Dantia/Logs/20210122 Log

Event Name: Alfar Warrior Appreciation
Event Date & Time: Friday, January 22nd, 10pm EST
Event Location: The Raven's Court, Rose Garden

Whether you are an Empath who regularly calls upon their Alfar Warrior Guardian Spirit or not, the relationship between our Guild and their kind is something to be honored. Join us for a brief discussion on what we know about this relationship, introduce your Alfar companion and meet others, and offer gratitude to those who would defend us until the end. All who would like to acknowledge the contributions these Alfar have made are welcome to attend, regardless of Guild. Questions, please contact Dantia. Directions: In Crossing, from the Raven's Court Foyer move NE, GO DOOR, SW.

[The Raven's Court, Rose Garden]
Roses of all colors grow in carefully tended beds, many mixed in with each other to build a vibrant tapestry of petals. To the north, delicate white petals arranged in a half moon form a bed of Damaris' Dream, while to the west a flurry of pinks indicates the presence of Hodierna's Blush. Lastly, a cluster of Smaragdaus' Glee forms a sea of crimson to the south. A small path winds around the garden, with a wooden sign posted at the entry.
You also see a towering alfar warrior with platinum stars accentuating its skin, a svelte alfar warrior, a slim alfar warrior, a lithe alfar warrior, an alert alfar warrior, a childlike alfar warrior with an awe-struck expression, and an ancient alfar dressed in emissary's robes.
Also here: Holy Titan Rhykin, Healer Korya, Master of Fate Lenaea, Bastion of Life Karthor, Philomath Miskton, Lagen Esturi Nilme, Troupe Cast Member Vixonia, Stelling, Daerlynn, Inspiration Iryta, Agalea, Steelfang, Esotericist Eyst, Squire Elurora, Gridaksma, Claribel, Malykai, Catleena, Mireillere, Ishimmer, Vekara, Frost Princess Nemy, Bone Mender Charmine, Tlus Chudin Ysia, Sea Serpent Aislynn, and Outrider Chrysagon.
Obvious paths: northeast.

You say, "I very much dislike events that do not begin on time, so we're going to go ahead and get started."

You chuckle.

Lenaea looks at you and lets out a hearty cheer on your behalf!

Nilme smiles.

You exclaim, "Welcome everyone, Empaths and otherwise, and thank you for joining us at this appreciation event!"

Stelling looks at you and lets out a hearty cheer on your behalf!

You say, "Any Empath who has formed a bond with a Guardian Spirit is invited to call them to join us today."

You nod to a towering alfar warrior with platinum stars accentuating its skin.

You say, "However, please make sure to COMMAND your WARRIOR TO BEHAVIOR PASSIVE so that they understand this is a non-aggressive gathering. Any who are not able to maintain that control will be politely asked to step outside."

> command warrior to behavior passive
You ask a towering alfar warrior with platinum stars accentuating its skin to try to remain passive.
A towering alfar warrior with platinum stars accentuating its skin smiles and tries to look as harmless as possible.
Roundtime: 2 sec.

Elurora chews on her lip, looking deep in concentration.

You exclaim, "If it helps, do let your Warrior know that I am in the process of organizing an Guardian Spirit combat tournament, so they will have ample opportunity to prove their prowess to each other soon!"

Vixonia flashes a quick grin.

You hum happily to yourself.

Iryta grins at you, her dimples flashing into view.

Claribel looks at you, obviously trying not to grin, but the dimples in her cheeks give her away.

Daerlynn grins.

You grin.

Karthor jots down some notes.

You say, "I think a great place to being would be to introduce our Warriors to one another."

You say, "For those who are unaware, you can learn your companions name by COMMANDing your WARRIOR TO NAME. It will speak it's name to you directly, which you can then share with us."

> command warrior to name
You ask the warrior for its name.

A towering alfar warrior with platinum stars accentuating its skin smiles at you and says quietly, "My name is Ahven. Lovely weather we're having, don't you think?"

You say, "And they like to tell you about the weather."

You chuckle.

Vixonia angles her ears forward in curiosity.

Karthor chuckles.

Vixonia says, "How interesting..."

Daerlynn nods to Vixonia.

You ask, "Now who is this svelte warrior we have with us today?"

You nod to a svelte alfar warrior.

Karthor says, "That there's, er, ZerraZap, of all things."

Karthor chuckles.

You smile at Karthor.

Korya says, "That's a fine name..."

You say, "Well it's a pleasure to meet you, ZerraZap."

Karthor says, "I've no idea how common such a name is among the alfar, but there it is."

You say, "The towering alfar is with me, Ahven."

You hug the towering alfar warrior.
The warrior returns your hug gingerly, being careful not to hurt you with its weapons or armor.

Rhykin grins at you.

Vixonia waves to a towering alfar warrior with platinum stars accentuating its skin.

You say, "Many do not understand the unique relationship that we Empaths share with the Alfar, even some within our Guild."

Frost Princess Nemy just arrived.

You say, "The Alfar are a type of Fae, a creature from another plane, created by the Goddess Faenella."

You tap a whimsical pewter fae charm that you are wearing.

You say, "Legends say that long before even the Imperial Healers Guild was founded, one or more Empaths did a great favor for the Fae."

You say, "The details of this event have been lost to time, but whatever the favor was, it was so great that the Alfar continue to feel indebted to us and still honor our summons many generations later."

Lenaea smiles.

You say, "Indeed, my introduction to Ahven came about because I found an item that had been lost to its people for many years. Ahven promised that he would come whenever I should call, forever in my debt."

You nod to a towering alfar warrior with platinum stars accentuating its skin.

You hopefully exclaim, "Perhaps someone here tonight will be inspired to investigate this relationship further. I know I would certainly love to hear more about it from an aspiring Guild researcher!"

Karthor nods in agreement.

You proudly say, "Before we continue, I have the honor of introducing Langen Esturi Nilme Iondu'il, of the Tavern Troupe, who has written a song especially for this event."

Nilme smiles.

You respectfully say to Nilme, "The stage is yours."

(Nilme walks over to a spot where she is easily seen, smiles softly and sits down. She lovingly retrieves a lap harp and positions it carefully. Leaning her ear close, she quietly plucks a string or two to insure it is in tune before looking up and smiling at you.)

(Nilme nods slightly in approval.)

Nilme recites:

"I'm honored to be here with you. My song is simply entitled, "The Guardian."

(Nilme bows her head slightly in reverence.)

Nilme effortlessly begins a quiet psalm on her lap harp, her eyes sparkling with pride at her hard-won skill.

Nilme reverently sings in a soprano voice:

"I call to you when danger's close and I find myself in need.
Tranquil, graceful, stern or majestic, you arrive to intercede.
Silent protector at my side, all harm to me you will impede.
Your faithfulness a mystery, you honor a forgotten deed."

(Nilme's fingers glide over the strings of her harp, a delicate melody blending with her voice and rising into the air.)

Nilme respectfully sings in a soprano voice:

"I thank you, my Alfar Warrior.
This ancient debt you feel you owe-
That holds you to this life I lead,
In far more ways than I can say,
Was paid in full so long ago."

(Nilme emphasizes her words with the music flowing from her harp.)

Nilme solemnly sings in a soprano voice:

"My enemies fall one by one, and to your strength they must concede.
Ethereal or imposing, with little effort, you succeed.
When I am faced with those who'd hurt me, you step in with ernest speed.
That you come at my summons, to what bargain did the fae accede?"

(Nilme's hand pauses above the strings allowing the tones to resonate briefly, then plays an intricate passage leading into the chorus.)

Nilme respectfully sings in a soprano voice:

"I thank you, my stalwart Champion.
This ancient debt you feel you owe-
That holds you to this life I lead,
In far more ways than I can say,
Was paid in full so long ago."

(Nilme meets the eyes of one of the warriors and returns its smile.)

Nilme gratefully sings in a soprano voice:

"Your weapons ever at the ready as into battle you proceed.
Whether fierce or serene your unspoken warning my foe must heed.
Your watchful eyes stay fixed upon me while I tend to those who bleed.
I ponder about the code of honor that holds you to your creed."

With a slight tremor in her voice, Nilme reprises the last few words of the chorus of her infectious tune, drawing out the final note of each phrase and letting it gradually fade.

(Nilme's underlying chords become more prominent and the entire song more uplifting.)

Nilme respectfully sings in a soprano voice:

"I thank you, my Guardian Spirit,
This ancient debt you feel you owe-
That holds you to this life I lead,
In far more ways than I can say,
Was paid in full so long ago."

Sea Serpent Aislynn just arrived.

(Nilme's melody gradually diminishes, its tempo slowly winding down and harmonies resolving as the song nears it's conclusion.)

Nilme softly sings in a soprano voice:

"Yes, This ancient debt you feel you owe..."

Nilme slowly sings in a soprano voice:

"Was paid in full so long ago."

Nilme seems to be waiting for something.

(Nilme's voice fades into a respectful silence.)

Nilme finishes playing a quiet psalm on her lap harp.

Lenaea applauds.

Raising her Katamba-black whiskey to Nilme, Iryta gives her a toast.

Elurora looks at Nilme and applauds!

Nilme stands up.

Raising his Bardic blue wine to Nilme, Stelling gives her a toast.

Raising her Troupe coffee to Nilme, Lenaea gives her a toast.

Nilme sinks into a deep curtsy.

Ysia looks at Nilme and applauds!

Raising his Troupe Reserve ale to Nilme, Karthor gives her a toast.

Steelfang says, "So many alfar.. they should have a tea party."

Daerlynn applauds.

Claribel beams at Nilme!

Claribel looks at Nilme and applauds!

Nilme smiles.

Catleena beams at Nilme!

Iryta beams at Nilme!

Daerlynn lets out a hearty cheer for Nilme!

Vixonia lets out a loud "Huzzah!" for Nilme!

Eyst looks at Nilme and applauds!

Raising his Katamba-black whiskey to Nilme, Steelfang gives her a toast.

Daerlynn praises Nilme.

Vixonia looks at Nilme and applauds!

Catleena lets out a loud "Huzzah!" for Nilme!

Miskton applauds.

Nilme smiles.

An ancient alfar dressed in emissary's robes says, "Ah, so this is the place."

Elurora says to Nilme, "That was a really pretty song, Miss. And your harp is pretty too."

Mireillere lets out a hearty cheer for Nilme!

Lenaea bows to an ancient alfar dressed in emissary's robes.

Nilme blushes, the tips of her ears turning a delicate scarlet hue.

You beam at Nilme!

Nilme says to Elurora, "Thank you so much."

Karthor waves to an ancient alfar dressed in emissary's robes.

Claribel says to Nilme, "Yes, it really was, exactly as Miss Elu said."

You smile.

Eyst gives an ancient alfar dressed in emissary's robes a studious look.

You appreciatively exclaim to Nilme, "Very beautiful, thank you so much for sharing that with us!"

Nilme smiles at Claribel.

Nilme smiles at you.

An ancient alfar dressed in emissary's robes says, "Dantia, I would like to thank you for this organization. Your words of praise traveled far. "

You smile.

You say, "You do us the honor of joining us today."

Eyst says, "This one doesn't look quite so martial."

Karthor nods in agreement.

> look ancient alfar
Bent and wrinkled, the creature's milky eyes betray a glimmer of humor. Dressed in elegant emissary's robes cut to allow its frail wings to protrude, the alfar leans on a gnarled wooden staff, softly smiling.

You nod to an ancient alfar dressed in emissary's robes.

The emissary bows respectfully.

An ancient alfar dressed in emissary's robes says, "It is, and always has been, our pleasure to serve."

You beam!

You say, "WIth that performance completed, we will continue."

You smile.

You say, "The strength of the Empath and Alfar relationship has even transcended Guilds. For the last several years, there have been a number of Moon Mage visions involving a blue-clad Empath and her Warrior, putting their companionship on full display."

Miskton gets a worn chestnut leather journal embossed with a lotus blossom from inside his scholar's valise.

Miskton opens his leather journal.

Miskton jots down some notes.

You get a length of blue batik fabric from inside your blue backpack.

You say, "Over the course of nearly a dozen visions, this duo was shown standing their ground in defense against an ever growing number of soldiers..."

Iryta ponders.

Elurora gazes thoughtfully at you.

Iryta leans forward and rests her chin in her hand and directs a thoughtful expression at you.

Karthor strokes his beard in thoughtful contemplation.

You exclaim, "...and if you have not witnessed the capacity for a combat-trained Empath and their Warrior to defend themselves, it truly is something amazing to behold!"

Vixonia angles her ears forward, gazing curiously at you.

Miskton closes his leather journal.

Mireillere nods at you, obviously agreeing with your views.

Aislynn nods to you.

Catleena grins, revealing her dimples.

You quietly say, "But despite their perserverence, these two were overcome. The Empath was murdered, and her Warrior was tortured and chained, forced to watch her as she succumbed to wounds too great for healing."

Daerlynn gazes at you.

Agalea nods at you, obviously agreeing with your views.

A pained expression crosses Aislynn's face.

Vixonia's ears droop for a moment.

Iryta frowns.

Lenaea frowns.

Karthor frowns.

Miskton frowns.

Daerlynn sighs.

You sadly say, "It was a heartbreaking vision, but especially for those of us who work so closely with our Warriors. Indeed anyone with a particularly strong bond with a friend, family member, or spouse can imagine the horror of being forced to watch them die..."

You sigh.

Iryta chews on her lip, looking deep in concentration.

Claribel studies the ground for a moment.

You firmly say, "But... the tenacity of the Warrior's spirit would not be defeated. The Alfar broke free, tracked down those responsible for the Empaths murder, and exacted its revenge in incredible displays of stealth and combat."

Ysia shivers.

You nod to an ancient alfar dressed in emissary's robes.

You tap a length of blue batik fabric that you are holding.

You say, "...all with a strip of blue tied in commemoration around its bicep."

Elurora chews on her lip, looking deep in concentration.

You say, "Eventually, with the fire of revenge finally cooled, the Warrior discarded its blade and fell to weeping."

The emissary nods in agreement.

You quietly say, "The last we saw of it, it was untying the now-faded strip of blue from its arm."

You rub a length of blue batik fabric.

You reverently say, "This is why we gather here today."

Vixonia nods.

You put your fabric in your blue backpack.

You say, "The relationship between an Empath and Warrior is not simply one of convenience, but one of deep respect, trust, and unwaivering commitment. We owe it to them to show our appreciation for all that they give for us."

The emissary smiles at Dantia and nods in agreement.

You say, "I'd like to invite Iryta and Daerlynn, both of the Tavern Troupe Performing Order, to share a very special performance they have prepared for us... with a little aid from Nilme and myself."

You nod to Iryta.

You nod to Daerlynn.

Nilme grins.

Nilme stands up.

Iryta stands up.

Iryta dusts herself off.

Daerlynn smiles.

Iryta gets a flamewood violin with inlaid ebony swirls over the body from inside her musician's case.

Iryta gets a polished rakazel instrument bow inlaid with tiny obsidian eighth notes from inside her musician's case.

Nilme smiles.

Daerlynn stands near Nilme.
Nilme gets an inlaid pearwood naqqara from inside her musician's case.

You take in a great breath of air.

You slowly and deliberately empty your filled lungs.

Nilme gets a cherry drum stick from inside her musician's case.

(Dantia strolls quietly and sedately to the center of the room, taking a seat and crossing her legs over each other, settling her hands in her lap and gazing down at her open palms contemplatively.)

(Daerlynn begins with a low drone on her cittern, then begins to play a driving beat above it in an intricate pattern, gazing at Nilme with a smile, challenging her to add to the complex rhythm.)

(Nilme gives a quick grin first to Daerlynn, then to Dantia as she takes her drum stick in hand and begins to play her naqqara, the deep sound of the percussion complementing the sound of the cittern.)

Nilme begins a confident bolero on her pearwood naqqara.

Daerlynn picks up the pace of her chant, letting each measure roll after the other with a simple grace excelled only by the precision at which she performs it.