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	===The Enchante Journals===		===The Enchante Journals===
	===A Chronicle of Music and Magic===		==A Chronicle of Music and Magic==
	By Elesigis Arilafrei		''By Elesigis Arilafrei ''

	~~'''~~Introduction~~'''~~		===Introduction===

	Bards are the storytellers and lorekeepers of the		Bards are the storytellers and lorekeepers of the
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	and the song known now as "Eillie's Cry."		and the song known now as "Eillie's Cry."

	~~'''~~Volume VI~~'''~~		===Volume VI===

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	This is a tale of love and tragedy, of hope and death		This is a tale of love and tragedy, of hope and death
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	gentle, kind soul. She tended to the ill and		gentle, kind soul. She tended to the ill and
	protected the weak.		protected the weak.


	And of course, she was beautiful beyond mere mortal		And of course, she was beautiful beyond mere mortal
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	prize and treasure of attainable in the lands -- the		prize and treasure of attainable in the lands -- the
	hand of dear Eillie.		hand of dear Eillie.

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	So the suitors came and the suitors went, none more		So the suitors came and the suitors went, none more
	successful than those who came before, or those who		successful than those who came before, or those who
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	Years passed, but Eillie grew no less lovely.		Years passed, but Eillie grew no less lovely.

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	And then came one suitor in particular, seeking the		And then came one suitor in particular, seeking the
	affections of Eillie. She, of course, spurned him,		affections of Eillie. She, of course, spurned him,
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	He killed Eillie, striking her dead for refusing him.		He killed Eillie, striking her dead for refusing him.

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	With this, Eillie became a spirit. In death, she was		With this, Eillie became a spirit. In death, she was
	possessed of the same unflinching determination and		possessed of the same unflinching determination and
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	beauty and his love of her to destroy the vestiges of		beauty and his love of her to destroy the vestiges of
	sanity within him before his death.		sanity within him before his death.

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	But Eillie was not contented with this. Her ghostly		But Eillie was not contented with this. Her ghostly
	desire for revenge was not sated... not by far.		desire for revenge was not sated... not by far.
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	how many men she came to, and how many corpses she		how many men she came to, and how many corpses she
	left in her wake.		left in her wake.

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	Sometimes it would be an enchanting woman seen		Sometimes it would be an enchanting woman seen
	through the fog in the distance... and as one runs		through the fog in the distance... and as one runs
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	each warrior that went to Eillie to defeat her became		each warrior that went to Eillie to defeat her became
	yet another victim of her vengeance.		yet another victim of her vengeance.


	Then came Desodren.		Then came Desodren.

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	burden of sadness and solitude. The songs and poems		burden of sadness and solitude. The songs and poems
	he wrote reflected this condition.		he wrote reflected this condition.


	Desodren at some point heard of the tale of Eillie,		Desodren at some point heard of the tale of Eillie,
	of what had happened to her and what she was now		of what had happened to her and what she was now
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	to remain hidden. She welcomed and enjoined others		to remain hidden. She welcomed and enjoined others
	to find her, that she might take their lives.		to find her, that she might take their lives.

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	But unlike all the others who had come before him,		But unlike all the others who had come before him,
	Desodren sought neither to love Eillie, nor to		Desodren sought neither to love Eillie, nor to
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	out his intent, he sat upon the ground and began to		out his intent, he sat upon the ground and began to
	play.		play.


	He soon began to sing, as well, a truly beautiful		He soon began to sing, as well, a truly beautiful
	song with words that pierce the heart... he sang to		song with words that pierce the heart... he sang to
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	Bard, his face and voice so full of despair. As she		Bard, his face and voice so full of despair. As she
	wept, she slowly faded away from the world.		wept, she slowly faded away from the world.


	Eillie never killed again. She had finally found the		Eillie never killed again. She had finally found the
	peace and the rest that all spirits deserve. And		peace and the rest that all spirits deserve. And
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	it was always through the fog, or at night, or at a		it was always through the fog, or at night, or at a
	distance, and the identity was never confirmed.		distance, and the identity was never confirmed.


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	Our chronicles of Bardic magic are continued in the		Our chronicles of Bardic magic are continued in the
	next volume.		next volume.

	By my hand,		By my hand, <br>
	Elesigis Arilafrei		''Elesigis Arilafrei ''
	[[Category:Book]]		[[Category:Book]]

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	and the song known now as "Eillie's Cry."		and the song known now as "Eillie's Cry."

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==The Enchante Journals===
===A Chronicle of Music and Magic===
By Elesigis Arilafrei

'''Introduction'''

Bards are the storytellers and lorekeepers of the
land, but too often we have forgotten the truths of
our own past. There are fascinating tales behind the
music and magic that so defines what and who we are
as Bards; tales largely unknown. For that reason, my
companions and I have taken it upon ourselves to
create these chronicles, what we have called the
"Enchante Journals."

In this endeavor, this vast undertaking, I have been
aided by the following noble Bards: Hildart Sverul,
craftsman of Hibarnhvidar and master of the Dwarven
epics; Nereeth Gethaelt, wandering singer and
performer and entertainer of children; Endirek
Chydaku, of the Order of Kalodi. In this volume of
our chronicles, we tell the fabled tale of Eillie,
and the song known now as "Eillie's Cry."

''Volume VI''

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This is a tale of love and tragedy, of hope and death
and sorrow. But it is also one of the most powerful
legends we Bards can speak of. It is the tale of
Eillie and Desodren.

Ages upon ages ago, there lived a priestess named
Eillie De'Tegotais. Eillie was a fierce and strong-
willed woman, with the fires of Everild raging within
her. She could fight, and defeat, the finest male
warriors of the time. But yet she was still a
gentle, kind soul. She tended to the ill and
protected the weak.

And of course, she was beautiful beyond mere mortal
words. With steel-grey eyes, she looked out from the
most lovely face, crowned by a river of flowing gold-
red tresses. Many, many men -- more men than years
have passed since this story took place -- tried to
suit this wondrous and gorgeous creature. But none
were successful.

Eillie would take the hand of no man, so devoted was
she to her cause and her gods. This was the
proclamation she made... and yet, it did not ever
halt the deluge of suitors that sought the greatest
prize and treasure of attainable in the lands -- the
hand of dear Eillie.

So the suitors came and the suitors went, none more
successful than those who came before, or those who
came after. Eillie remained steadfast, devoted to
her beliefs.

Years passed, but Eillie grew no less lovely.

And then came one suitor in particular, seeking the
affections of Eillie. She, of course, spurned him,
like all the rest. But unlike the others, he would
not accept his fate. He tried and tried and tried
yet again for Eillie's hand, being rejected each
time, until he could take it no longer.

He killed Eillie, striking her dead for refusing him.

With this, Eillie became a spirit. In death, she was
possessed of the same unflinching determination and
resolve which marked her in life. Only now was the
quest changed -- revenge. She sought the death of he
who had taken everything from her.

Eillie began haunting him, tormenting him, driving
him to the brink of madness, until at last he could
do nothing else but take his own life. She used her
beauty and his love of her to destroy the vestiges of
sanity within him before his death.

But Eillie was not contented with this. Her ghostly
desire for revenge was not sated... not by far.

Eillie became a demonic force. She began hunting
down men, using her alluring beauty to destroy their
minds and cause them to either be lured to their
deaths, or to take their own lives. We do not know
how many men she came to, and how many corpses she
left in her wake.

Sometimes it would be an enchanting woman seen
through the fog in the distance... and as one runs
to her, one would find himself tumbling from a
cliffside. Othertimes it would be an ethereal beauty
tugging at the heart-strings of two men, prompting
them to duel to the death over her love, with the end
result being both of them lying, bloodied and dying,
upon the ground. Eillie's methods were frequently
cruel and her deaths were seldom neat and painless.

Many men sought her out again, now, though for
entirely different reasons. Now they sought to
destroy her, to end the existence of this wrathful
and murderous being. She welcomed their advances
now, for she was stronger than them in death, and
each warrior that went to Eillie to defeat her became
yet another victim of her vengeance.

Then came Desodren.

Desodren was a young Human Bard, born in a village
located in what is now northern Therengia. He had
not made much of a name for himself, except that he
was a morose man who was very much alone, and filled
with a sadness because of that. From what we know,
his family and friends were lost to death at a very
young age. And so he went through life with that
burden of sadness and solitude. The songs and poems
he wrote reflected this condition.

Desodren at some point heard of the tale of Eillie,
of what had happened to her and what she was now
doing. And so at the age of twenty three, he began a
journey south to see this remarkable Eillie who had
taken so many lives and broken so many hearts.

He found her, of course, because Eillie did not seek
to remain hidden. She welcomed and enjoined others
to find her, that she might take their lives.

But unlike all the others who had come before him,
Desodren sought neither to love Eillie, nor to
destroy her. He was unlike any of the others she had
ever before encountered, and because of this, the
wraith was perplexed.

Desodren did not come as a suitor or as a killer...
he brought neither gifts to win the heart, nor spells
or swords to vanquish the vengeful soul. He brought
only his harp. And while Eillie attempted to puzzle
out his intent, he sat upon the ground and began to
play.

He soon began to sing, as well, a truly beautiful
song with words that pierce the heart... he sang to
Eillie, and he eased the hurt and the anger, the
desire for bloody revenge, that had kept her clinging
for so long to the lands. His melodies eased her
suffering and he conveyed to her, in a way that
simple speech cannot, that she was not alone.

Desodren's music touched Eillie in a way that nothing
else ever had before. And she wept, her ghostly
tears falling upon the ground before the singing
Bard, his face and voice so full of despair. As she
wept, she slowly faded away from the world.

Eillie never killed again. She had finally found the
peace and the rest that all spirits deserve. And
Desodren? He did not die, for no body was found.
But no one saw him again, either, though his song
became legendary. Some people told tales that they
saw a Bard that matched Desodren's description, but
it was always through the fog, or at night, or at a
distance, and the identity was never confirmed.

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Our chronicles of Bardic magic are continued in the
next volume.

By my hand,
Elesigis Arilafrei
[[Category:Book]]