Silvyrfrost
| Silvyrfrost Emiliax | |
|---|---|
| Status: | Alive |
| Guild: | Bard |
| Race: | Elf |
| Gender: | Female |
| Location: | The Crossing (Ranik Map 1d) |
| Type: | guild leader, author |
| Associates: | Tasdrean, Siryn, Macfrae, Ezruh, Selinthesa, Yaziyi, Lileyew |
| Relatives: | Savrin (mother) |
| Tasks: | delivery |
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Trading Card Image
This card depicts the Elven Bard Guild Leader Silvyrfrost as she instructs a group of novice Bards. Her short frame enhanced by propping one foot on a battered wooden chair in front of the seated class, she raises her voice in song while playing her fiddle, entrancing her gape-mouthed circle of listeners. A broken cutlass on a maple display glimmers fitfully in the lamplight, unable to outshine the fiery hair and spirit possessed by the leader of Zoluren's Bards.
About Silvyrfrost
Silvyrfrost is the Bard Guildleader in The Crossing. She was at Siryn's side when Tenebraus's blade killed Siryn the day the new guildhall was to open.
Appearance
Normal
You see Guildleader Silvyrfrost Emiliax, an Elf.
She has pointed ears and mismatched eyes, one silver and one crystal blue. Her red hair is very long and curly, and is worn loose. She has rosy skin.
She is young for an Elf.
She is in good shape.
She is holding a glass of Elven wine in her right hand.
She is wearing a silvery rose, a daringly-cut sapphire blue silk bodice pinned with a discreet silver badge, a jadeite gwethdesuan, a heavy midnight blue baladrana with silver embroidery trim, a pair of soft cobalt silk slippers, a silver Bardic signet ring set with a shimmering sapphire, a stunning gown of rich sapphirine silk woven with subtly darkened threads along the dagged cuffs and hem and a small silver Bardic Spirit Knot pendant.
At the Twilight Ball
You see Guildleader Silvyrfrost Emiliax, an Elven Bard.
Silvyrfrost has pointed ears and mismatched eyes, one silver and the other crystal blue. Her red hair is very long and curly, and is worn loose. She has rosy skin.
She is in her prime for an Elf.
She is in good shape.
She is holding a glass of Twilight wine in her right hand and a violet-tinted glass of champagne in her left.
She is wearing a Twilight gladiolus corsage accented with flowing violet ribbons, a delicate platinum choker with a marquis cut sapphire pendant, a midnight blue silk ballgown spangled with tiny crystal bead stars and some fine silk dress slippers with low heels accented by scattered crystal beads.
On 10/2/13
You see Guildleader Silvyrfrost Emiliax, an Elven Bard.
Silvyrfrost has pointed ears and mismatched eyes, one silver and the other crystal blue. Her red hair is very long and curly, and is worn arranged in an intricate Elven braid. She has rosy skin.
She appears to be mature.
She is in good shape.
She is wearing a kyanite gwethdesuan, a jadeite gwethdesuan, a small silver Bardic Spirit Knot pendant, a messenger satchel, a deep blue cotton tunic embroidered with the Bards' Guild crest on one sleeve, a platinum neithrel band embellished with diamonds, a blue leather scabbard embossed with the crest of the Bard guild, a pair of rich blue linen pants and a pair of tailored leather boots.
Books Authored
Silvyrfrost is a prominent author in Kermoria having written several volumes:
Bard Introduction Speech
The Leader Silvyrfrost smiles, her hands resting on her fiddle. "Once, a long time ago, the Bards were abundant throughout the land. Keepers of history, it was their task to make sure that the stories and legends of what had been, remained.
"When the Dragon Priests came, they were at first looked upon with respect. They were as remarkably curious about history as Bards, and at first our Guild assumed that our relations with them would be peaceful...harmonious."
A pained look crosses her face.
"When Dzree arrived and usurped the gentle Sh'kial, she began to twist the history both sides wished to preserve. Appalled, the Bards voiced their concerns, and were told to either follow, or die."
She lets out a long sigh and smiles at you, whispering, "You can guess what we chose."
"The line was drawn between us and them. They, however, outnumbered us. The Bards were slaughtered without mercy, dwindling down to a thinning number of refugees and rogue scholars. The rest of the tale is...legendary. It has taken us a long time to rebuild ourself now that Dzree's reign has ended, but we have succeeded at last. This is our Guild. It was built on the bones of war, the mortar mixed with blood and tears."
"As we were before, we shall be again. I invite you into our ranks."
She smiles and leans back once more.
"Bards!" the Leader Silvyrfrost says. "Bards are the best profession in the lands! We got instruments, we got great voices, we got good spells, AND we can even fight." She beams at you. "Not to mention we can charm the breeches offa anyone around. Even Dwarven bards!
"Why, I knew one once who had this haunted helmet that used to give him songs to sing...but that's another story." The Leader Silvyrfrost smiles innocently and whistles to herself.
"Anyway," she continues, "if adventure is what you seek and the wandering life what you desire, then the road of a bard is what you should take! Better than any minstrel, smarter than any two-bit street singer...we are THE best."
Silvyrfrost suddenly bursts into song:
- "In the city there's many who'll tell you life's hard.
- But take it from me, (the city's top Bard),
- If you want to have fun and fame and some coin,
- Then the Bard guild's the one I think you should JOIN!
- "We're smarter than Barbarians who life gladly leaves,
- We're less serious than Mages, we're a bit like the Thieves,
- For hearts we will steal and kisses purloin,
- And to be one of us all you must do is JOIN!
- "We don't wince when we walk, with injuries galore,
- We don't smell like incense or stand covered in gore,
- We don't tote around crystals or drive mules down the way,
- Tho' the open road's ours -- so JOIN us today!"
- "Yes the open road's yours -- so JOIN us today!"
Grinning, Silvyrfrost winks at you as she finishes.
For just under a year you train with Silvyrfrost, learning all she can teach you and all you are willing to learn. With other classmates, you come close to weeping as the ballad of Kanton and Sorril is recited, along with other myriad tales. One day, she places a hand on your shoulder and says, "It's time. I've taught ye all I can for the most part. But now, stay and listen so that I may impart some final wisdom unto ya."
"Ah, Bard," she says. "It's been a good time frae you and I here at the guild. But now tis time to let the kestrel soar. First, however, I wish to impart my wisdom -- albeit limited -- to ye."
"First, I'll be teaching you a song of your choice once we're done talking. There'll be more in the future. When the proper time comes, we'll impart this knowledge to you, but not until then."
"You should also know that your instrument is your life, in many ways. It will be the vessel for your magic for some songs. I recommend that you learn the stringed instrument skill for now, since many songs shall depend upon it."
"Fatigue, concentration, skill, and remaining true to bardic ways will ensure that you are successful in your life. You will find soon that there are scrolls for sale at local shops from which you may learn common songs and that, eventually, when you are older, you will be able to teach these songs to other bards." She hums to herself.
"Now to start y'rself off right," Silvyrfrost says, "make sure ye find y'rself some armor suited to ye and a good weapon if ye have not already, so's y'r trainin' can start right quick. Share with others all ye be learnin'; the Bard's greatest lust is the thirst for knowledge, and knowledge is not a thing easily contained."
Her eyes sparkle as she lapses for a moment into reminiscence. "Ah, what a fine <type> voice you have, Bard. I have given ya the first steps t'usin' it, but I recommend ya get to usin' it much more after leaving here. You may find after singing too much that ye'll need to get a drink and rest yer voice. This is only natural, and ye should welcome it as a welcome respite frae performin'." She winks at you.
"Before you leave, I impart you with the chance to learn one enchante from me. Simply ASK me ABOUT MAGIC in order to see those you may learn, but be warned that once I teach you one of these enchantes, you will need to gain more in skill and strength before you are able to learn another."
"Get going now," she says. "I hope to see you back here again soon."