale concert series was a great success, with over 100 concerts and lasting many years, and hopefully meeting its purpose in encouraging the performing arts in Elanthia. Daerlynn was also an early member of the Tavern Troupe Performing Order, eventually becoming Vice Speaker of the Order.<br /> <br /> Daerlynn was also part of The Bawdy Balladeers, made up of three members of the Troupe, and was founder of the Theren Theater Players. <br /> <br /> Her greatest honor was when Baron Gyfford of Therengia traveled to Arthe Dale on a night where Daerlynn was performing at the Inn, and offered her the position of Court Bard of Therengia. She was the first to ever hold this position. The Baron also publicly informed her of the soon to be built Theren Theater, and expected her to use it well. To this day, Daerlynn has a special spot in her heart for the theater in Theren.<br /> <br /> While Court Bard in Theren, Daerlynn continued to run her Arthe Dale concerts. At the same time, she began the Theren Theater Players and, because of the amount of work involved, she took on her first and only apprentice - one with a ton of talent, a willing heart and an affinity for plays - [[Chabelle]]! Chabelle hit the ground running and made the Theren Theater and Players a success, instituting a regular series of wonderful plays.<br /> <br /> After many years, Daerlynn was worn out, and decided to take a leave of absence from Elanthia to travel other lands. This absence lasted more years than she expected, but she has once again returned to Elanthia, and once again in the role she loves most, a simple Minstrel singing and performing where ever someone wants a song or a story.<br /> <br /> <br /> == '''Resources:''' ==<br /> <br /> <br /> [The Tavern Troupe Performing Order https://taverntroupe.com/] <br /> {{PCSkills<br /> |Collapse=Yes<br /> }}</div>

DAERLYNN https://elanthipedia.play.net/index.php?title=Daerlynn&diff=546221 2021-03-04T15:32:27Z

<p>DAERLYNN: </p> <hr /> <div>{{PC<br /> |name=Daerlynn Soulmyste<br /> |status=a<br /> |race=Human<br /> |gender=Female<br /> |guild=Bard<br /> |instance=Prime<br /> }}<br /> <br /> == '''Appearance:''' ==<br /> <br /> <br /> Daerlynn has jade eyes, her blue-black hair is shoulder length and curly, worn in a simple, pulled-back style, and she has a petite, lissome figure.<br /> <br /> She has an affinity for colorful gyspy attire, wearing a vibrant gypsy skirt cut up high on one hip, a daringly low cut blouse, a hip chain, toe bells, jewelry and beads.<br /> <br /> [[File:Gypsy.jpg]]<br /> <br /> <br /> == '''Background:''' ==<br /> <br /> <br /> Daerlynn was raised in an orphanage run by Priestesses of Albreda. Showing an affinity for music and storytelling by age 13 she was teaching music to the younger children at the orphanage. Discovered by a wandering minstrel named Alexander, when she became of age she was apprenticed to him as a Minstrel, and they traveled the roads of many realms, singing and putting on shows. After he was killed in a bandit raid, Daerlynn made her way to Elanthia and joined the Bard guild there.<br /> <br /> Although she struggles at times with the combat requirements of the guild, she is a true devotee to the guild. She loves to entertain, telling stories and singing songs anywhere and everywhere. She also believes in passing along the history of the realms, and in helping the Empaths, Midwives and Healers as much as she can with her healing music.<br /> <br /> Daerlynn's greatest love however has always just been entertaining, and even more, encouraging others to entertain if they so wanted to. To this end, she began a series of concerts at the Arthe Dale Inn which was designed to give a stage to any adventurer that wished to perform. The first Arthe Dale concert was given by Dreamheart in the 6th month of Arhat the Fire Lion in the year of the Crystal Snow Hare, 363 years, 201 days since the Victory of Lanival the Redeemer.<br /> <br /> The Arthe Dale concert series was a great success, with over 100 concerts and lasting many years, and hopefully meeting its purpose in encouraging the performing arts in Elanthia. Daerlynn was also an early member of the Tavern Troupe Performing Order, eventually becoming Vice Speaker of the Order.<br /> <br /> Daerlynn was also part of The Bawdy Balladeers, made up of three members of the Troupe, and was founder of the Theren Theater Players. <br /> <br /> Her greatest honor was when Baron Gyfford of Therengia traveled to Arthe Dale on a night where Daerlynn was performing at the Inn, and offered her the position of Court Bard of Therengia. She was the first to ever hold this position. The Baron also publicly informed her of the soon to be built Theren Theater, and expected her to use it well. To this day, Daerlynn has a special spot in her heart for the theater in Theren.<br /> <br /> While Court Bard in Theren, Daerlynn continued to run her Arthe Dale concerts. At the same time, she began the Theren Theater Players and, because of the amount of work involved, she took on her first and only apprentice - one with a ton of talent, a willing heart and an affinity for plays - [[Chabelle]]! Chabelle hit the ground running and made the Theren Theater and Players a success, instituting a regular series of wonderful plays.<br /> <br /> After many years, Daerlynn was worn out, and decided to take a leave of absence from Elanthia to travel other lands. This absence lasted more years than she expected, but she has once again returned to Elanthia, and once again in the role she loves most, a simple Minstrel singing and performing where ever someone wants a song or a story.<br /> <br /> <br /> == '''Resources:''' ==<br /> <br /> <br /> [The Tavern Troupe Performing Order] <br /> {{PCSkills<br /> |Collapse=Yes<br /> }}</div>

DAERLYNN https://elanthipedia.play.net/index.php?title=Daerlynn&diff=546220 2021-03-04T15:31:27Z

<p>DAERLYNN: </p> <hr /> <div>{{PC<br /> |name=Daerlynn Soulmyste<br /> |status=a<br /> |race=Human<br /> |gender=Female<br /> |guild=Bard<br /> |instance=Prime<br /> }}<br /> <br /> == '''Appearance:''' ==<br /> <br /> <br /> Daerlynn has jade eyes, her blue-black hair is shoulder length and curly, worn in a simple, pulled-back style, and she has a petite, lissome figure.<br /> <br /> She has an affinity for colorful gyspy attire, wearing a vibrant gypsy skirt cut up high on one hip, a daringly low cut blouse, a hip chain, toe bells, jewelry and beads.<br /> <br /> [[File:Gypsy.jpg]]<br /> <br /> <br /> == '''Background:''' ==<br /> <br /> <br /> Daerlynn was raised in an orphanage run by Priestesses of Albreda. Showing an affinity for music and storytelling by age 13 she was teaching music to the younger children at the orphanage. Discovered by a wandering minstrel named Alexander, when she became of age she was apprenticed to him as a Minstrel, and they traveled the roads of many realms, singing and putting on shows. After he was killed in a bandit raid, Daerlynn made her way to Elanthia and joined the Bard guild there.<br /> <br /> Although she struggles at times with the combat requirements of the guild, she is a true devotee to the guild. She loves to entertain, telling stories and singing songs anywhere and everywhere. She also believes in passing along the history of the realms, and in helping the Empaths, Midwives and Healers as much as she can with her healing music.<br /> <br /> Daerlynn's greatest love however has always just been entertaining, and even more, encouraging others to entertain if they so wanted to. To this end, she began a series of concerts at the Arthe Dale Inn which was designed to give a stage to any adventurer that wished to perform. The first Arthe Dale concert was given by Dreamheart in the 6th month of Arhat the Fire Lion in the year of the Crystal Snow Hare, 363 years, 201 days since the Victory of Lanival the Redeemer.<br /> <br /> The Arthe Dale concert series was a great success, with over 100 concerts and lasting many years, and hopefully meeting its purpose in encouraging the performing arts in Elanthia. Daerlynn was also an early member of the Tavern Troupe Performing Order, eventually becoming Vice Speaker of the Order.<br /> <br /> Daerlynn was also part of The Bawdy Balladeers, made up of three members of the Troupe, and was founder of the Theren Theater Players. <br /> <br /> Her greatest honor was when Baron Gyfford of Therengia traveled to Arthe Dale on a night where Daerlynn was performing at the Inn, and offered her the position of Court Bard of Therengia. She was the first to ever hold this position. The Baron also publicly informed her of the soon to be built Theren Theater, and expected her to use it well. To this day, Daerlynn has a special spot in her heart for the theater in Theren.<br /> <br /> While Court Bard in Theren, Daerlynn continued to run her Arthe Dale concerts. At the same time, she began the Theren Theater Players and, because of the amount of work involved, she took on her first and only apprentice - one with a ton of talent, a willing heart and an affinity for plays - [[Chabelle]]! Chabelle hit the ground running and made the Theren Theater and Players a success, instituting a regular series of wonderful plays.<br /> <br /> After many years, Daerlynn was worn out, and decided to take a leave of absence from Elanthia to travel other lands. This absence lasted more years than she expected, but she has once again returned to Elanthia, and once again in the role she loves most, a simple Minstrel singing and performing where ever someone wants a song or a story.<br /> <br /> <br /> == '''Resources:''' ==<br /> <br /> <br /> The Tavern Troupe Performing Order [https://taverntroupe.com/]<br /> {{PCSkills<br /> |Collapse=Yes<br /> }}</div>

DAERLYNN https://elanthipedia.play.net/index.php?title=Daerlynn&diff=546219 2021-03-04T15:30:39Z

<p>DAERLYNN: </p> <hr /> <div>{{PC<br /> |name=Daerlynn Soulmyste<br /> |status=a<br /> |race=Human<br /> |gender=Female<br /> |guild=Bard<br /> |instance=Prime<br /> }}<br /> '''Appearance:'''<br /> <br /> Daerlynn has jade eyes, her blue-black hair is shoulder length and curly, worn in a simple, pulled-back style, and she has a petite, lissome figure.<br /> <br /> She has an affinity for colorful gyspy attire, wearing a vibrant gypsy skirt cut up high on one hip, a daringly low cut blouse, a hip chain, toe bells, jewelry and beads.<br /> <br /> [[File:Gypsy.jpg]]<br /> <br /> '''Background:'''<br /> <br /> Daerlynn was raised in an orphanage run by Priestesses of Albreda. Showing an affinity for music and storytelling by age 13 she was teaching music to the younger children at the orphanage. Discovered by a wandering minstrel named Alexander, when she became of age she was apprenticed to him as a Minstrel, and they traveled the roads of many realms, singing and putting on shows. After he was killed in a bandit raid, Daerlynn made her way to Elanthia and joined the Bard guild there.<br /> <br /> Although she struggles at times with the combat requirements of the guild, she is a true devotee to the guild. She loves to entertain, telling stories and singing songs anywhere and everywhere. She also believes in passing along the history of the realms, and in helping the Empaths, Midwives and Healers as much as she can with her healing music.<br /> <br /> Daerlynn's greatest love however has always just been entertaining, and even more, encouraging others to entertain if they so wanted to. To this end, she began a series of concerts at the Arthe Dale Inn which was designed to give a stage to any adventurer that wished to perform. The first Arthe Dale concert was given by Dreamheart in the 6th month of Arhat the Fire Lion in the year of the Crystal Snow Hare, 363 years, 201 days since the Victory of Lanival the Redeemer.<br /> <br /> The Arthe Dale concert series was a great success, with over 100 concerts and lasting many years, and hopefully meeting its purpose in encouraging the performing arts in Elanthia. Daerlynn was also an early member of the Tavern Troupe Performing Order, eventually becoming Vice Speaker of the Order.<br /> <br /> Daerlynn was also part of The Bawdy Balladeers, made up of three members of the Troupe, and was founder of the Theren Theater Players. <br /> <br /> Her greatest honor was when Baron Gyfford of Therengia traveled to Arthe Dale on a night where Daerlynn was performing at the Inn, and offered her the position of Court Bard of Therengia. She was the first to ever hold this position. The Baron also publicly informed her of the soon to be built Theren Theater, and expected her to use it well. To this day, Daerlynn has a special spot in her heart for the theater in Theren.<br /> <br /> While Court Bard in Theren, Daerlynn continued to run her Arthe Dale concerts. At the same time, she began the Theren Theater Players and, because of the amount of work involved, she took on her first and only apprentice - one with a ton of talent, a willing heart and an affinity for plays - [[Chabelle]]! Chabelle hit the ground running and made the Theren Theater and Players a success, instituting a regular series of wonderful plays.<br /> <br /> After many years, Daerlynn was worn out, and decided to take a leave of absence from Elanthia to travel other lands. This absence lasted more years than she expected, but she has once again returned to Elanthia, and once again in the role she loves most, a simple Minstrel singing and performing where ever someone wants a song or a story.<br /> <br /> '''Resources:'''<br /> <br /> The Tavern Troupe Performing Order [https://taverntroupe.com/]<br /> {{PCSkills<br /> |Collapse=Yes<br /> }}</div>

DAERLYNN https://elanthipedia.play.net/index.php?title=Daerlynn&diff=546218 2021-03-04T15:29:25Z

<p>DAERLYNN: </p> <hr /> <div>{{PC<br /> |name=Daerlynn Soulmyste<br /> |status=a<br /> |race=Human<br /> |gender=Female<br /> |guild=Bard<br /> |instance=Prime<br /> }}<br /> '''Appearance:'''<br /> <br /> Daerlynn has jade eyes, her blue-black hair is shoulder length and curly, worn in a simple, pulled-back style, and she has a petite, lissome figure.<br /> <br /> She has an affinity for colorful gyspy attire, wearing a vibrant gypsy skirt cut up high on one hip, a daringly low cut blouse, a hip chain, toe bells, jewelry and beads.<br /> <br /> [[File:Gypsy.jpg]]<br /> <br /> '''Background:'''<br /> <br /> Daerlynn was raised in an orphanage run by Priestesses of Albreda. Showing an affinity for music and storytelling by age 13 she was teaching music to the younger children at the orphanage. Discovered by a wandering minstrel named Alexander, when she became of age she was apprenticed to him as a Minstrel, and they traveled the roads of many realms, singing and putting on shows. After he was killed in a bandit raid, Daerlynn made her way to Elanthia and joined the Bard guild there.<br /> <br /> Although she struggles at times with the combat requirements of the guild, she is a true devotee to the guild. She loves to entertain, telling stories and singing songs anywhere and everywhere. She also believes in passing along the history of the realms, and in helping the Empaths, Midwives and Healers as much as she can with her healing music.<br /> <br /> Daerlynn's greatest love however has always just been entertaining, and even more, encouraging others to entertain if they so wanted to. To this end, she began a series of concerts at the Arthe Dale Inn which was designed to give a stage to any adventurer that wished to perform. The first Arthe Dale concert was given by Dreamheart in the 6th month of Arhat the Fire Lion in the year of the Crystal Snow Hare, 363 years, 201 days since the Victory of Lanival the Redeemer.<br /> <br /> The Arthe Dale concert series was a great success, with over 100 concerts and lasting many years, and hopefully meeting its purpose in encouraging the performing arts in Elanthia. Daerlynn was also an early member of the Tavern Troupe Performing Order, eventually becoming Vice Speaker of the Order.<br /> <br /> Daerlynn was also part of The Bawdy Balladeers, made up of three members of the Troupe, and was founder of the Theren Theater Players. <br /> <br /> Her greatest honor was when Baron Gyfford of Therengia traveled to Arthe Dale on a night where Daerlynn was performing at the Inn, and offered her the position of Court Bard of Therengia. She was the first to ever hold this position. The Baron also publicly informed her of the soon to be built Theren Theater, and expected her to use it well. To this day, Daerlynn has a special spot in her heart for the theater in Theren.<br /> <br /> While Court Bard in Theren, Daerlynn continued to run her Arthe Dale concerts. At the same time, she began the Theren Theater Players and, because of the amount of work involved, she took on her first and only apprentice - one with a ton of talent, a willing heart and an affinity for plays - [[Chabelle]]! Chabelle hit the ground running and made the Theren Theater and Players a success, instituting a regular series of wonderful plays.<br /> <br /> After many years, Daerlynn was worn out, and decided to take a leave of absence from Elanthia to travel other lands. This absence lasted more years than she expected, but she has once again returned to Elanthia, and once again in the role she loves most, a simple Minstrel singing and performing where ever someone wants a song or a story.<br /> <br /> '''Resources:'''<br /> <br /> [https://taverntroupe.com/]<br /> {{PCSkills<br /> |Collapse=Yes<br /> }}</div>

DAERLYNN https://elanthipedia.play.net/index.php?title=Daerlynn&diff=546217 2021-03-04T15:28:21Z

<p>DAERLYNN: </p> <hr /> <div>{{PC<br /> |name=Daerlynn Soulmyste<br /> |status=a<br /> |race=Human<br /> |gender=Female<br /> |guild=Bard<br /> |instance=Prime<br /> }}<br /> '''Appearance:'''<br /> <br /> Daerlynn has jade eyes, her blue-black hair is shoulder length and curly, worn in a simple, pulled-back style, and she has a petite, lissome figure.<br /> <br /> She has an affinity for colorful gyspy attire, wearing a vibrant gypsy skirt cut up high on one hip, a daringly low cut blouse, a hip chain, toe bells, jewelry and beads.<br /> <br /> [[File:Gypsy.jpg]]<br /> <br /> '''Background:'''<br /> <br /> Daerlynn was raised in an orphanage run by Priestesses of Albreda. Showing an affinity for music and storytelling by age 13 she was teaching music to the younger children at the orphanage. Discovered by a wandering minstrel named Alexander, when she became of age she was apprenticed to him as a Minstrel, and they traveled the roads of many realms, singing and putting on shows. After he was killed in a bandit raid, Daerlynn made her way to Elanthia and joined the Bard guild there.<br /> <br /> Although she struggles at times with the combat requirements of the guild, she is a true devotee to the guild. She loves to entertain, telling stories and singing songs anywhere and everywhere. She also believes in passing along the history of the realms, and in helping the Empaths, Midwives and Healers as much as she can with her healing music.<br /> <br /> Daerlynn's greatest love however has always just been entertaining, and even more, encouraging others to entertain if they so wanted to. To this end, she began a series of concerts at the Arthe Dale Inn which was designed to give a stage to any adventurer that wished to perform. The first Arthe Dale concert was given by Dreamheart in the 6th month of Arhat the Fire Lion in the year of the Crystal Snow Hare, 363 years, 201 days since the Victory of Lanival the Redeemer.<br /> <br /> The Arthe Dale concert series was a great success, with over 100 concerts and lasting many years, and hopefully meeting its purpose in encouraging the performing arts in Elanthia. Daerlynn was also an early member of the Tavern Troupe Performing Order, eventually becoming Vice Speaker of the Order.<br /> <br /> Daerlynn was also part of The Bawdy Balladeers, made up of three members of the Troupe, and was founder of the Theren Theater Players. <br /> <br /> Her greatest honor was when Baron Gyfford of Therengia traveled to Arthe Dale on a night where Daerlynn was performing at the Inn, and offered her the position of Court Bard of Therengia. She was the first to ever hold this position. The Baron also publicly informed her of the soon to be built Theren Theater, and expected her to use it well. To this day, Daerlynn has a special spot in her heart for the theater in Theren.<br /> <br /> While Court Bard in Theren, Daerlynn continued to run her Arthe Dale concerts. At the same time, she began the Theren Theater Players and, because of the amount of work involved, she took on her first and only apprentice - one with a ton of talent, a willing heart and an affinity for plays - [[Chabelle]]! Chabelle hit the ground running and made the Theren Theater and Players a success, instituting a regular series of wonderful plays.<br /> <br /> After many years, Daerlynn was worn out, and decided to take a leave of absence from Elanthia to travel other lands. This absence lasted more years than she expected, but she has once again returned to Elanthia, and once again in the role she loves most, a simple Minstrel singing and performing where ever someone wants a song or a story.<br /> <br /> '''Resources:'''<br /> <br /> [Tavern Troupe website]https://taverntroupe.com/<br /> {{PCSkills<br /> |Collapse=Yes<br /> }}</div>

DAERLYNN https://elanthipedia.play.net/index.php?title=Daerlynn&diff=546216 2021-03-04T15:26:54Z

<p>DAERLYNN: </p> <hr /> <div>{{PC<br /> |name=Daerlynn Soulmyste<br /> |status=a<br /> |race=Human<br /> |gender=Female<br /> |guild=Bard<br /> |instance=Prime<br /> }}<br /> '''Appearance:'''<br /> <br /> Daerlynn has jade eyes, her blue-black hair is shoulder length and curly, worn in a simple, pulled-back style, and she has a petite, lissome figure.<br /> <br /> She has an affinity for colorful gyspy attire, wearing a vibrant gypsy skirt cut up high on one hip, a daringly low cut blouse, a hip chain, toe bells, jewelry and beads.<br /> <br /> [[File:Gypsy.jpg]]<br /> <br /> '''Background:'''<br /> <br /> Daerlynn was raised in an orphanage run by Priestesses of Albreda. Showing an affinity for music and storytelling by age 13 she was teaching music to the younger children at the orphanage. Discovered by a wandering minstrel named Alexander, when she became of age she was apprenticed to him as a Minstrel, and they traveled the roads of many realms, singing and putting on shows. After he was killed in a bandit raid, Daerlynn made her way to Elanthia and joined the Bard guild there.<br /> <br /> Although she struggles at times with the combat requirements of the guild, she is a true devotee to the guild. She loves to entertain, telling stories and singing songs anywhere and everywhere. She also believes in passing along the history of the realms, and in helping the Empaths, Midwives and Healers as much as she can with her healing music.<br /> <br /> Daerlynn's greatest love however has always just been entertaining, and even more, encouraging others to entertain if they so wanted to. To this end, she began a series of concerts at the Arthe Dale Inn which was designed to give a stage to any adventurer that wished to perform. The first Arthe Dale concert was given by Dreamheart in the 6th month of Arhat the Fire Lion in the year of the Crystal Snow Hare, 363 years, 201 days since the Victory of Lanival the Redeemer.<br /> <br /> The Arthe Dale concert series was a great success, with over 100 concerts and lasting many years, and hopefully meeting its purpose in encouraging the performing arts in Elanthia. Daerlynn was also an early member of the Tavern Troupe Performing Order, eventually becoming Vice Speaker of the Order.<br /> <br /> Daerlynn was also part of The Bawdy Balladeers, made up of three members of the Troupe, and was founder of the Theren Theater Players. <br /> <br /> Her greatest honor was when Baron Gyfford of Therengia traveled to Arthe Dale on a night where Daerlynn was performing at the Inn, and offered her the position of Court Bard of Therengia. She was the first to ever hold this position. The Baron also publicly informed her of the soon to be built Theren Theater, and expected her to use it well. To this day, Daerlynn has a special spot in her heart for the theater in Theren.<br /> <br /> While Court Bard in Theren, Daerlynn continued to run her Arthe Dale concerts. At the same time, she began the Theren Theater Players and, because of the amount of work involved, she took on her first and only apprentice - one with a ton of talent, a willing heart and an affinity for plays - [[Chabelle]]! Chabelle hit the ground running and made the Theren Theater and Players a success, instituting a regular series of wonderful plays.<br /> <br /> After many years, Daerlynn was worn out, and decided to take a leave of absence from Elanthia to travel other lands. This absence lasted more years than she expected, but she has once again returned to Elanthia, and once again in the role she loves most, a simple Minstrel singing and performing where ever someone wants a song or a story.<br /> <br /> '''Resources:'''<br /> https://taverntroupe.com/<br /> {{PCSkills<br /> |Collapse=Yes<br /> }}</div>

DAERLYNN https://elanthipedia.play.net/index.php?title=Daerlynn&diff=546215 2021-03-04T13:17:33Z

<p>DAERLYNN: </p> <hr /> <div>{{PC<br /> |name=Daerlynn Soulmyste<br /> |status=a<br /> |race=Human<br /> |gender=Female<br /> |guild=Bard<br /> |instance=Prime<br /> }}<br /> '''Appearance:'''<br /> <br /> Daerlynn has jade eyes, her blue-black hair is shoulder length and curly, worn in a simple, pulled-back style, and she has a petite, lissome figure.<br /> <br /> She has an affinity for colorful gyspy attire, wearing a vibrant gypsy skirt cut up high on one hip, a daringly low cut blouse, a hip chain, toe bells, jewelry and beads.<br /> <br /> [[File:Gypsy.jpg]]<br /> <br /> '''Background:'''<br /> <br /> Daerlynn was raised in an orphanage run by Priestesses of Albreda. Showing an affinity for music and storytelling by age 13 she was teaching music to the younger children at the orphanage. Discovered by a wandering minstrel named Alexander, when she became of age she was apprenticed to him as a Minstrel, and they traveled the roads of many realms, singing and putting on shows. After he was killed in a bandit raid, Daerlynn made her way to Elanthia and joined the Bard guild there.<br /> <br /> Although she struggles at times with the combat requirements of the guild, she is a true devotee to the guild. She loves to entertain, telling stories and singing songs anywhere and everywhere. She also believes in passing along the history of the realms, and in helping the Empaths, Midwives and Healers as much as she can with her healing music.<br /> <br /> Daerlynn's greatest love however has always just been entertaining, and even more, encouraging others to entertain if they so wanted to. To this end, she began a series of concerts at the Arthe Dale Inn which was designed to give a stage to any adventurer that wished to perform. The first Arthe Dale concert was given by Dreamheart in the 6th month of Arhat the Fire Lion in the year of the Crystal Snow Hare, 363 years, 201 days since the Victory of Lanival the Redeemer.<br /> <br /> The Arthe Dale concert series was a great success, with over 100 concerts and lasting many years, and hopefully meeting its purpose in encouraging the performing arts in Elanthia. Daerlynn was also an early member of the Tavern Troupe Performing Order, eventually becoming Vice Speaker of the Order.<br /> <br /> Daerlynn was also part of The Bawdy Balladeers, made up of three members of the Troupe, and was founder of the Theren Theater Players. <br /> <br /> Her greatest honor was when Baron Gyfford of Therengia traveled to Arthe Dale on a night where Daerlynn was performing at the Inn, and offered her the position of Court Bard of Therengia. She was the first to ever hold this position. The Baron also publicly informed her of the soon to be built Theren Theater, and expected her to use it well. To this day, Daerlynn has a special spot in her heart for the theater in Theren.<br /> <br /> While Court Bard in Theren, Daerlynn continued to run her Arthe Dale concerts. At the same time, she began the Theren Theater Players and, because of the amount of work involved, she took on her first and only apprentice - one with a ton of talent, a willing heart and an affinity for plays - [[Chabelle]]! Chabelle hit the ground running and made the Theren Theater and Players a success, instituting a regular series of wonderful plays.<br /> <br /> After many years, Daerlynn was worn out, and decided to take a leave of absence from Elanthia to travel other lands. This absence lasted more years than she expected, but she has once again returned to Elanthia, and once again in the role she loves most, a simple Minstrel singing and performing where ever someone wants a song or a story.<br /> {{PCSkills<br /> |Collapse=Yes<br /> }}</div>

DAERLYNN https://elanthipedia.play.net/index.php?title=Daerlynn&diff=546214 2021-03-04T13:15:20Z

<p>DAERLYNN: </p> <hr /> <div>{{PC<br /> |name=Daerlynn Soulmyste<br /> |status=a<br /> |race=Human<br /> |gender=Female<br /> |guild=Bard<br /> |instance=Prime<br /> }}<br /> '''Appearance:'''<br /> <br /> Daerlynn has jade eyes, her blue-black hair is shoulder length and curly, worn in a simple, pulled-back style, and she has a petite, lissome figure.<br /> <br /> She has an affinity for colorful gyspy attire, wearing a vibrant gypsy skirt cut up high on one hip, a daringly low cut blouse, a hip chain, toe bells, jewelry and beads.<br /> <br /> [[File:Gypsy.jpg]]<br /> <br /> '''Background:'''<br /> <br /> Daerlynn was raised in an orphanage run by Priestesses of Albreda. Showing an affinity for music and storytelling by age 13 she was teaching music to the younger children at the orphanage. Discovered by a wandering minstrel named Alexander, when she became of age she was apprenticed to him as a Minstrel, and they traveled the roads of many realms, singing and putting on shows. After he was killed in a bandit raid, Daerlynn made her way to Elanthia and joined the Bard guild there.<br /> <br /> Although she struggles at times with the combat requirements of the guild, she is a true devotee to the guild. She loves to entertain, telling stories and singing songs anywhere and everywhere. She also believes in passing along the history of the realms, and in helping the Empaths, Midwives and Healers as much as she can with her healing music.<br /> <br /> Daerlynn's greatest love however has always just been entertaining, and even more, encouraging others to entertain if they so wanted to. To this end, she began a series of concerts at the Arthe Dale Inn which was designed to give a stage to any adventurer that wished to perform. The first Arthe Dale concert was given by Dreamheart in the 6th month of Arhat the Fire Lion in the year of the Crystal Snow Hare, 363 years, 201 days since the Victory of Lanival the Redeemer.<br /> <br /> The Arthe Dale concert series was a great success, with over 100 concerts and lasting many years, and hopefully meeting its purpose in encouraging the performing arts in Elanthia. Daerlynn was also an early member of the Tavern Troupe Performing Order, eventually becoming Vice Speaker of the Order.<br /> <br /> Daerlynn was also one of the earliest members of the Tavern Troupe, eventually becoming Vice-Speaker. She was also part of The Bawdy Balladeers, made up of three members of the Troupe, and was founder of the Theren Theater Players. <br /> <br /> Her greatest honor was when Baron Gyfford of Therengia traveled to Arthe Dale on a night where Daerlynn was performing at the Inn, and offered her the position of Court Bard of Therengia. She was the first to ever hold this position. The Baron also publicly informed her of the soon to be built Theren Theater, and expected her to use it well. To this day, Daerlynn has a special spot in her heart for the theater in Theren.<br /> <br /> While Court Bard in Theren, Daerlynn continued to run her Arthe Dale concerts. At the same time, she began the Theren Theater Players and, because of the amount of work involved, she took on her first and only apprentice - one with a ton of talent, a willing heart and an affinity for plays - [[Chabelle]]! Chabelle hit the ground running and made the Theren Theater and Players a success, instituting a regular series of wonderful plays.<br /> <br /> After many years, Daerlynn was worn out, and decided to take a leave of absence from Elanthia to travel other lands. This absence lasted more years than she expected, but she has once again returned to Elanthia, and once again in the role she loves most, a simple Minstrel singing and performing where ever someone wants a song or a story.<br /> {{PCSkills<br /> |Collapse=Yes<br /> }}</div>

DAERLYNN https://elanthipedia.play.net/index.php?title=Daerlynn&diff=546213 2021-03-04T12:59:57Z

<p>DAERLYNN: </p> <hr /> <div>{{PC<br /> |name=Daerlynn Soulmyste<br /> |status=a<br /> |race=Human<br /> |gender=Female<br /> |guild=Bard<br /> |instance=Prime<br /> }}<br /> '''Appearance:'''<br /> <br /> Daerlynn has jade eyes, her blue-black hair is shoulder length and curly, worn in a simple, pulled-back style, and she has a petite, lissome figure.<br /> <br /> She has an affinity for colorful gyspy attire, wearing a vibrant gypsy skirt cut up high on one hip, a daringly low cut blouse, a hip chain, toe bells, jewelry and beads.<br /> <br /> [[File:Gypsy.jpg]]<br /> <br /> '''Background:'''<br /> <br /> Daerlynn was raised in an orphanage run by Priestesses of Albreda. Showing an affinity for music and storytelling by age 13 she was teaching music to the younger children at the orphanage. Discovered by a wandering minstrel named Alexander, when she became of age she was apprenticed to him as a Minstrel, and they traveled the roads of many realms, singing and putting on shows. After he was killed in a bandit raid, Daerlynn made her way to Elanthia and joined the Bard guild there.<br /> <br /> Although she struggles at times with the combat requirements of the guild, she is a true devotee to the guild. She loves to entertain, telling stories and singing songs anywhere and everywhere. She also believes in passing along the history of the realms, and in helping the Empaths, Midwives and Healers as much as she can with her healing music.<br /> <br /> Daerlynn's greatest love however has always just been entertaining, and even more, encouraging others to entertain if they so wanted to. To this end, she began a series of concerts at the Arthe Dale Inn which was designed to give a stage to any adventurer that wished to perform. The first Arthe Dale concert was given by Dreamheart in the 6th month of Arhat the Fire Lion in the year of the Crystal Snow Hare, 363 years, 201 days since the Victory of Lanival the Redeemer.<br /> <br /> The Arthe Dale concert series was a great success, with over 100 concerts and lasting many years, and hopefully meeting its purpose in encouraging the performing arts in Elanthia. Daerlynn was also an early member of the Tavern Troupe Performing Order, eventually becoming Vice Speaker of the Order.<br /> <br /> Her greatest honor was when Baron Gyfford of Therengia traveled to Arthe Dale on a night where Daerlynn was performing at the Inn, and offered her the position of Court Bard of Therengia. She was the first to ever hold this position. The Baron also publicly informed her of the soon to be built Theren Theater, and expected her to use it well. To this day, Daerlynn has a special spot in her heart for the theater in Theren.<br /> <br /> While Court Bard in Theren, Daerlynn continued to run her Arthe Dale concerts. At the same time, she began the Theren Theater Players and, because of the amount of work involved, she took on her first and only apprentice - one with a ton of talent, a willing heart and an affinity for plays - [[Chabelle]]! Chabelle hit the ground running and made the Theren Theater and Players a success, instituting a regular series of wonderful plays.<br /> <br /> After many years, Daerlynn was worn out, and decided to take a leave of absence from Elanthia to travel other lands. This absence lasted more years than she expected, but she has once again returned to Elanthia, and once again in the role she loves most, a simple Minstrel singing and performing where ever someone wants a song or a story.<br /> {{PCSkills<br /> |Collapse=Yes<br /> }}</div>

DAERLYNN https://elanthipedia.play.net/index.php?title=Daerlynn&diff=546212 2021-03-04T12:59:11Z

<p>DAERLYNN: </p> <hr /> <div>{{PC<br /> |name=Daerlynn Soulmyste<br /> |status=a<br /> |race=Human<br /> |gender=Female<br /> |guild=Bard<br /> |instance=Prime<br /> }}<br /> '''Appearance:'''<br /> <br /> Daerlynn has jade eyes, blue-black hair is shoulder length and curly, and is worn in a simple, pulled-back style, and a petite, lissome figure.<br /> <br /> She has an affinity for colorful gyspy attire, wearing a vibrant gypsy skirt cut up high on one hip, a daringly low cut blouse, a hip chain, toe bells, jewelry and beads.<br /> <br /> [[File:Gypsy.jpg]]<br /> <br /> '''Background:'''<br /> <br /> Daerlynn was raised in an orphanage run by Priestesses of Albreda. Showing an affinity for music and storytelling by age 13 she was teaching music to the younger children at the orphanage. Discovered by a wandering minstrel named Alexander, when she became of age she was apprenticed to him as a Minstrel, and they traveled the roads of many realms, singing and putting on shows. After he was killed in a bandit raid, Daerlynn made her way to Elanthia and joined the Bard guild there.<br /> <br /> Although she struggles at times with the combat requirements of the guild, she is a true devotee to the guild. She loves to entertain, telling stories and singing songs anywhere and everywhere. She also believes in passing along the history of the realms, and in helping the Empaths, Midwives and Healers as much as she can with her healing music.<br /> <br /> Daerlynn's greatest love however has always just been entertaining, and even more, encouraging others to entertain if they so wanted to. To this end, she began a series of concerts at the Arthe Dale Inn which was designed to give a stage to any adventurer that wished to perform. The first Arthe Dale concert was given by Dreamheart in the 6th month of Arhat the Fire Lion in the year of the Crystal Snow Hare, 363 years, 201 days since the Victory of Lanival the Redeemer.<br /> <br /> The Arthe Dale concert series was a great success, with over 100 concerts and lasting many years, and hopefully meeting its purpose in encouraging the performing arts in Elanthia. Daerlynn was also an early member of the Tavern Troupe Performing Order, eventually becoming Vice Speaker of the Order.<br /> <br /> Her greatest honor was when Baron Gyfford of Therengia traveled to Arthe Dale on a night where Daerlynn was performing at the Inn, and offered her the position of Court Bard of Therengia. She was the first to ever hold this position. The Baron also publicly informed her of the soon to be built Theren Theater, and expected her to use it well. To this day, Daerlynn has a special spot in her heart for the theater in Theren.<br /> <br /> While Court Bard in Theren, Daerlynn continued to run her Arthe Dale concerts. At the same time, she began the Theren Theater Players and, because of the amount of work involved, she took on her first and only apprentice - one with a ton of talent, a willing heart and an affinity for plays - [[Chabelle]]! Chabelle hit the ground running and made the Theren Theater and Players a success, instituting a regular series of wonderful plays.<br /> <br /> After many years, Daerlynn was worn out, and decided to take a leave of absence from Elanthia to travel other lands. This absence lasted more years than she expected, but she has once again returned to Elanthia, and once again in the role she loves most, a simple Minstrel singing and performing where ever someone wants a song or a story.<br /> {{PCSkills<br /> |Collapse=Yes<br /> }}</div>

DAERLYNN https://elanthipedia.play.net/index.php?title=Daerlynn&diff=532505 2020-10-30T16:32:17Z

<p>DAERLYNN: </p> <hr /> <div>{{PC<br /> |name=Daerlynn Soulmyste<br /> |race=Human<br /> |gender=Female<br /> |guild=Bard<br /> |instance=Prime<br /> }}<br /> '''Appearance:'''<br /> <br /> Daerlynn has jade eyes, loose brunette hair, and a petite, lithe figure.<br /> <br /> She has an affinity for colorful gyspy attire, wearing a vibrant gypsy skirt cut up high on one hip, a daringly low cut blouse, a hip chain, toe bells, jewelry and beads.<br /> <br /> [[File:Gypsy.jpg]]<br /> <br /> '''Background:'''<br /> <br /> Daerlynn was raised in an orphanage run by Priestesses of Albreda. Showing an affinity for music and storytelling by age 13 she was teaching music to the younger children at the orphanage. Discovered by a wandering minstrel named Alexander, when she became of age she was apprenticed to him as a Minstrel, and they traveled the roads of many realms, singing and putting on shows. After he was killed in a bandit raid, Daerlynn made her way to Elanthia and joined the Bard guild there.<br /> <br /> Although she struggles at times with the combat requirements of the guild, she is a true devotee to the guild. She loves to entertain, telling stories and singing songs anywhere and everywhere. She also believes in passing along the history of the realms, and in helping the Empaths, Midwives and Healers as much as she can with her healing music.<br /> <br /> Daerlynn's greatest love however has always just been entertaining, and even more, encouraging others to entertain if they so wanted to. To this end, she began a series of concerts at the Arthe Dale Inn which was designed to give a stage to any adventurer that wished to perform. The first Arthe Dale concert was given by Dreamheart in the 6th month of Arhat the Fire Lion in the year of the Crystal Snow Hare, 363 years, 201 days since the Victory of Lanival the Redeemer.<br /> <br /> The Arthe Dale concert series was a great success, with over 100 concerts and lasting many years, and hopefully meeting its purpose in encouraging the performing arts in Elanthia. Daerlynn was also an early member of the Tavern Troupe Performing Order, eventually becoming Vice Speaker of the Order.<br /> <br /> Her greatest honor was when Baron Gyfford of Therengia traveled to Arthe Dale on a night where Daerlynn was performing at the Inn, and offered her the position of Court Bard of Therengia. She was the first to ever hold this position. The Baron also publicly informed her of the soon to be built Theren Theater, and expected her to use it well. To this day, Daerlynn has a special spot in her heart for the theater in Theren.<br /> <br /> While Court Bard in Theren, Daerlynn continued to run her Arthe Dale concerts. At the same time, she began the Theren Theater Players and, because of the amount of work involved, she took on her first and only apprentice - one with a ton of talent, a willing heart and an affinity for plays - [[Chabelle]]! Chabelle hit the ground running and made the Theren Theater and Players a success, instituting a regular series of wonderful plays.<br /> <br /> After many years, Daerlynn was worn out, and decided to take a leave of absence from Elanthia to travel other lands. This absence lasted more years than she expected, but she has once again returned to Elanthia, and once again in the role she loves most, a simple Minstrel singing and performing where ever someone wants a song or a story.<br /> <br /> <br /> <br /> <br /> <br /> {{PCSkills<br /> |Collapse=Yes<br /> }}</div>

DAERLYNN https://elanthipedia.play.net/index.php?title=Daerlynn&diff=532504 2020-10-30T16:18:14Z

<p>DAERLYNN: </p> <hr /> <div>{{PC<br /> |name=Daerlynn Soulmyste<br /> |race=Human<br /> |gender=Female<br /> |guild=Bard<br /> |instance=Prime<br /> }}<br /> '''Appearance:'''<br /> <br /> Daerlynn has jade eyes, loose brunette hair, and a petite, lithe figure.<br /> <br /> She has an affinity for colorful gyspy attire, wearing a vibrant gypsy skirt cut up high on one hip, a daringly low cut blouse, a hip chain, toe bells, jewelry and beads.<br /> <br /> [[File:Gypsy.jpg]]<br /> <br /> '''Background:'''<br /> <br /> Daerlynn was raised in an orphanage run by Priestesses of Albreda. Showing an affinity for music and storytelling by age 13 she was teaching music to the younger children at the orphanage. Discovered by a wandering minstrel named Alexander, when she became of age she was apprenticed to him as a Minstrel, and they traveled the roads of many realms, singing and putting on shows. After he was killed in a bandit raid, Daerlynn made her way to Elanthia and joined the Bard guild there.<br /> <br /> Although she struggles at times with the combat requirements of the guild, she is a true devotee to the guild. She loves to entertain, telling stories and singing songs anywhere and everywhere. She also believes in passing along the history of the realms, and in helping the Empaths, Midwives and Healers as much as she can with her healing music.<br /> <br /> Daerlynn's greatest love however has always just been entertaining, and even more, encouraging others to entertain if they so wanted to. To this end, she began a series of concerts at the Arthe Dale Inn which was designed to give a stage to any adventurer that wished to perform. The first Arthe Dale concert was given by Dreamheart in the 6th month of Arhat the Fire Lion in the year of the Crystal Snow Hare, 363 years, 201 days since the Victory of Lanival the Redeemer.<br /> <br /> The Arthe Dale concert series was a great success, with over 100 concerts and lasting many years, and hopefully meeting its purpose in encouraging the performing arts in Elanthia. Daerlynn was also an early member of the Tavern Troupe Performing Order, eventually becoming Vice Speaker of the Order.<br /> <br /> Her greatest honor was when Baron Gyfford of Therengia traveled to Arthe Dale on a night where Daerlynn was performing at the Inn, and offered her the position of Court Bard of Therengia. She was the first to ever hold this position. The Baron also publicly informed her of the soon to be built Theren Theater, and expected her to use it well. To this day, Daerlynn has a special spot in her heart for the theater in Theren.<br /> <br /> While Court Bard in Theren, Daerlynn continued to run her Arthe Dale concerts. At the same time, she began the Theren Theater Players and, because of the amount of work involved, she took on her first and only apprentice - one with a ton of talent, a willing heart and an affinity for plays - Chabelle! Chabelle hit the ground running and made the Theren Theater and Players a success, instituting a regular series of wonderful plays.<br /> <br /> After many years, Daerlynn was worn out, and decided to take a leave of absence from Elanthia to travel other lands. This absence lasted more years than she expected, but she has once again returned to Elanthia, and once again in the role she loves most, a simple Minstrel singing and performing where ever someone wants a song or a story.<br /> <br /> <br /> <br /> <br /> <br /> {{PCSkills<br /> |Collapse=Yes<br /> }}</div>

DAERLYNN https://elanthipedia.play.net/index.php?title=File:Gypsy.jpg&diff=532503 2020-10-30T16:17:01Z

<p>DAERLYNN: Daerlynn Soulmyste</p> <hr /> <div>Daerlynn Soulmyste</div>

DAERLYNN https://elanthipedia.play.net/index.php?title=Daerlynn&diff=532488 2020-10-30T13:42:31Z

<p>DAERLYNN: </p> <hr /> <div>{{PC<br /> |name=Daerlynn Soulmyste<br /> |race=Human<br /> |gender=Female<br /> |guild=Bard<br /> |instance=Prime<br /> }}<br /> '''Appearance:'''<br /> <br /> Daerlynn has jade eyes, loose brunette hair, and a petite, lithe figure.<br /> <br /> She has an affinity for colorful gyspy attire, wearing a vibrant gypsy skirt cut up high on one hip, a daringly low cut blouse, a hip chain, toe bells, jewelry and beads.<br /> <br /> '''Background:'''<br /> <br /> Daerlynn was raised in an orphanage run by Priestesses of Albreda. Showing an affinity for music and storytelling by age 13 she was teaching music to the younger children at the orphanage. Discovered by a wandering minstrel named Alexander, when she became of age she was apprenticed to him as a Minstrel, and they traveled the roads of many realms, singing and putting on shows. After he was killed in a bandit raid, Daerlynn made her way to Elanthia and joined the Bard guild there.<br /> <br /> Although she struggles at times with the combat requirements of the guild, she is a true devotee to the guild. She loves to entertain, telling stories and singing songs anywhere and everywhere. She also believes in passing along the history of the realms, and in helping the Empaths, Midwives and Healers as much as she can with her healing music.<br /> <br /> Daerlynn's greatest love however has always just been entertaining, and even more, encouraging others to entertain if they so wanted to. To this end, she began a series of concerts at the Arthe Dale Inn which was designed to give a stage to any adventurer that wished to perform. The first Arthe Dale concert was given by Dreamheart in the 6th month of Arhat the Fire Lion in the year of the Crystal Snow Hare, 363 years, 201 days since the Victory of Lanival the Redeemer.<br /> <br /> The Arthe Dale concert series was a great success, with over 100 concerts and lasting many years, and hopefully meeting its purpose in encouraging the performing arts in Elanthia. Daerlynn was also an early member of the Tavern Troupe Performing Order, eventually becoming Vice Speaker of the Order.<br /> <br /> Her greatest honor was when Baron Gyfford of Therengia traveled to Arthe Dale on a night where Daerlynn was performing at the Inn, and offered her the position of Court Bard of Therengia. She was the first to ever hold this position. The Baron also publicly informed her of the soon to be built Theren Theater, and expected her to use it well. To this day, Daerlynn has a special spot in her heart for the theater in Theren.<br /> <br /> While Court Bard in Theren, Daerlynn continued to run her Arthe Dale concerts. At the same time, she began the Theren Theater Players and, because of the amount of work involved, she took on her first and only apprentice - one with a ton of talent, a willing heart and an affinity for plays - Chabelle! Chabelle hit the ground running and made the Theren Theater and Players a success, instituting a regular series of wonderful plays.<br /> <br /> After many years, Daerlynn was worn out, and decided to take a leave of absence from Elanthia to travel other lands. This absence lasted more years than she expected, but she has once again returned to Elanthia, and once again in the role she loves most, a simple Minstrel singing and performing where ever someone wants a song or a story.<br /> <br /> <br /> <br /> <br /> <br /> {{PCSkills<br /> |Collapse=Yes<br /> }}</div>

DAERLYNN https://elanthipedia.play.net/index.php?title=Daerlynn&diff=532469 2020-10-30T04:24:24Z

<p>DAERLYNN: Created page with &quot;{{PC |name=Daerlynn Soulmyste |race=Human |gender=Female |guild=Bard |instance=Prime }} Appearance: Daerlynn has jade eyes, loose brunette hair, and a petite, lithe figure....&quot;</p> <hr /> <div>{{PC<br /> |name=Daerlynn Soulmyste<br /> |race=Human<br /> |gender=Female<br /> |guild=Bard<br /> |instance=Prime<br /> }}<br /> Appearance:<br /> Daerlynn has jade eyes, loose brunette hair, and a petite, lithe figure.<br /> <br /> She has an affinity for colorful gyspy attire, wearing a vibrant gypsy skirt cut up high on one hip, a daringly low cut blouse, a hip chain, toe bells, jewelry and beads.<br /> <br /> Background:<br /> Daerlynn was raised in an orphanage run by Priestesses of Albreda. She showed an affinity for music and storytelling at a very young age, and by age 13 was teaching younger music to the younger children at the orphanage. Discovered by a wandering minstrel named Alexander, when she became of age she was apprenticed to him as a Minstrel, and they traveled the roads of many realms, singing and putting on shows. After he was killed in a bandit raid, Daerlynn made her way to Elanthia and joined the Bard guild there.<br /> <br /> Although she struggles at times with the combat requirements of the guild, she is a true bard who loves to entertain, telling stories and singing songs anywhere and everywhere. She also believed in passing along the history of the realms, and helping the Empaths, Midwives and Healers as much as she can with her healing music.<br /> <br /> Daerlynn's greatest love however was always just entertaining, and even more, encouraging others to entertain if they so wanted to. To this end, she began a series of concerts at the Arthe Dale Inn which was designed to give a stage to any that wished to perform. The first Arthe Dale concert was given by Dreamheart in the 6th month of Arhat the Fire Lion in the year of the Crystal Snow Hare, 363 years, 201 days since the Victory of Lanival the Redeemer.<br /> <br /> The Arthe Dale concert series was a great success, with over 100 concerts lasting many years, and hopefully encouraging many to perform in Elanthia. Daerlynn was also an early member of the Tavern Troupe Performing Order, eventually becoming Vice Speaker.<br /> <br /> Her greatest honor was when Baron Gyfford of Therengia traveled to Arthe Dale on a night where Daerlynn was performing, and offered Daerlynn the position of Court Bard of Therengia, the first to ever hold this position. He also informed her of the soon to be built Theren Theater, and expected her to use it well. To this day, Daerlynn has a special spot in her heart for the theater in Theren.<br /> <br /> While Court Bard in Theren, Daerlynn continued running her Arthe Dale concerts. At the same time, she began the Theren Theater Players and, because it was a lot of work, she took on an apprentice with a ton of talent, a willing heart and an affinity for plays - Chabelle! Chabelle hit the ground running and made the Theren Theater and Players a success, with a regular series of wonderful plays.<br /> <br /> After many years, Daerlynn was tired, and decided to take a leave of absence from Elanthia to travel other lands. This absence lasted more years than she expected, but she has once again returned to Elanthia, and once more in the role she loves most, a simple Minstrel singing and performing where ever someone wants a song or a story.<br /> <br /> <br /> <br /> <br /> <br /> {{PCSkills<br /> |Collapse=Yes<br /> }}</div>

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