Mendira/Performances/Black Spire Bardic Evocation

Event Name: Black Spire Bardic Evocation

Event Instance: Prime

Real Date: 2021-10-30

Game Date of Event: 439-09-30

Point of View: Mendira

[The Black Spire, Temple of the World Dragon] The smell of incense is intense and choking in this circular chamber at the top of the tower. Numerous black candles cast a flickering light over a large block of black stone. The image of the World Dragon, meticulously carved in granite, supports the altar in its giant maw. Plain, wooden kneelers have been placed in front of a large tapestry that covers the opposite wall. You also see a wispy phantom thrall that appears rather calm, a smokey grey leopard with hypnotic crimson eyes and flecks of ashes on her fur that appears rather calm, a blue-eyed ebony kitten, a ghostly white banner and a steep stairway. Also here: a calmed Atuen who is shrouded in ghostly flames, a calmed Song Phoenix Hoshii, a calmed Lady of Elamiri Ayrell who has a stony visage, a calmed Martial Artist Dytt, a calmed Mountain Lord Ezerak, a calmed Aes-Amachi Casari, a calmed Shield Maiden Betlind who is shining with a dark golden glow, a calmed Yraggahh, a calmed Langen Esturi Nilme, a calmed Inquisitor Whiteburn who is shrouded by swirling grey fog, a calmed Vanzok, a calmed Zalinyar, a calmed Hodierna's Fist Kaelie, a calmed Arch Hunter Hanryu, a calmed Sephetis, a calmed Woten who has a fiery visage, a calmed Ghost Sorhhn, a calmed Tidal Mixer Eyst, a calmed Scout Gamalon who is sitting, a calmed Soul Surgeon Zynell who is emanating a bright holy aura, a calmed Depth Preserver Lupdels, a calmed Mazrian who has a stony visage, a calmed True Bard Navesi and a calmed Boltproof Brisknite who has coalesced into a battle of light and shadow, each warring for dominance. Obvious exits: none. You are Dancer Mendira Huns of Zaldi Taipa, an Elf. You have pointed ears and large expressive faded lilac eyes. Your dark brown hair is hip length and silky, and is worn braided and deftly woven with a diacan haedor. You have warm caramel-hued skin and a sylphlike figure. You are statuesque for an Elf. A herd of itty bitty bronze bovines cavorting around an aurora tourmaline sun float lazily around your right arm, glowing with a lustrous sheen against your skin. You are an adult. You have several interlocking rings of green jade that pierce the flesh to follow along your right eyebrow, each notched in even intervals and rubbed with indigo. Your shoulder has a tattoo of a brightly colored songbird darting through a cascade of musical notes. You have some faint scars along the head, some faint scars along the neck, an occasional twitching in the right arm, some faint scars along the left arm, an occasional twitching in the right leg, some tiny scars across the left leg, some faint scars along the right hand, some faint scars along the left hand, an occasional twitching in the chest area, some tiny scars across the abdomen, some faint scars along the back, some faint scars along the right eye, some faint scars along the left eye, some faint scars along the skin. You are wearing a red wool shawl embroidered with ravens in flight, a backless black leather gown tailored to fit snugly from shoulder to hip, a gold neithrel band fastened with five silver chains and some slouchy knee-high boots with low heels. Navesi says, "I will place the crossbow upon the altar, and then we will join our voices in song. As we do so, send your mind and ability into the past with me. Bounce off of one another, use our resonance to delve strongly together." You are now singing chorus with Navesi. Eyst stands near a steep stairway. You nod to Navesi. Zynell gets a crisp sheet of white paper edged in gold foil from inside her encompassing shadows. Navesi says, "Sorhhn here was once a sacrifice of theirs. Sorhhn, please also stand near the altar." Zynell puts her paper in a swirling eddy of incandescent light bound by a gold-striated coralite frame. Eyst glances at Sorhhn. Zynell gets a creamy sheet of opaque paper from inside her dragon-shaped sack. (Sorhhn walks to the altar, his blade bared.) The burnt incense goes out and crumbles away. Yraggahh moves over to guard Sorhhn. Zynell gets a feather quill from inside her dragon-shaped sack. Navesi says, "Gaze upon him, touch his hand if it helps you, and use your senses through him. It may help." Whiteburn casually observes the area. You smile at Sorhhn. Hoshii gazes at Sorhhn. Navesi says, "Now, prepare to SING WITH me." Lupdels gazes about, drinking in his surroundings. Sorhhn's tail undulates in an agitated fashion. Dytt gazes at Sorhhn. Whiteburn gazes at Sorhhn. After tapping the tip of his haledroth nodachi on the ground, Yraggahh flips the nodachi in mid-air, catching it once again by the grip to hold it directly in front of his body. Woten whispers something to Mazrian. Lupdels gazes about, drinking in his surroundings. Dytt draws forth a triple-fullered haralun broadsword bearing a nacre hilt. Hanryu searches around for a moment. Nilme fiddles with the chain on her neithrel band. A wispy phantom thrall lurks protectively behind Atuen. (Navesi gazes grimly about the area for a few moments, then takes a deep breath. She walks stiffly to the altar and places the crossbow upon it, laying one hand on it with no small amount of distaste on her face. After a moment, though, she stills her face and begins to sing.) Woten chuckles. A chorus of voices join with Navesi's leading soprano as she sings: "Theatrically Warriors of music, art, and insight, Keepers of precious memory, We raise our voices and all our might, What lay hidden we seek to see." Whiteburn observes Navesi with fascination. Gamalon puts his runestone in his thigh bag. A chorus of voices join with Navesi's leading soprano as she sings: "As one, we send our sight into the past, Our focus this unified chant. Voices gathered, this is our antecast, Our method resonant." (Sorhhn extends his arm, allowing the tip of his blade to rest on the altar, but keeps the weapon in his hand.) (Navesi gently reaches out with her other hand and takes Sorhhn's, her eyes closing as she begins concentrating.) Mazrian nods at Woten, obviously agreeing with his views. Woten chuckles. A chorus of voices join with Navesi's leading soprano as she sings: "Show us the doings of the Dragon Priests, All their evil machinations. Show us the stirring of their hidden beast, And the growth of their fell nation." (Dytt places her hand on Sorhhn's shoulder) Navesi whispers to your group, "If any other Bards wish to sing a verse of their own, let me know please!" (Lupdels glances his hand on Sorhhn's shoulder as well.) Hoshii looks at Navesi and blanches. A chorus of voices join with Navesi's leading soprano as she sings: "We focus, hone our sonority, Hear our booming refrain! In vibrations are our authority, Make this our domain!" Navesi gazes about, drinking in her surroundings. Hanryu searches around for a moment. (Sorhhn looks visibly uncomfortable at all of the touching, but remains still.) Hoshii gives Sorhhn a crooked grin. Navesi exclaims, "Search your minds, Bards. Search for the past of this place! Evoke whatever you can!"