Lissanda

Lissanda Chevare
Status:	Dead
Guild:	Bard
Race:	Elf
Gender:	Female

Lissanda Chevare, elven bard, sister of Darsanya and sister-in-law to Prayk.

Appearance

You see Lissanda Chevare, an Elf.
She has dark eyes, long curly blue-black hair that is loose, and fair skin.
She is young for an Elf.
She has a tattoo of deep blue bite marks on her right wrist.
She is in good shape.

She is holding some bones in her right hand.
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.

Lissanda, a song telling her story, by Daerlynn Soulmyste

"Bards, turn thy face to me

     Incline thine ears to me

     Let me now tell you a

     Story of love."

    "Love that was strong and brave

     Love for the Realms to save

     Denying Sorrow the

     Thing that he craves."

    "For he searched for a tone

     And in her was it's home

     She gave but naught to him

     To save us all."

    "Beating and scarring her

     Killing and raising her

     Over and over to

     Break down her will."

    "Through out the endless pain

     Her love refused to wane

     Sorrow could not break the

     Strength of her heart."

    "For he searched for a tone

     And in her was it's home

     She gave but naught to him

     To save us all."

    "Fin'ly his puppet mage

     In his frustrated rage

     Destroyed her body and

     Killed her once more."

    "To Urrem'tier's embrace

     Seeking Elyhaar's face

     She cheated Sorrow and

     Walked her Road home."

    "For he searched for a tone

     And in her was it's home

     She gave but naught to him

     To save us all."

    "Let us remember her

     Pray for and honor her

     To do as she did and

     Give of our love."

    "He seeks to destroy Bards

     Searching for some rewards

     'member Lissanda and

     Do not give in."

    "For he still seeks his tone

     A Bard may be it's home

     But he will not conquer us

     We will live on."

    "For he still seeks his tone

     A Bard may be it's home

     But he will not conquer us

     We will live on."