The Arthe Dale Concert and Performing Series/Syleen/1-3-2004

Syleen Concert, 1/3/2004, Daerlynn’s Concert Series, Arthe Hollow Inn, as transcribed by Mykk Dalys.<br>

It has been 374 years, 309 days since the Victory of Lanival the Redeemer. It is the 8th month of Skullcleaver the Dwarven Axe in the year of the Amber Phoenix. It is currently fall and it is early morning. You feel somewhat certain it's somewhere about the Anlas of Hodierna's Blessing.<br>

A thick bank of clouds obscures nearly all of the sky above.

Location

[Arthe Hollow Inn, Common Room]

The room is filled with long, low tables and stools, where several people sit eating hearty bowls of Arthe Hollow's popular lamb stew. A large stone fireplace dominates one wall. Daisy Burdock, the inn's cook and waitress, crosses the room carrying a precarious arrangement of bowls and plates. She stops briefly to tease and joke with a regular customer or glance out the window. A sign is posted prominently next to the archway. You also see an open doorway, some wooden stairs, a polished wooden bar, and a wooden menuboard.

Guest List

Wordsmith Syleen D'Vyrhhl, a Prydaen Bard

Reveler Aleysa Schion, a Human Bard

Sorrower Amagaim Tailbiter of Elanthia, a Prydaen Empath

Battle Empath Anlise LightShadow of Zoluren, an Elothean

Antalus, a Human Commoner

Supplicant Arlissa, a Rakash Cleric

Avyctis Malgrim, an Elf

Tracker Beeya Rycub of Elanthia, a Prydaen Ranger

Daerlynn Soulmyste of Elanthia, a Human Bard

Minstrel Danama of Elanthia, an Elven Bard

Darkese, a Prydaen Moon Mage

Tale Singer Donalisa DeLondra of the Tavern Troupe Performing Order, a Prydaen Bard

Taleweaver Dreamheart Delaevan of Zoluren, a Human Bard

Wayfarer Dulan Forestlord, an Elf

Khalo rae Moda Eksharo Telah'nohr, a Human Empath

Aes-Danai Eoworfinia Galarang of Ratha, a Halfling Bard

Balladeer Espritia Melodics, a Human Bard

Satirist Isembard Isimbard, a Human Bard

Dancer Katrinai Dainaan of the Tavern Troupe Performing Order, an Elf

Defier Khory Deshah-Tristramm of Ratha, a Human Bard

Neophyte Kishari, an Elven Cleric

Ambassador Lindryl Jinsaith of Zoluren, an Elf

Spirit Healer Liurilias Suldanessalar of Elanthia, a Prydaen Cleric

Medic Mckeone Sdgadf of Ilithi, an Elothean Empath

Melissande de-Ceisy of M'Riss, a Human

Methoren, a Human

Mykk Dalys, a Halfling

Collector Nirveli Shontoleen-Visolela of the Zoluren Cavalry, a Gor'Tog Trader

Paschein WellBorne of the Zoluren Infantry, an Elothean

Raydell D'Rougus of Zoluren, a Human Barbarian

Roboson Cateater of the Tavern Troupe Performing Order, a Human

Ryskien VanWasshen of Ratha, a Human

Healer Adept Shaunn Vasparion, a Halfling

Guildleader Silvyrfrost Emiliax, an Elf

Tashya Talyonoushka of the Tavern Troupe Performing Order, a Prydaen

Traume of Elanthia, a Rakash Empath

Pugilist Tyrhe, a Gor'Tog Barbarian

Xanzie Nikatime of the Tavern Troupe Performing Order, an Elven Bard

Yhaman, a Human

Set List

Tongue Tied

"...tha familiar..."

"...Beloved Empath..."

"...Pride and Jealousy..."

"...Prydaen history..."

"...Darkensi..."

Meerc's Tale

"...of love..."

"...Take me to the Wheel..."

Encore:

"...It's just a simple thigh sheath..."

Concert

People are beginning to drift in the general direction of Arthe Dale. One young woman pulls at her companion's sleeve. "Hurry up!" she hisses. "We want to get a good seat for the concert! The Arthe Hollow Inn is big, and I want to sit up front!" Her companion, a tall young Elf, chuckles, "We have a few roisaen yet, dear," but he obligingly hurries his steps to match hers.

Tyrhe asks, "How much longer 'till this thing kicks off?"

Syleen quietly says, "Na long enough.."

Daerlynn recites:

"I want to welcome you all to another Arthe Dale concert, the 58th I think in our ongoing series!"

Daerlynn recites:

"Tonight we have a nice treat!! "

Daerlynn recites:

"Caladryll was supposed to present songs and stories of his people, the Prydaens... but got called away. However, his friend Syleen who did a concert with him previoulsy, graciously has stepped in!"

Daerlynn beams at Syleen!

Syleen gasps at Daerlynn!

Syleen asks, "Friend?"

Syleen says, "I married him."

Syleen winks at Daerlynn.

Daerlynn hums to herself.

Daerlynn exclaims, "Well.... I wasnt sure!"

Daerlynn wobbles, looking a bit faint.

Daerlynn recites:

"So, we will still have songs of the Prydaens.. and Syleen is muuuuuch prettier than Caladryll!"

Daerlynn nods.

Syleen shifts uneasily, gazing fixedly at her claws.

Melissande says, "wi've out a doubt."

Syleen purrs.

Syleen winks at Melissande.

Daerlynn recites:

"So, without further ado.... "

Daerlynn yells, "Syleen!"

Syleen ducks her head.

Syleen laughs softly, trying to hide her amusement.

Syleen stands up.

Syleen stands near a stone fireplace.

Syleen sinks into a deep curtsy.

Syleen says, "Hello everyone and thank ya for coming out. Aye, my mate was scheduled tonight but unfortunately he couldn't be here and so it's my honor ta do it for him. Na worries, he begged me right proper and I'll take it outta his hide later."

Syleen says, "Afore I get started I just want ta say a word or two about my songs. My mother raised me up ta follow in her footsteps as bardess and storyteller, carrying on the family tradition. "

Syleen says, "My focus is Prydaen history and stories, even though I have a few other songs I'll be mixing in as well. My hope is ta lift ya up, take ya back down, make ya laugh, cause ya ta think and mayhaps even cause a tear or two ta be shed."

Syleen winks.

Syleen says, "Sit back, get comfy and I hope ya enjoy yerselves."

Syleen says, "I'm gonna start out with one of my personal favorites.. and a true story bout myself and then we'll go from there."

Syleen quietly says, "We all set then? "

Syleen glances at Daerlynn.

Syleen casually observes the area.

Daerlynn exclaims, "Aye!"

Syleen smiles.

Syleen exclaims, "On with tha show!"

Syleen says, "This song goes out ta anyone that's ever suddenly found themselves without words, and since I'm tha one singin.. yer all off tha hook and get ta relax and listen...I call it, Tongue Tied."

Syleen smiles just a little nervously as she opens her mouth to sing... and nothing comes out but a squeak!

Syleen coughs.

Syleen shifts uneasily, gazing fixedly at her claws.

Syleen makes a mrrrp noise in the back of her throat.

Syleen clears her throat.

Syleen gives voice to a high, troubled trill, glancing about anxiously.

Syleen sings in a soprano voice:

   "My mother was a bardess

     Her mother was as well

     So twas in my blood to sing and play

     I sang all night, and I strummed all day

     And finally I was ready to perform

     

     ...so I thought."

Syleen smiles almost helplessly as her fingers seem to falter slightly on her instrument, a sudden case of nerves attacking her.

Syleen clears her throat.

Syleen twitches an ear nervously.

Syleen sings in a soprano voice:

   "I stood real tall, and raised my chin

     Opened my mouth, drew breath to begin

     And suddenly.. to my dismay

     Nothing came out but air!

     The best I could do was a tiny squeal

     My throat just simply would NOT unseal

     

     I hung my head and went away."

Syleen's tail undulates lazily through the air.

Syleen makes a mrrrp noise in the back of her throat.

Syleen sings in a soprano voice:

   "I spent another year or so

     Working on my fear of stage

     I wanted to be the best, you know?

     But how to be when all you do is squeak?

     Finally the day came to try again, I was ready!

     

     ...so I thought."

Syleen raises her chin slightly in a show of defiance.

Syleen smiles somewhat confidantly as she takes a deep breath and opens her mouth...

Syleen sings in a soprano voice:

   "I stood real tall, and raised my chin

     Opened my mouth, drew breath to begin

     And suddenly.. to my dismay

     Nothing came out but air!

     Oh, by the Three.. not again!

     

     I hung my head and went away."

Syleen's shoulders bow as if under some great burden.

Syleen sighs.

Syleen sings in a soprano voice:

   "Time, it passed as it always does

     I got tall and my claws got long

     Went off on my own, and learned of pain

     And learned to deal, putting all into song

     And when asked to sing I said, I'm not ready

     

     ...so I thought."

Syleen mumbles something under her breath.

Syleen hesitantly says, "Alright, I'll...try."

Syleen inhales a great swallow of air.

Syleen sings in a soprano voice:

   "I stood real tall, and raised my chin

     Opened my mouth, drew breath to begin

     And suddenly.. to my dismay

     Nothing came out but air!

     But this time ...this time, I tried again

     

     And suddenly the words began to come."

Syleen beams!

Syleen perks her ears up in delight.

Syleen does a happy little dance!

Syleen sings in a soprano voice:

   "Suddenly my tongue untied

     And song flew free to drift aloft

     No longer could my talents hide

     So I say to you, do not despair

     Today you might not be ready

     But today is not your only day

     ...so I think."

Syleen's tail twitches, a mischievous look on her face.

Syleen smiles brightly at you as she nods and winks.

Syleen playfully exclaims, "And the Bardess is seldom wrong!"

Syleen chuckles.

Syleen winks at Silvyrfrost.

Silvyrfrost looks at Syleen and applauds!

Syleen smiles at herself and with a small chuckle ends her song with a graceful feline curtsy, her tail twitching behind her.

Syleen says, "Well, moving right along then.."

Syleen glances at a tiny dog.

Syleen smiles slowly.

Syleen says, "This song is dedicated ta tha little ones that we all know and adore and mistreat with such casualness..tha familiar."

Syleen grins.

Syleen nods to a tiny dog.

Syleen playfully sings in a soprano voice:

   "Speak ta me oh lizard friend

     tell me of yer woes

     of scales and bugs and big huge feet

     and hogs and rats and ...other foes"

You notice as a tiny dog looks around suspiciously.

Syleen happily sings in a soprano voice:

   "Talk to me my guinea friend

     tell me of thy cares

     of fleas and itchy tails and such

     and dodgin' fiery flares"

Syleen smiles teasingly and winks, taking a deep breath.

You notice as a tiny dog looks around suspiciously.

Syleen waves to a tiny dog.

Syleen chuckles.

Syleen mischievously sings in a soprano voice:

   "Fly ta me my batty friend

     and tell me of yer fun

     of droppin' guano on folks below

     and scarin' tha oh so squeamish one"

Syleen ducks her head.

Syleen quietly says, "See, it know.."

Syleen winks.

Syleen's tail twitches, a mischievous look on her face.

Syleen chuckles.

Syleen cheerfully sings in a soprano voice:

   "Purr ta me sweet feline friend

     and meow here in my ear

     of mice and yarn and.."

Syleen coughs.

Syleen coughs.

Syleen clears her throat.

Syleen quietly sings in a soprano voice:

   "......hairballs and...

     other such lovelies, m'dear"

Melissande's marnet pokes its head from its pouch and chitters at her in a sociable fashion.

You notice as a tiny dog scratches itself.

Syleen grins.

Syleen wistfully sings in a soprano voice:

   "Speak to me oh winged one

     and take me on thy flight

     share with me yer soarin' free

     and savage fierce delight"

Syleen gazes upward.

Syleen gets a dreamy expression on her face.

You notice a tiny dog rub against Nirveli for a moment.

Syleen nervously sings in a soprano voice:

   "Oh, hello there ya fanged one

     yer claws look verra..."

Syleen gulps.

Syleen twitches an ear nervously.

Syleen hesitantly sings in a soprano voice:

   "....sharp..."

Syleen casually observes the area.

Syleen quietly says, "iffn ya don' mind i think i'll just leave ya to yer peace.."

(Syleen would at this moment slink away as softly as possible, sighing in relief IF she's not followed, of course.)

Perking up its ears as if it heard something, a tiny dog glances into the distance, and bounds away.

Syleen smiles reassuringly as she winks at you.

Syleen giggles.

Syleen says, "So much fer makin friends with ALL of them.. and with that, this song is done."

Syleen grins.

Syleen looks over her shoulder nervously.

Syleen sinks into a deep curtsy.

Syleen laughs softly, trying to hide her amusement.

Syleen says, "Love that song."

Syleen beams!

Syleen exclaims, "Yer too kind!"

Eksharo says to Danama, "Truly a clever look at the animals in our world."

Syleen winks at Eksharo.

Syleen asks, "Any empaths in here?"

Syleen smiles at Kishari.

Syleen says, "There ya are."

Eksharo coughs.

Eksharo raises his hand.

Syleen beams at Eksharo!

Syleen says, "Then this is fer ya."

Syleen nods.

Traume says, "Aye."

Traume raises her hand.

Traume beams!

Syleen smiles at Traume.

As Syleen strums her silver maple lyre, you notice how she manages to master each subtle movement with ease.

Syleen tenderly says, "This is for the first man I ever loved.. he was a simple man, but wise beyond anyone I've ever seen.. he was our Beloved Empath."

Syleen smiles gently as she begins to strum a soft tune on her intrument.

Syleen says, "And every other empath."

Syleen quietly sings in a soprano voice:

   "His touch was gentle

     His manner was soft

     His words brought peace to a wounded heart

     He took our wounds and eased our cares

       

    Our beloved empath Sharan"

Syleen tenderly sings in a soprano voice:

   "From the age of five I loved him

     When he took my first scraped knee

     From the age of ten I swore some day

     I'd make that man marry me"

Syleen sighs wist.

Syleen sings in a soprano voice:

   "They say the healers are not the strong ones

     I say they have no clue

     What an empath takes would drop us

     Would drop me, and drop him, and drop you"

Syleen sighs wistfully.

Syleen smiles and catches your eye for a moment, her fingers still stumming a gentle tune faintly reminiscent of the songs of old, taking a deep breath she sings on.

Syleen wistfully sings in a soprano voice:

   "In time I grew up and out of my crush

     In time I watched him age

     Yet his touch stayed gentle while his body grew old

     His wisdom still soothed us though his eyes grew dim

     

    Our beloved empath Sharan"

Syleen quietly sings in a soprano voice:

   "In our village he was the only one

     The single Prydaen with the touch

     We cherished our man, our empath

     Right up until his very last brush"

Syleen sings in a soprano voice:

   "Until his very last healing

     When Tenemlor finally said 'Tis enough'

     And she summoned him back to rejoin the wheel

     And left us again to our own .. without

     

     Our beloved empath Sharan"

Syleen slowly sings in a soprano voice:

   "Be good to the empath that takes your wound

     Be kind to the ones that bleed for you

     Remember the wounds they are taking

     Be mindful your life they are saving

     Beware the cares they keeping

     Beloved be ..... the empaths "

Syleen smiles gently as she plays a sweet gentle melody for a moment longer, the notes finally fading long after her voice drifts off.

Syleen says, "A salute to our empaths."

Syleen perks her ears up in delight.

Syleen exclaims, "Thank ya ever so much, ooh this is gettin fun!"

Syleen says, "Alright, afore I jump inta pure Prdyaen mode.. one more pure story."

Syleen plucks at the strings of her silver maple lyre, listening intently.

Syleen says, "This is a song that suddenly flashed into my mind one day as I was hearing rumors of a tragic love story. There are na names to be changed, but I think ya'll all recognize someone ya know..."

Syleen smiles very softly as she stops to look at you.

Syleen says, "And iffn ya don'.. then lucky ya, is all I gotta say."

Syleen ponders for a moment as she begins to play a soft tune, laced with lingering notes that float wistfully through the air as if searching for something.

Syleen gives a slight nod.

Syleen sings in a soprano voice:

   "The day they met Gods shuddered

     The earth, she held her breath

     The air itself stopped to watch

     All waited to see what came next

   

     Of a love not meant to be."

Syleen inhales a great swallow of air.

Syleen smiles a little mysteriously at she glances at you, her music still soft and somewhat halting as she goes on...

Syleen sings in a soprano voice:

   "He was very tall and handsome

     Eyes as black as night

     He moved with the grace of panthers

     Skill with blades to make grown men weep

     

     And his name.. his name was Pride."

Syleen slinks back and forth, like a restless predator on the prowl.

Syleen perks her ears up happily as she gazes at Melissande.

Syleen smiles just a little as she stops and stands still, her tune quickening to one of slight seduction.

Syleen sings in a soprano voice:

   "Her beauty rivaled a Goddess

     Her voice made birds fall still

     Eyes as green as sunlight sea

     Hair that paled the finest gold

   

     And they called her .. Jealousy."

Syleen slowly empties her lungs.

Syleen grooms her ears carefully, then runs her fingers over her mane.

Syleen sings in a soprano voice:

   "Everyone that knew them

     Said this cannot be

     Cause everyone knows you can't make a life

     Of Pride and Jealousy."

Syleen smiles just a little as she looks at you, her voice lilting soft and smooth.

Syleen inhales a great swallow of air.

Syleen sings in a soprano voice:

   "Her heart stopped beating as her eyes met his

     He tried to catch his breath

     No words passed as he took her hand

     Nothing said that should have been

   

     And hence, the tragedy began."

Syleen slinks back and forth, like a restless predator on the prowl.

Syleen quietly says, "Was it love? Noone knew, not them.. not their friends.. not even the Gods could explain what happened that day, that fateful day when the wrong two people met."

Syleen wrings her hands nervously.

Syleen paces back and forth.

Syleen sings in a soprano voice:

   "The perfect pair, so tall and fair

     The envy of all they met

     And yet beneath the charm and flair

     A danger lurked, and bid it's time

   

     A time not long in coming..very soon it struck."

Syleen sighs.

Syleen quietly says, "Their very nature did them in, the flaws they could not change."

Syleen slinks back and forth a bit, flicking her tail restlessly.

Syleen sings in a soprano voice:

   "Never a moment's peace they knew

     Not a single moment of calm

     The passion flared in love and hate

     In lust.. in anger.. in bloodless wounds

   

     And yet neither ever could walk away."

Syleen sighs.

Syleen shrugs.

Syleen gives voice to a high, troubled trill, glancing about anxiously.

Syleen twitches her ears in agitation.

Syleen sings in a soprano voice:

   "Everyone that knew them

     Said this cannot be

     Cause everyone knows you can't make a life

     Of Pride and Jealousy."

Syleen ponders a moment, glancing down at her fingers playing out her music, her tune growing louder and flowing with dancing anger.

Syleen flicks her tail defiantly!

Syleen takes on a haughty countenance.

Syleen sings in a soprano voice:

   ""I'll never let you go!" she cried

     He growled "You'll have no choice!"

     On and on and on it went

     Until the heavens wrenched in rain

     And the very mountains groaned in pain

   

     Forever and a day too long."

Syleen sadly says, "The love that was never meant to be went on, the curse of years of time together and Misery laughed in glee."

Syleen grinds her teeth.

Syleen slinks back and forth, like a restless predator on the prowl.

Syleen sings in a soprano voice:

   "The torment that could never end

     The pain that could not cease

     This pair forever doomed to be

     As One for worse and worse

   

     Until the end of time they go.."

Syleen sighs.

Syleen's shoulders bow as if under some great burden.

Syleen haggardly says, "For what can kill poor Jealousy, and little can destroy Pride.. forever locked together now .. not even the Gods themselves have the strength to pry them apart."

Syleen's ears droop dejectedly as a look of melancholy crosses her face.

Syleen sings in a soprano voice:

   "Everyone that knew them

     Said this cannot be

     Cause everyone knows you can't make a life

     Of Pride and Jealousy."

Syleen holds her breath.

Syleen slowly empties her lungs.

Syleen quietly sings in a soprano voice:

   "And so they go, from day to day

     In painful, haunting strife

     Unable to learn.. unable to leave

     This immortal pair.. such tragedy

   

     So envious of those that die."

Syleen smiles just a little as her music slows down to a soft, sad waif.. the notes caressing the edges of your hearing.

Syleen's ears droop for a moment.

Syleen sadly sings in a soprano voice:

   "And so ends my tale of Jealousy

     Done is my song of Pride

     But alas, it does not end for them

     So heed my words tonight

   

     And spare yourself such pain of life."

Syleen gazes upward.

Syleen inhales a great swallow of air.

Syleen slowly empties her lungs.

Syleen flicks one ear back as though listening for something.

Syleen ponders thoughtfully as her eyes drift almost unseeing across the room as though she can see the very couple in her song, her fingers falter and her music stops as though with a sad, tired sigh.

Silvyrfrost quietly says, "Well sung."

Syleen gazes down at the floor.

Silvyrfrost nods to Syleen.

Syleen perks her ears up happily as she gazes at Silvyrfrost.

Syleen says to Silvyrfrost, "I'm honored, Guildleader."

Syleen casually observes the area.

Syleen purrs.

Syleen says, "Thank ya so much. "

Syleen says, "Alright then.. time to get down to business already.."

Syleen's tail undulates lazily through the air.

Syleen winks and flashes a sly grin.

Syleen asks, "Ready for some Prydaen history?"

Syleen casually observes the area.

Syleen grins.

Syleen exclaims, "Good!"

Raydell exclaims, "I love Prydaen!"

Syleen winks at Raydell.

Raydell says, "Well, one specifically."

Raydell clears his throat.

Syleen says, "When I was but a babe yet, my mother began ta teach me what it meant ta be Prydaen..what I had ta be proud of and what I had ta look forward ta. "

Syleen says, "Now, I was too little ta remember when tha Exodus occured, and my parents were both youngins, but..."

Syleen's ears straighten up smartly, a look of pride on her face.

Syleen quietly says, "They remembered, and they give me all they knew.. which.. I hope to share in my songs as I go along with those that never did know."

Syleen smiles gently as she begins to play a light, airy tune.

Syleen sings in a soprano voice:

   "My child you will learn today

     Of things you need to know

     From where you sprung and where you'll go

     Now listen well, as my words do flow

       

     These are things my child should know."

Syleen sings in a soprano voice:

   "Listen Kit, and listen well

     Ya need ta know from where ya come

     Now hush yer mouth and hear my words

     And feel the pride, feel.. the pryde

     Feel yer Pryde, oh child of mine."

Syleen's ears stand up proudly for a moment.

Syleen sings in a soprano voice:

   "Once we lived far west of here

     Once we had lands of our own

     We hunted free and lived as one

     With Eu we dwelt, and Demrris our guide

           

    We lived our lives as One."

Syleen says, "Now this is when my mother lowered her voice, her eyes a little sad and she murmured to me "Yer tha Pryde, Syleen and never ya ferget it. Now yer gonna hear what happened ta yer people." and I tell ya, her words still bring a shiver ta my soul."

Syleen shivers.

Syleen ponders for a moment as her tune turns melancholy, the rhythm like a slowly beating heart.

Syleen darkly sings in a soprano voice:

   "Lyras came.. with her evil ways

     She stole from us our verra souls

     Helplessly we watched them die

     Our race.. our kin.. our land.. our homes

     She took it ALL before our eyes

         

     She even stole our dead."

Syleen's ears droop dejectedly as a look of melancholy crosses her face.

Syleen sadly sings in a soprano voice:

   "We could na stop the dyin

     We could na stop tha dead

     The dead were our own Kin, child

     The undead that come at us were our Own

       

     Even Tenemlor and the Wheel..  denied."

Syleen lays her ears back sharply, letting out a feral hiss.

Syleen angrily sings in a soprano voice:

   "To saves ourselves, to save us all

     We sacrificed and made a wall

     We had na choice, we had na will

     Except to barricade them in

       

     Create the Great Barrier is what we did."

Syleen slinks back and forth, like a restless predator on the prowl.

Syleen ponders briefly as she stops and looks directly at you.

Syleen sternly says, "This is what my mother said to me then, and what I say to you now so listen closely as ya've na listened afore.. Prydaen Kin of mine."

Syleen smiles a hard little smile for a moment, her fingers strumming a strong rhythm that picks up in volume as does her voice, her eyes blazing brightly with conviction.

Syleen raises her chin slightly in a show of defiance.

Syleen lashes her tail wildly!

Syleen firmly sings in a soprano voice:

   "Ya WILL someday return, my child

     Ya WILL reclaim our own

     This is what yer birth was for

     To carry on when I am gone

       

    To bring our people home!"

Syleen wistfully sings in a soprano voice:

   "Go west and claim our home again

     Go West and kill the scourge

     Purge the evil from our souls

     Burn the dead.. send them strait to tha Wheel

       

     And learn to live as One again."

Syleen sings in a soprano voice:

   "Listen Kit, and listen well

     Ya need ta know from where ya come

     Now hush yer mouth and hear my words

     And feel the pride, feel the pryde

     Feel yer Pryde, oh child of mine."

Syleen's ears straighten up smartly, a look of pride on her face.

Syleen ponders as she gazes deeply into your eyes, her music slowly fading away as her song comes to an end.

Syleen quietly says, "Remember, my Kin.. yer tha Pryde."

Syleen bows her head and grows still for a moment.

Syleen slowly empties her lungs.

Syleen flashes a quick grin.

Syleen says, "I love it when even furless get inta the mood."

Syleen sinks into a deep curtsy.

Syleen asks, "Thank ya.. ready fer more?"

Daerlynn beams at Syleen!

Donalisa nods to Syleen.

Melissande says, "of course."

Khory nods to Syleen.

Amagaim says, "Yes, please, Syleen."

Lindryl says, "very much ready, Syleen. You have a marvelous voice."

Syleen perks her ears up happily as she gazes at Lindryl.

Syleen says, "Thank ya M'lady."

Syleen says, "I'm up for it too.."

Syleen says, "Alright then.."

Syleen gets a bottle of Prydaen bloodwine from inside her hip pouch.

Syleen takes a sip of her bloodwine.

Syleen puts her bloodwine in her hip pouch.

Syleen licks her lips.

Syleen says, "There have na been many songs written yet about the Exodus of our people from the West.. but here is one, about the man that helped to lead many of the kin here."

Syleen smiles slowly at her audience, and begins to strum an wandering tune on her lyre, the notes seeming to drift almost aimlessly across the air as she lifts her voice to sing.

Syleen sings in a soprano voice:

   "The Prydes had lost the way

     The lands of the East so odd

     The hunters finding themselves the prey

     Our numbers were dwindling.. falling away."

Syleen sings in a soprano voice:

   "We'd fled the lands of our birthing

     All we knew was left behind

     Already weakened from the flight

     Distraught, dispairing but not destroyed."

Syleen quietly says, "Now the Prydaen peoples had already been traveling for what felt like years, ever heading eastward to try and save what few of us were left from the battle against Lyras and her necromatic evils."

Syleen slinks back and forth a bit, flicking her tail restlessly.

Syleen quietly says, "Nothing, in the entire history of our land.. NOTHING had force us to flee before, had cause our warriors to leave the familiar fields, the elderly and children from the hubs. Nothing had cause fear to strike in our heart, or such burning desire for revenge. "

Syleen says, "But our trials were not over, we'd not found a place to settle.. a place we could be welcomed in. A place to call home. So we traveled on.. lost, divided, and losing more along the way from sheer exhaustion or wounds."

Syleen sings in a soprano voice:

   "Sometimes in the trails behind

     Drops of blood were left

     So many miles already trod

     So many more yet to go."

Syleen's ears droop dejectedly as a look of melancholy crosses her face.

Syleen inhales a great swallow of air.

Syleen sings in a soprano voice:

   "Onward we kept pushing

     Struggling to find a place

     A haven of rest so elusive

     Darkness ever following after."

Syleen slowly says, "And then, suddenly.. there was hope, in the form of a single man."

Syleen sings in a soprano voice:

   "From out of the mists

     Strode the warrior fierce

     Parting the fog with blade in hand

     With that.. a Legend is born."

Syleen sings in a soprano voice:

   "He'd led his own pryde from the wasteland

     That used to be our home

     He gathered the lost as he went

     Gladly following his strength."

Syleen smiles to herself, strumming for a moment as she pauses in her song. Her eyes life from her lyre to glance around the audience, her gaze lingering on her kin. Her eyes almost seem to dare you to remember, to feel the words coming next.

Syleen sings in a soprano voice:

   "Suddenly hope was born anew

     A light embodied in that soul

     All hail the Predator that led us

     Bearing the name, Darkensi."

Syleen's ears straighten up smartly, a look of pride on her face.

Syleen swishes her tail through the air.

Syleen sings in a soprano voice:

   "Many things have happened since

     Rumors dark and fearsome

     But Prydaens know the truth that lies

     And behind our legend we stand united

   

     Darkensi, still our Legend born

     We shall never forsake you."

Syleen smiles rather proudly as she looks about her, eyes glowing with determination as she ends her song with a final riff of notes.

Syleen exclaims, "Never!"

Syleen quietly says, "And now.. I move ya from hero.. ta villian."

Syleen ponders for a moment as she looks about in silence, seeming to measure her audience. After a few roisaen she nods and finally begins to speak.

Syleen says, "The story I'm about ta tell ya is truth, from tha perspective of tha one that lived it."

Syleen smiles just a little and pauses briefly, then adds..

Syleen says, "Yes, some versions are different of this fairly well known tale.. but fer tha first time tha criminal himself is sharin his tale from his own point of view.. and few can argue with that."

Syleen says, "He's confessed that he does hope some learn from what has happened, and that history ne'er repeats itself.. I too raise my voice in those hopes.. and with that, I present ta ya.. Meerc's Tale."

Syleen smiles faintly for a moment but her smile fades as she begins to strum a slow, haunting tune on her lyre.. her demeanor growing still and somber.

Syleen quietly sings in a soprano voice:

   "Beware of the light in the shadow of moons

     Beware the madness it brings

     So sweet is the light in the shadow of moons

     How lovely the music it sings

     Beware of the light.. beware the light

   

     In the darkness of... the moons"

Syleen enigmatically says, "Our story begins with the alignment of the moons, and evil that rises within... An evil that all possess.. but few are aware of. An evil that can twist and warp the mind into thinking that the path they step down is justified, in spite of any light of reason that might scream 'No!'."

Syleen slowly sings in a soprano voice:

   "The plan was simple, it should have worked

     Destroy the Barrier, then the Evil that lurked

     The only thing standing in my way

     Were souls.. simple souls

   

     Merely the souls of the Elders."

Syleen casually observes the area.

Syleen twitches an ear nervously.

Syleen coughs.

Syleen sings in a soprano voice:

   "The moons were in line

     And they spoke in my mind

     Vague whisperings of plans.. of designs

     Soon it was clear as the timing grew near

     In the Moonlight was written the signs"

Syleen smiles rather vaguely as she glances about, her eyes seeming dark and furtive.. her shoulders slumping as her mane falls forward putting her features into shadow as she speaks so soft as to be barely heard.

Syleen quietly says, "All Prydaen's know the story of the Great Barrier.. how it is tied up with the souls of the Elders of the Rakash and the Prydaen.. as long as they stand tall.. so does the Barrier stay strong and bar the evil from this land."

Syleen's shoulders bow as if under some great burden.

Syleen sadly says, "However, it always keeps us from our homeland.. this must change.. it.. "

Syleen firmly says, "...must.."

Syleen emphatically exclaims, "CHANGE!"

Syleen blinks.

Syleen blinks.

Syleen narrows her eyes.

Syleen helplessly sings in a soprano voice:

   "I never heard the Madness approaching

     Not once did I know it was there

     The whispers were sweet, but demanding

     I obeyed without thought.. without care"

Syleen sighs.

A tear runs down Syleen's face.

Syleen sadly says, "I planned it so carefully, it all went so well.. the Rakash Elders fell, unknowing that the hand that held the blade was controlled by my own mind. "

Syleen's ears droop dejectedly as a look of melancholy crosses her face.

Syleen inhales a great swallow of air.

Syleen enigmatically says, "Then it was time.. for the Prydaens to die.. and die they did.. except the one that I desired the most.. "

Syleen blinks.

Syleen casually observes the area.

Syleen asks, "Why?"

Syleen shrugs.

Syleen chuckles.

Syleen matter-of-factly says, "I don't even remember the slight, only the feeling and it didn't matter why.. only.. how.. and the how.. lost me my very soul."

Syleen sighs.

A tear runs down Syleen's face.

Syleen hauntingly sings in a soprano voice:

   "He was my friend, long before

     How could I use him so?

     My heart cried out, brief sanity returned

     But then Madness whispered one last time

     As it bent me to it's will

     I bent him to mine.. "

Syleen slowly empties her lungs.

Syleen's shoulders bow as if under some great burden.

Syleen gazes down at the floor.

Syleen quietly says, "The plan failed, somehow and the Elder lived.. the Barrier still stood but for me it was too late.. too late indeed."

Syleen shrugs.

Syleen casually observes the area.

Syleen perks up her ears, glancing around alertly.

Syleen sings in a soprano voice:

   "They held a trial, I was not there

     They condemned my soul but I could not care

     I was already gone, lost from the start

     Lost the moment Madness covered my heart

   

     Now they call me... Cemsiat"

Syleen ponders in silence, pausing for a long moment to allow you to absorb all that you have just learned as her haunting tune goes on.

Syleen quietly says, "At this, he fell silent.. the man that told all .. and he asked me to share what I'd heard. "

Syleen says, "'So I share with you now, my kin, so that ya might learn from this.. pardon is not sought, nor judgement withheld.. only this.. this one simple thing."

Syleen inhales a great swallow of air.

Syleen smiles as best she can, her eyes imploring as she seems to gaze into your very soul.

Syleen quietly says, "Never let this happen.. ever.. again."

Syleen slowly empties her lungs.

Syleen nods.

Syleen sadly sings in a soprano voice:

   "He still walks among us, but he is not of us

     Never again to be kin

     But still as we shun him

     Let us please.. learn from him

   

     And never ever let this happen.. again."

Syleen gazes down at the floor.

Syleen quietly sings in a soprano voice:

   "Beware of the light in the shadow of moons

     Beware the madness it brings

     So sweet is the light in the shadow of moons

     How lovely the music it sings

     Beware of the light.. beware the light

   

     In the darkness of... the moons"

Syleen smiles very softly as she lifts her face again, gazing up into the heavens and her fingers fall still.. the tune fading away as her song ends on a sad note.

With a graceful flutter of her hands, Syleen sinks down in a formal curtsy.

Syleen quietly says, "That song always takes a lot out of me."

Syleen says, "Well.."

Syleen asks, "Maybe a lighter subject is in order?"

Syleen smiles.

Syleen says, "Let's sing of love."

Syleen smiles.

Syleen says, "The culture, traditions and lifestyle of the Prydaens are a bit different than most, and hence not a lot of love songs out there seem to fit us well.. but here is a short tune that I hope ya enjoy."

Syleen smiles impishly as she begins to pluck at her lyre softly, playing a tune of romantic lilting.

Syleen sings in a soprano voice:

   "We met during the season to mate

     And instinct had it's way with us

     But afterwards you stayed with me

     You stayed and made me love you

     Now I'm the one that can't walk away"

Syleen sings in a soprano voice:

   "You've brought my life to meaning

     And reason to my being

     Resisting you is not a choice

     My head, my heart.. my body

     All were yours long before this night"

Syleen quietly sings in a soprano voice:

   "Touch me as no other can

     Be with me this night

     Let my murmured words of love

     Flow over you with gentle touches

     Bask in the warmth of my glowing gaze"

Syleen sings in a soprano voice:

   "It matters not what tomorrow brings

     By your side I remain

     Together we shall witness life

     Until Tenemlor allows us home

     As one we'll journey there"

Syleen sings in a soprano voice:

   "The blessings of Eu befall us

     I feel them with your gaze

     Every touch of your eyes on me

     The brush of your hand reminds me

     Of the beauty in our being"

Syleen tenderly sings in a soprano voice:

   "Whether it be for a season

     Or whether it be for life

     If I'm only to be your lover

     Or in time I become your wife

     My love for you is pure and strong

     And Demrris whispers softly ..  

     

     Such love is never wrong"

Syleen smiles at an oath ring of polished green jade that holds captive a tiny hourglass.

Syleen smiles tenderly, bringing her song to a close with a gentle kiss of whispering notes.

Syleen tenderly says, "I wrote that for my mate on our wedding night."

Syleen sinks into a deep curtsy.

Syleen says, "Alright, Last song of the night."

Syleen plucks at the strings of her silver maple lyre, listening intently.

Syleen says, "And I wanna say thank ya fer puttin up with me and bein ever so kind."

Syleen says, "This next one is another true story."

Syleen quietly says, "What I am bout ta sing fer ya is na a happy tune, but rather one born of pain and heartache. "

Syleen says, "I do apologize iffn my words are na pleasant ta yer ears, but it is my song of purging me own personal heartbreak so please be kind and bear with me."

Syleen quietly sings in a soprano voice:

   "She grew up in a warm, loving family

     Almost spoiled she was by pure love

     But tragedy struck at a tender young age

     And her heart rent assunder by death

     Orphaned, alone she cried out in despair

       

     A plea for a cease to the pain."

Syleen gazes upward.

A tear runs down Syleen's face.

Syleen sings in a soprano voice:

   "Take me to the Wheel, she cried

     Take me to the Wheel

     Her cries rang out to Tenemlor

     To Her, who heard but refused

     She verra much denied

     The waste of a life of her child

     Well... afore her time."

Syleen sings in a soprano voice:

   "Time did it's work on the young woman's heart

     She finally learned to move on

     Her affections then went to her village

     And love again flowed from her soul

     Until plague took them all under her gaze

         

     And sobbing she mourned as she begged."

Syleen gazes upward.

A tear runs down Syleen's face.

Syleen sings in a soprano voice:

   "Take me to the Wheel, she cried

     Take me to the Wheel

     Her cries rang out to Tenemlor

     To Her, who heard but refused

     She verra much denied

     The waste of a life of her child

     Well... afore her time."

Syleen sings in a soprano voice:

   "The Three had a plan for this woman

     Her life yet again, it was spared

     So she gathered herself and she journeyed

     But she slipped and fell... hard

     In love with a man, with this wonderful man

     

      Who brought her a rose and asked for her hand."

Syleen smiles very softly, as she continues to play her sad tune. Her eyes stare off into the distance for a moment, a wistful expression about her face.

Syleen sadly says, "But alas, all is not what it seems."

Syleen sings in a soprano voice:

   "Her mate slipped a ring on her finger

     They bonded together in bliss

     But within a few days he confessed

     That too much, too soon and too sudden

     And her fragile heart shattered when she then

     Learned of another... her place taken

   

     On her knees she cried out."

Syleen gazes upward.

Syleen begins to weep softly.

Syleen sings in a soprano voice:

   "Take me to the Wheel, she cried

     Take me to the Wheel

     Her cries rang out to Tenemlor

     To Her, who heard but refused

     She verra much denied

     The waste of a life of her child

     Well... afore her time."

Syleen smiles sadly as she gazes at you, her cheeks wet with her tears as she sings on with determination.

Syleen wistfully sings in a soprano voice:

   "She knows that the Gods had something in mind

     She knows she was born for a reason

     Three times denied an end to her pain

     So onward she goes and upward she'll climb

     Til the day her request is na longer denied

     

     And Tenemlor welcomes her home."

Syleen ponders over her softly strumming fingers, her head lowering as her tune flows to a gentle, peaceful end.

Syleen quietly says, "She knows, because she's me."

Syleen smiles gently.

Daerlynn recites:

   "Let's hear it for Syleen....!"

Syleen says, "Thank ya so much."

Syleen slowly empties her lungs.

Syleen exclaims, "Now THAT was just fun!"

Daerlynn recites:

   "I want to thank you all for coming!"

Daerlynn recites:

"Remember the next concert in two weeks... the Tavern Troupe will perform!"

Syleen just hugged Eksharo.

Silvyrfrost stands up.

Silvyrfrost beams at Syleen!

Syleen perks her ears up happily as she gazes at Silvyrfrost.

Eksharo says to Daerlynn, "I look forward to returning if I can. What a service you offer to the community."

Silvyrfrost exclaims to Syleen, "Very well done, lass!"

Lindryl asks, "I don't supposed you'd sing just one more song?"

Eksharo bows to Daerlynn.

Syleen says, "Goodness"

Silvyrfrost beams at Syleen!

Lindryl asks, "an encore?"

Syleen laughs!

Isembard chants in a tenor voice:

"Encore"

Eksharo says to Syleen, "Yes you must."

Roboson exclaims, "aye..encore!"

Silvyrfrost grins at Isembard.

Syleen gazes at Daerlynn.

Lindryl looks hopefully at Syleen.

Eksharo takes a seat.

Syleen shifts uneasily, gazing fixedly at her claws.

Daerlynn grins at Syleen.

Daerlynn exclaims, "Sure!"

Eksharo says, "We shall sit and wait for one."

Danama asks, "Oh, yes.. sing just one more for us?"

Danama beams at Syleen!

Silvyrfrost leans against a polished wooden bar.

Paschein grins at Eksharo.

Isembard leans against a polished wooden bar.

Lindryl grins at Syleen.

Syleen makes a mrrrp noise in the back of her throat.

Syleen begins to pick out a playful carol, easily showing off her skill with a series of flashy arpeggios.

Syleen gazes off into the distance.

Syleen says, "Hmm"

Syleen gazes at Daerlynn.

Silvyrfrost beams at Syleen!

Syleen finishes playing on her silver maple lyre.

Daerlynn grins at Syleen.

Syleen glances at a scruffy leopard.

Syleen quietly says, "Sharp teeth.."

Daerlynn exclaims, "Go for it!"

Syleen shifts uncomfortably for a moment.

Syleen says, "Oh alright.."

Syleen flashes a quick grin.

Syleen asks, "How about something fun?"

Syleen says, "We've suffered enough tonight."

Syleen winks and flashes a sly grin.

Syleen says, "I know.."

Syleen glances at a dagger thigh sheath.

Syleen grins wickedly.

Syleen says, "So.. I go shoppin tha other day, right? And I buy myself this new sheath here.. little did I know.. how much attention that kin get a girl.. "

Syleen grins.

Syleen says, "Here, let me tell ya about it..."

Syleen presents a dagger thigh sheath, extolling its virtues for all to hear!

Syleen smiles impishly as she picks up a lyre and begins to strum, playing a frolicking tune as she takes a deep breath and begins to sing.

Syleen rubs a dagger thigh sheath.

Syleen sings in a soprano voice:

   "It's just a simple thigh sheath

     I donna see tha cause

     Of all tha sudden attention

     But it makes me stop and pause

     Tis amazin what a man will think!

       

     But it's just a simple thigh sheath!"

Syleen smiles almost helplessly, shrugging her shoulders as she continues to strum a playful tune.

Syleen sings in a soprano voice:

   "The first man saw my sheath

     And this grin, it split his face

      He says ta me.. "Ooh Sweet Thing"

      I gots somethin ya kin put in that place

     It's short but wide and would love to hide

     In that sheath you have on your thigh."

Syleen blinks.

Syleen blinks.

Syleen asks, "Do what?!?"

Syleen makes a mrrrp noise in the back of her throat.

Syleen sings in a soprano voice:

   "The guy right next ta him

     He kinda shoves the first and says

     "That wasn't nice, and kinda dim"

     So I start to relax, just ta hear

     Mine's long and thin and a better fit

     To put in that sheath, m'dear."

Syleen gasps!

Syleen rolls her eyes.

Syleen mutters into the air something about what have I gotten myself into now?.

Syleen sings in a soprano voice:

   "This wanderin Tog, he comes along

     And acourse he hears all this

     He flexes up and I'm thinking 'Grand!'

     "My protector's here.." as he holds up his hand

     And proclaims his weapon's much too huge

     He'd split my poor sheath in half!"

Syleen groans.

Syleen enigmatically says, "I'm thinkin things are getting rather out of hand here, myself.. but it.. gets.. worse.."

Syleen rubs a dagger thigh sheath.

Syleen sings in a soprano voice:

   "It's just a simple thigh sheath

     I donna see tha cause

     Of all tha sudden attention

     But it makes me stop and pause

     Tis amazin what a man will say!

       

     But it's just a simple thigh sheath!"

Syleen's tail undulates lazily through the air.

Syleen makes a mrrrp noise in the back of her throat.

Syleen sings in a soprano voice:

   "Then, so I flee from this spot

     And I head where tis safe

     Straight to the bank just standin

     Bein all hushed but the sheath starts to chafe

     And I move it, just once and suddenly

     I'm getting offers, na just one, from three!"

Syleen quietly says, "All of them saying tha same thing 'I gots something you kin put in that sheath, sweet thing'.. Kin ya believe this? I'm tellin ya.."

Syleen leans back.

Syleen folds her arms across her chest.

Syleen sings in a soprano voice:

   "So.. yer telling me that just acause

     I wear this sheath on my thigh

     It's gonna hold any ole blade ya got?

     Am I that naive? Am I..

     Oh..  wait a sec.. what do ya mean

     It's NOT yer blade that goes..."

Syleen quirks one ear sideways in confusion.

Syleen ponders a brief moment, then suddenly her eyes fly wide.

Syleen gasps!

Syleen slowly says, "Well, I'll be.."

Syleen rubs a dagger thigh sheath.

Syleen exclaims, "I had ta smack this human that actually tried ta rub my sheath!"

Syleen lays her ears back sharply with a menacing hiss.

Syleen sings in a soprano voice:

   "It's just a simple thigh sheath

     I donna see tha cause

     Of all tha sudden attention

     But it makes me stop and pause

     Tis amazin what a man will do!

       

     But it's just a simple thigh sheath!"

Syleen playfully says, "But I tell ya what.. I'm KEEPING this thing handy.. ya betcha..I wonder iffn I should wear it on the outside of my thigh next time..."

Syleen winks.

Syleen makes a mrrrp noise in the back of her throat.

Syleen chortles softly at some secret joke.

Syleen smiles widely as she winks playfully at you, ending her tune with one last rippling splash of musical laughter.

Syleen exclaims, "And with that, I'm done! Thank you all!"

Daerlynn recites:

"Thank you, Syleen!"

Daerlynn recites:

"Thank you once again for coming!"

Silvyrfrost says to Daerlynn, "A wonderful job arranging the concert, once again, lass."

Syleen says, "Thank ya everyone."

Silvyrfrost beams at Daerlynn!

Daerlynn gets a small playbill with feathered edges from inside her buckskin harness.

Daerlynn offers Syleen a small playbill with feathered edges.

Daerlynn exclaims, "This is for you!"

Lindryl exclaims, "thank you, Syleen, for a most enjoyable evening's entertainment!"

Syleen says, "Thank ya again everyone, I'm so glad ya enjoyed it."

Silvyrfrost exclaims to Syleen, "Well done, once again!"

Syleen perks her ears up happily as she gazes at Silvyrfrost.

Syleen just hugged Silvyrfrost.

Silvyrfrost beams at Syleen!

Silvyrfrost hugs Syleen, getting a smile in return.

Syleen says to Silvyrfrost, "I'm so thrilled ya came."

Guest Descriptions

Reveler Aleysa Schion, a Human Bard.

She has crystal green eyes. Her red hair is long and fine, and is worn in a tousled mass of locks that tumbles over her shoulders. She has fair skin.

She is fairly young for a Human.

She is in good shape.

She is wearing a soft leather hood, some dark leather mittens lined in pale golden fur, a superb blood-wolf-pelt pouch, a heavy crossbow, a mistwood longbow, a kite shield, a sprig of mistletoe, some emerald green leather shoes laced with pale silk ribbons, an onyx toe ring inlaid with a band of ivory, a medicine pouch made from the skull and hide of a cougar, a red rose, a jackal-tooth wristband, a troll-claw necklace, a white gold eyebrow ring, an sparkling white ring, a sturdy black backpack, a fur muff, a carved ivory pick, a black leather sheath, a blood red silk sash, a seafoam green skirt with a fine white lace overlay, a silky white blouse, a waermodi gwethdesuan, a lasmodi gwethdesuan, a thigh quiver dyed in a brown and green camouflage pattern, some tiny crystal rose earrings, an arm pouch stitched with a beautiful forest scene, a maroon hooded cloak of supple suede lined in ebony nightsilk and a sapphire anklet.

Sorrower Amagaim Tailbiter of Elanthia, a Prydaen Empath.

He has pointed ears and cat-slitted amber eyes. His blue-black mane is short and fine, and is worn feathered back from his face in a windblown look. He has black fur with silver points and a slender tail.

He is young for a Prydaen.

He is in good shape.

He is holding some mulled sicle cider in his right hand.

He is wearing a target shield, a dark gem pouch, a quarterstaff, a blackened mail hauberk, a platinum jadeite gwethdesuan, a silver kyanite gwethdesuan, an engraved silver ring, a white gold eyebrow ring, a midnight blue woolen cloak trimmed with gold braiding, a duffel bag, a brilliant blue silk shirt with golden hook buttons, a deep blue leather belt with a circular gold buckle, a blue velvet coat, a pale yellow rose, an herb pouch, a black leather sheath, a silver wristcuff with an engraved clasp, a pair of midnight blue fitted trousers of soft brushed linen, a lumpy bundle, a silverwillow foraging basket, a silver knotwork tailband and a wide silver tailband set with interlocking dark red cambrinth roses and translucent jade leaves.

Battle Empath Anlise LightShadow of Zoluren, an Elothean.

She has sparkling crystal blue eyes. Her dark brown hair is long and curly, and is worn loose, tucked behind her ears. She has fair skin.

She is in her prime for an Elothean.

She has a tattoo of an iridescent winged butterfly on her ankle.

She has an occasional twitching in the neck, some faint scars along the left arm, an occasional twitching in the left leg, an occasional twitching in the left hand, an occasional twitching in the abdomen, a constant twitching in the left eye.

She is wearing an emblazoned tower shield, a circular silver shesegri, an embroidered ivory hip pouch made from shimmering Elothean silk and clasped with a delicate unicorn charm, a silverwillow foraging basket, a canvas field kit, some soft blue velvet moccasins embroidered with silvery thread, a softly pleated sleeveless robe of deep blue silk with a gold-edged black brocade sash, a lightweight chainmail robe of shifting shades of blued-steel, a silver ring bearing the crest of the Empaths' Guild, an elegant spidersilk traveler's backpack, a platinum ring, a platinum jadeite gwethdesuan, a copper kyanite gwethdesuan, a Lieutenant's badge, a black gem pouch and a banded silver albredine ring.

Antalus, a Human Commoner.

He has hazel eyes. His dark brown hair is short and thick, and is worn loose. He has smooth skin.

He is young for a Human.

He is clean shaven.

He is in good shape.

He is wearing a patched rawhide workcoat, some faded pants, a homespun blue wool cap and a branch-framed canvas knapsack.

Supplicant Arlissa, a Rakash Cleric.

She has amber eyes. Her golden brown hair is long and wavy, and is worn braided. She has pale skin.

She is young for a Rakash.

She has some faint scars along the head, some faint scars along the neck, minor swelling and bruising around the right arm, some faint scars along the right arm, minor swelling and bruising around the left arm, minor swelling and bruising around the right leg, some faint scars along the right leg, some faint scars along the left leg, some faint scars along the right hand, some faint scars along the left hand, faint scuffing to the chest, faint scuffing to the abdomen, some faint scars along the back, some faint scars along the right eye.

She is in good shape.

She is wearing a lumpy bundle, a domed cambrinth ring inlaid with a sleek obsidian wolf at rest, a sturdy white backpack, some mail gloves, a full chain helm, some chain greaves, a chain shirt, some pale gold slim pants, a bronze necklace, a black hip pouch, some ebony raccoon earrings and a target shield.

Avyctis Malgrim, an Elf.

He has pointed ears and grey eyes. His blue-black hair is shoulder length and straight, and is worn loose, tucked behind his ears. He has pale skin.

He is young for an Elf.

He is clean shaven.

He has faint scuffing to the right arm, tiny scratches to the left arm, faint scuffing to the right leg, tiny scratches to the left leg, faint scuffing to the right hand, faint scuffing to the left hand, faint scuffing to the chest, faint scuffing to the abdomen, faint scuffing to the back, faint scuffing to the left eye.

He is in good shape.

He is wearing some articulated greaves, a full leather coat, a battered leather pack, some black suede pants trimmed with carved bone buttons, a pair of black boots with dull steel toecaps, an ornate scabbard, a sturdy traveler's haversack and a fire-blackened ebonwood quarter staff.

Tracker Beeya Rycub of Elanthia, a Prydaen Ranger.

She has pointed ears and gold-flecked cat-slitted green eyes. Her golden mane is short and curly, and is worn pulled back in a multitude of beaded braids. She has tortoiseshell fur and a slender tail.

She is young for a Prydaen.

She has a tattoo of an iridescent winged butterfly on her shoulder.

She has cuts and bruises about the head, faint scuffing to the right leg, faint scuffing to the left leg, cuts and bruises about the right hand, faint scuffing to the left hand, minor swelling and bruising in the chest area, minor scarring along the chest area, cuts and bruises about the abdomen, faint scuffing to the right eye.

She is wearing a ebony longbow, a lumpy bundle, a card collector's case, a Dwarven mining cowl, some falconer's gauntlets, some perfect black-leucro leathers, a silver jadeite gwethdesuan, a platinum kyanite gwethdesuan, a sparkling bracelet set with heart-shaped diamonds, a white gold ring, a cambrinth ring, a sturdy backpack, a duffel bag, a golden faience necklace, a pretty forest-green dress, an onyx and azurite amulet, a corded claymore sheath, a leather thigh quiver embossed with a pair of yellow wolf's eyes, a dark indigo cloak, a narrow crystal wedding band, a purple herb pouch, a pair of coral earrings shaped like teardrops suspended from fine gold wires, some ankle-high Elven stalking boots and a purple gem pouch.

Daerlynn Soulmyste of Elanthia, a Human Bard.

She has jade eyes. Her brunette hair is shoulder length and straight, and is worn loose, tucked behind her ears. She has pale skin and a lissome figure.

She is in her prime for a Human.

She has a tattoo of a whirling sword dancer with dual blades raised in fierce salute on her leg.

She has faint scuffing to the neck, faint scuffing to the right arm, tiny scratches to the left arm, tiny scratches to the right leg, faint scuffing to the left leg, faint scuffing to the right hand, faint scuffing to the left hand, minor swelling and bruising in the chest area compounded by cuts and bruises about the chest area, faint scuffing to the abdomen, faint scuffing to the back.

She is holding a stuffed bunny in her right hand.

She is wearing a blackened chain coif with a silvery steel eye-guard, some moss-green falconer's gauntlets, a carved wren-engraved pick, a silvery buckskin harness, a dainty silvery lace garter threaded with vivid blue ribbons, a piece of black string dangling a thin brass ring, a dark grey messenger's satchel reinforced with thick black leather, a forest-green linen gem pouch clasped with a polished deobar wren, a simple white cotton dress trimmed with blue satin bands, a black map case etched in gold and a silver gilt hauberk.

Minstrel Danama of Elanthia, an Elven Bard.

She has pointed ears and hazel eyes. Her ginger hair is long and fine, and is worn arranged in pigtails. She has fair skin.

She is young for an Elf.

She is in good shape.

She is wearing a red rose, some laminated chain mail, a sleek plumed hat, a dusty rose backpack, a silver-edged scabbard, a delicate bracelet formed of gold-dipped rosemary leaves, a grey silk flared skirt, a loose velvet vest, a gold eyebrow ring, a jade scorpion ring, a softly-draped violet silk tunic, a lavender small case and a raven-shaped obsidian pin.

Darkese, a Prydaen Moon Mage.

She has pointed ears and cat-slitted dark eyes. She has a cropped golden brown mane, golden fur and a slender tail.

She is young for a Prydaen.

She has faint scuffing to the head, tiny scratches to the neck, minor swelling and bruising around the right arm, minor scarring along the right arm, some faint scars along the left arm, minor swelling and bruising around the right leg, minor swelling and bruising around the left leg, some tiny scars across the left leg, some faint scars along the right hand, some faint scars along the left hand, minor swelling and bruising in the chest area compounded by cuts and bruises about the chest area, faint scuffing to the abdomen, faint scuffing to the back, faint scuffing to the left eye, some minor twitching.

She is wearing a lumpy bundle, a red silk bandana embroidered with a black skull-and-crossbone pattern, some leathers, an open-neck black silk shirt laced across the lower back with glossy crimson cord, some gloves, an ornate scabbard, some sapphire leather leggings, a Nisha short bow, a sturdy backpack and a twisted cambrinth armband.

Tale Singer Donalisa DeLondra of the Tavern Troupe Performing Order, a Prydaen Bard.

She has pointed ears and cat-slitted violet eyes. Her black mane is shoulder length and thick, and is worn loose. She has silver fur with black points with black stripes and a slender tail.

She is young for a Prydaen.

She is in good shape.

She is wearing a spherical cambrinth earring with a dangling silver disk, a deep black hooded cloak with a polished silver panther clasp, an ornate ivory collar laced with dangling pearl cat charms, a furry rabbit's foot hanging from a delicate silver ribbon, a soft leather thigh pouch embroidered with a shimmering dragon playing a hunting horn, a fiery scarlet haversack, a glimmering circlet of sweet gardenias entwined with crystal strands, a black leather bullwhip, an elegant white mesh backpack with dangling onyx musical note charms, a black tankard-shaped badge etched with the insignia of the Tavern Troupe, a rich blue silk-covered case, a jadeite gwethdesuan, a cured leather sling stitched with musical notes, some ankle-high Elven stalking boots with dangling onyx panther charms, some onyx worry beads carved to resemble curled panthers, a silver panther-shaped ear whimsey, a polished wheel-shaped pendant, a fine chain hauberk painted with multi-colored diamonds, a spiral silver neithrel band set with hematite stones, a slender glass bottle, a red gem pouch and an ironwood targe.

Taleweaver Dreamheart Delaevan of Zoluren, a Human Bard.

She has grey eyes. Her auburn hair is shoulder length and wavy, and is worn coiled in an upswept twist. She has fair skin.

She is middle-aged for a Human.

She has a tattoo of faint blue bite marks on her right wrist.

She is in good shape.

She is wearing a gloriously polished jade ring inlaid with bronze gremlins, some grey hunting leathers, an oval shield, a silver neithrel band embellished with sapphires, some snug black suede boots with silver inlaid high-heels, some soft black spidersilk stockings, a slim black suede skirt cinched at the waist with a large pewter buckle, a fitted black silk bodice with a lace-filled sweetheart neckline, a sprig of mistletoe, an ebon-hued backpack, some onyx hairbeads interwoven with a couple of long dark feathers, a shadowy black hooded cloak embroidered with dark grey thread, a black leather sheath, an engraved remembrance bracelet, a platinum kyanite gwethdesuan, a platinum jadeite gwethdesuan, a carved silver pick and a polished mistwood bangle set with tiny garnet chips.

Wayfarer Dulan Forestlord, an Elf.

He has pointed ears and crystal green eyes. His golden hair is long and fine, and is worn tied back. He has fair skin.

He is young for an Elf.

He is clean shaven.

He has a tattoo of a skull and crossbones on his arm.

He has some faint scars along the right leg, some tiny scars across the right hand, tiny scratches to the back.

He is in good shape.

He is wearing a ebony longbow, a heavy S'lai crossbow, a black leather mask, a pair of black leather gloves, some ankle-high Elven stalking boots, a black sash, a gold eyebrow ring, some leather pants, a dark silk cloak embroidered with a jade green dragon set with ruby eyes, an emerald green pouch, a fletching pouch, a sturdy black backpack, a black gem pouch and some supple hunting leathers.

Khalo rae Moda Eksharo Telah'nohr, a Human Empath.

He has blue-grey eyes. He has thinning snow-white hair and rosy skin and a portly build.

He is elderly for a Human.

He is in good shape.

He is holding a vivid yellow lepradria orchid in his right hand.

He is wearing a leather carrier, some crisply pressed pants, a pair of black boots, a stark white shirt, a grey wool vest, a diamond-cut gold fob with an onyx clasp and a gold-rimmed monocle.

Khalo rae Moda Eksharo Telah'nohr, a Human Empath.

He has blue-grey eyes. He has thinning snow-white hair and rosy skin and a portly build.

He is elderly for a Human.

He is in good shape.

He is holding a vivid yellow lepradria orchid in his right hand.

He is wearing a leather carrier, some crisply pressed pants, a pair of black boots, a stark white shirt, a grey wool vest, a diamond-cut gold fob with an onyx clasp and a gold-rimmed monocle.

Aes-Danai Eoworfinia Galarang of Ratha, a Halfling Bard.

She has mismatched eyes, one crystal blue and one crystal green and dimples. Her blue-black hair is shoulder length and wavy, and is worn in a simple, loose style. She has tanned skin.

She is a whippersnapper for a Halfling.

She has a tattoo of a fairy ring with dancing Halflings and Gnomes carrying huge tankards on her ankle.

She has minor scarring along the chest area, some minor swelling and bruising around the right eye, some minor swelling and bruising around the left eye.

She is wearing a charcoal leather haversack, a silvery suede haversack, a black gem pouch, an emerald green hooded cloak trimmed in silvery embroidery, some snug black suede boots with silver inlaid high-heels, a platinum kyanite gwethdesuan, a platinum jadeite gwethdesuan, a chain hauberk, an ivory spidersilk shirt with long billowing sleeves, some black leather leggings adorned with a string of dark crystal beads, a gold-inlaid silver neithrel band bearing a tri-stranded braided chain, an elegant spidersilk traveler's backpack, a greatsword sheath, a tightly laced black silk bustier with dove-grey piping along the seams, a silvered chain balaclava, some silvered mail gauntlets and a long mesh weapon harness.

Balladeer Espritia Melodics, a Human Bard.

She has thick-lashed dark eyes. Her black hair is long and curly, and is worn in a simple, loose style. She has tanned skin.

She is young for a Human.

She has a tattoo of a fiery red rose with licks of flame for petals on her shoulder.

She has faint scuffing to the neck, some faint scars along the right arm, some tiny scars across the left arm, some faint scars along the right leg, some faint scars along the right hand, minor swelling and bruising in the chest area, tiny scratches to the abdomen, minor swelling and bruising in the back, some faint scars along the back.

She is in good shape.

She is holding a darkly-tinted oben in her right hand.

She is wearing an ironwood buckler, an ivory-inlaid composite bow, a lumpy bundle, some mail gloves, a carved birch pick, a delicate ivory silk hair ribbon tied at the ends with tiny golden bells, a black tankard-shaped badge etched with the insignia of the Tavern Troupe, a black leather backpack with a silver clasp in the shape of the Tavern Troupe crest, a milky opal recorder bauble, a jadeite gwethdesuan, a thigh quiver dyed in a brown and green camouflage pattern, a platinum pendant with a small dreamstone in the center of its Spirit Knot, a leather sheath, a mist-filled crystal globe hanging from a fine gold chain, a silver gilt hauberk, a soft lilac fae slipper, some black velvet trousers, an indigo gem pouch and a chain balaclava.

Satirist Isembard Isimbard, a Human Bard.

He has ale-brown eyes. His golden brown hair is shoulder length and straight, and is worn loose. He has tanned skin.

He is young for a Human.

He has a long narrow mustache that droops to either side of the mouth on his upper lip and a long thin beard.

He has a tattoo of a silver-furred leucro wearing a collar of thorny briars on his chest.

He is in good shape.

He is wearing a deep purple suede hat adorned with a gold band and a feather, a rich golden bandana, a dew-kissed rose, a carved phoenix-painted pick, a stalk of lavender windfeather, a gold lapel pin shaped like a seven-pointed star, a lavender blue ear-stud, a platinum jadeite gwethdesuan, a gold-inlaid silver neithrel band bearing a tri-stranded braided chain, a twisted cambrinth ring bearing the crest of the Bards' guild, an albredine crystal ring, an enormously exaggerated suit coat sewn from a shining gold brocade, a pale gold cotton shirt with buttons of carved lapis, some tri-colored suspenders of puce and chartreuse woven with white, a golden faille pouch, a dark suede weapons belt wrapped with shreds of leucro hide, some sleek leather pants with golden tracery, some soft green woolen socks trimmed in gold embroidery, some polished black leather boots with gold-trimmed leather tassels, a purple and gold harlequin checked instrument case, an embossed greatsword sheath, a thigh quiver, a dark suede thigh quiver wrapped with shreds of leucro hide, a patched leather pack tooled with an overflowing tankard on the flap, a light fire-blackened hauberk embellished with a flame pattern of golden links and an embossed pageant shield.

Dancer Katrinai Dainaan of the Tavern Troupe Performing Order, an Elf.

She has pointed ears and silver-flecked crystal green eyes. Her strawberry-streaked red-gold hair is very long and wavy, and is worn loose. She has fair skin.

She is young for an Elf.

She is in good shape.

She is holding some modwyn wine in her right hand.

She is wearing a wide cambrinth armband engraved with rolling azure waves, a broad cambrinth armband carved with the likeness of a sanrisi tree, a velvet rose, a red rose, a black map case etched in gold, a delicate pink rosebud, a gold-inlaid silver neithrel band bearing a tri-stranded braided chain, a carved wooden wren hanging from a soft leather cord, a ruched black velvet garter with glittering crystal beads, a polished gold wedding band, a platinum kyanite gwethdesuan, some black opal earrings, a silk backpack embroidered with a wren sitting on a cat, a carved silver pick, a black satin skirt, a crimson velvet bodice delicately embroidered with black rosebuds and tightly laced with ebony cords over a dainty lace chemise, a hip pouch branded with the image of a single musical note, a velvet rose, a black tankard-shaped badge etched with the insignia of the Tavern Troupe, a carved obsidian earcuff and some silver steel-rimmed spectacles.

Defier Khory Deshah-Tristramm of Ratha, a Human Bard.

She has an oval face with laugh lines, gold-flecked hazel eyes and a classical nose. Her red-gold hair is very long and thick, and is worn in a tousled mass of locks that tumbles over her shoulders. She has fair skin and a curvaceous figure.

She is middle-aged for a Human.

She has a tattoo of a pair of wings with iridescent feathers on her back.

She has faint scuffing to the neck, faint scuffing to the abdomen.

She is in good shape.

She is wearing an augmented hauberk, a card collector's case, a green gem pouch, a kyanite gwethdesuan, a jadeite gwethdesuan, a wide cambrinth wristcuff bearing the crest of the Bard guild, a circlet of pale pink rosebuds and baby's breath, a witch ball, some owl-winged thigh boots of black leather, a phoenix-shaped platinum wedding band inset with a black pearl and a star ruby, a wren feather pick, an embroidered gold silk hip belt clasped with a large star ruby rose, a ruby-dusted platinum eyebrow ring embellished with tiny diamond and sapphire musical notes, some tiny gold toe bells engraved with moons and stars, a hooded shadow black cloak clasped at the neck with a small diamond dagger, a ruby ru'at bracelet, a wide leather utility belt tooled with the Estate Holder's crest, a charm, a tightly laced black silk bustier with dove-grey piping along the seams, a black spidersilk backpack, a spherical cambrinth earring with a dangling silver disk, a black spidersilk weapons harness with the crest of the Bard Guild twined around a burnished gold star clasp, a cambrinth ring carved elegantly into the shape of a crescent moon cradling a sun, an anklet made of linked silver stars with dangling cambrinth moons, some black suede pants trimmed with carved bone buttons, a small ivory Bardic Spirit Knot charm, a negnetha dragon charm and an herb pouch.

Neophyte Kishari, an Elven Cleric.

She has pointed ears and black eyes. Her auburn hair is long and wavy, and is worn loose. She has blue-veined skin.

She is young for an Elf.

She is in good shape.

She is wearing a heavy silver wristcuff inlaid with a star-eyed azurite panther, some supple black slippers with thin leather straps, some silvered chain, a silver kyanite gwethdesuan, some glass unicorn earrings, a white gold wedding band carved in the shape of a ring of flames, a sturdy black backpack, a dark spidersilk gem pouch embroidered with the barely-visible image of a crouching panther and a cornflower blue silk empire-waisted gown gathered with cream ribbons.

Ambassador Lindryl Jinsaith of Zoluren, an Elf.

This youngish-looking woman is apparently Elven, as she possesses delicately pointed ears; however, her short stature and curved figure are at odds with the stereotypical image of that tall, slender race. She has vivid green eyes and long auburn hair that is worn pulled away from her face, with a cascade of curls tumbling down her back.

She looks young for an Elf.

She is in good shape.

She is wearing a coal-black cloak, a green suede pouch, a snugly-laced amber watered silk gown with slashed sleeves worn over a moss green chemise, some moss green suede slippers, an elegant sculpted silver torque depicting pairs of dolphins, a jadeite gwethdesuan, a kyanite gwethdesuan, a platinum ring and a folding cane chair with a silk-covered seat.

Spirit Healer Liurilias Suldanessalar of Elanthia, a Prydaen Cleric.

He has tufted ears and sparkling cat-slitted silver eyes. His silver mane is short and thick, and is worn loose, tucked behind his ears. He has black fur with a silver belly with silver spots and a slender tufted tail.

He is young for a Prydaen.

A brilliant orb of rippling cerulean light hovers like a will-o-wisp, following him dilligently.

He has faint scuffing to the left hand.

He is in good shape.

He is wearing a dark cambrinth armband inset with a multitude of tiny gemstone chips, some soft black suede thigh-boots, a fire-blackened ebonwood quarter staff, a sturdy iron-studded black leather spellbook case, some cured double leathers edged with strips of arzumos fur, a black firecat skin backpack with knotted gut drawstrings, a midnight blue crystal amulet suspended from a narrow silver cord, a copper parchment case, a hip pouch, a leather neckband, a moonstone nightingale charm, a black faille odaj, a black mesh tunic with a red velvet sash, a silver panther-shaped ear whimsey, a pair of rugged leather pants edged in sterling silver studs, a white Nuptial rose, a silver tailband inlaid with obsidian moons, a worn leather arm sheath tooled with the image of a cobra wrapped around a sword, a small sack, a black herb pouch, a small wrist pouch with an embroidered strap, a blue and gold velvet brocade pouch, a narrow crystal wedding band, an onyx panther suspended from an engraved silver pin, a polished wheel-shaped pin, a blued-steel flute-shaped pin, a battle-worn weapon harness studded with darkened steel emblems of the gods, a sweeping black silk cloak embroidered with a spiraling band of silvery stars, a scrimshawed ivory pendant hand-etched with the image of a watchful panther, an iheaneu'a shield brooch, a platinum ring, a silver kyanite gwethdesuan, a silver jadeite gwethdesuan and a silverbirch saddle bow wrapped with flaxen horsehair braided through carved cinnabar beads.

Medic Mckeone Sdgadf of Ilithi, an Elothean Empath.

He has an angular face with frown lines around his mouth, gold-flecked jade eyes, a classical nose and a cleft chin. His golden-streaked snow-white hair is short and peppered, and is worn in a simple, loose style. He has translucent skin and an emaciated build. He has a complicated design surrounding a stylized eye which has been painted upon his forehead in henna dye.

He is very tall for an Elothean.

He is in his prime for an Elothean.

He has a tattoo of a pair of serpents entwined around a hemlock blossom on his neck.

He is in good shape.

He is wearing a mottled grey cambrinth finger with a chipped onyx fingernail, a carved platinum circlet sprinkled with a handful of exquisite pink sapphires, some fitted linen pants laced at the sides with red leather cords, a silver-inlaid willow spellbook case, a canvas backpack, a green tower shield painted with a large brown mountain, some deep black double leathers, a bloodshot cambrinth eyeball, a pair of indigo leather knee-high boots clasped with silver talons, a witch ball, some diamond-framed spectacles with smaragdine-tinted lenses, a slender wand belt stitched with odd runic symbols in bright golden thread, a corded claymore sheath, a finely tailored shirt with silver heron buttons, a dull lockpick case crafted to resemble a treasure chest, a twisted brass charm bracelet, a platinum jadeite gwethdesuan, a platinum kyanite gwethdesuan, some fine ivory cufflinks carved to resemble dragon skulls, a road-worn traveler's cloak, a green gem pouch, an albredine crystal ring, a platinum ring, a card collector's case and an elegantly turned walking stick laced with gold-trimmed leather.

Melissande de-Ceisy of M'Riss, a Human.

She has slightly pointed ears and thick-lashed jade eyes. Her honey-streaked auburn hair is very long and curly, and is worn in a tousled mass of locks that tumbles over her shoulders. She has fair skin. A square-cut glacier emerald is positioned between her eyes, glowing with a lustrous sheen against her skin.

She is in her prime for a Human.

She has a tattoo of a treble clef spiraling down her right thigh, emeralds in the shape of tiny notes decorating an as yet incomplete score. A miniature fisted gauntlet of gold with a delicate emerald wren perched upon it finishes the design resting on her right knee.

She is in good shape.

She is wearing some gold embroidered leathers adorned with emeralds which are tailored to the contours of the female form, a sienna gold quiver, a black spidersilk weapons harness clasped with a burnished gold star, a blackwood instrument case with etched platinum buckles, a pair of form-fitting black suede pants adorned at the ankle with wide gold bands, a sweeping emerald cloak clasped from shoulder to shoulder by a slender gold chain, a platinum jadeite gwethdesuan, an iridescent emerald green raw silk carry-all clasped by a golden wren, a platinum kyanite gwethdesuan, a smooth ivory pick, an oak short bow, a supple white leather pouch, a pale gold satin corset with emerald green piping, a black leather bullwhip, an onyx panther fetish and a sprig of mistletoe.

Methoren, a Human.

She has black eyes. Her white hair is short and straight, and is worn in a simple, loose style. She has fair skin.

She is fairly young for a Human.

She has minor scars about the head, faint scuffing to the chest.

She is holding a lumpy bundle in her left hand.

She is wearing a light crossbow, a sjatmal gwethdesuan, a dark leather mask, an open-neck black silk shirt laced across the lower back with glossy crimson cord, a hip pouch, a black leather belt, some legbands, some black leggings, some black socks, some black sandals, a sturdy backpack, a corded claymore sheath and an embossed quiver.

Mykk Dalys, a Halfling.

He has blue eyes. His black hair is short and wavy, and is worn in a simple, loose style. He has tanned skin.

He is a daydreamer for a Halfling.

He has some light stubble on his face.

He is in good shape.

He is wearing a golden-hued tart pouch stitched with the image of two Halflings sharing a single tart, a red-oaken keg carved into the shape of a sleeping dragon, a polished silver flask inlaid with a colorful carousel, some Olvi hunting leathers with the tiny image of a ram finely tooled on one shoulder, an elegant spidersilk traveler's backpack, a jadeite gwethdesuan and a kyanite gwethdesuan.

Collector Nirveli Shontoleen-Visolela of the Zoluren Cavalry, a Gor'Tog Trader.

She has an angular face with a generous mouth, gold-flecked amber eyes and an aquiline nose. She has jade skin and a lissome figure.

She is very tall for a Gor'Tog.

She is young for a Gor'Tog.

She has a tattoo of a ruined watchtower circled by wide-winged ravens on her neck.

She is in good shape.

She is wearing some supple leather sandals clasped with gold winged wolves, an expertly tooled leather sword belt accented with a Kaith Kirm emblem buckle, a twilight blue wool shroud batiked with an artistic rendition of the constellations, a silver hip belt woven from delicate links resembling stars dangling tiny shadowlings, an anklet of twilight-hued nightsilk Dream roses twined around deep blue sandlilies, some mail gloves, a platinum ring set with a perfect trillian cut twilight sapphire, an ornate platinum ring set with a brilliant ruby, a twilight blue linen khandur with a high side-buttoned collar and seams of silver figured silk, an oilcloth packet, a sturdy blue backpack, a polished great helm with gold marbling and animite insets, a platinum ring, a flecked black albredine ring and a green canvas feedbag.

Paschein WellBorne of the Zoluren Infantry, an Elothean.

She has an oval face with tilted almond-shaped green eyes. Her platinum-streaked black hair is long and thick, and is worn in a tousled mass of locks that tumbles over her shoulders. She has fair skin.

She is a bit over average height for an Elothean.

She is in her prime for an Elothean.

She has a tattoo of faint blue bite marks on her right wrist.

She is in good shape.

She is wearing a Commander's badge, some perfect green-scaled leathers, a jadeite gwethdesuan, a kyanite gwethdesuan, a black velvet bag, some soft leather-soled slippers, some soft-black leather breeches with sinuous steelsilk lacings, a silver ring bearing the sigil of Zoluren, a leather sheath, an open-neck black silk shirt laced across the lower back with glossy crimson cord, an azure-scaled poloh'izh hide cloak, a sturdy steel-banded buckler etched with a fierce alfar warrior and a red carnation.

Raydell D'Rougus of Zoluren, a Human Barbarian.

He has mismatched eyes, one steely grey and one stormy grey. His platinum-streaked blue-black hair is shoulder length and wavy, and is worn in a simple, loose style. He has tanned skin.

He is young for a Human.

He has a thin sparse mustache on his upper lip and a thin patchy beard.

He has a tattoo of a grinning demon peering down sardonically at a group of hapless warriors on his neck.

He is in good shape.

He is wearing a mistwood longbow, a shiny circular silver and glass Kaith Kirm medal dangling from a silvery satin ribbon, a black satin gem pouch with a blued-steel raven clasp, a Katamba-black rose, an onyx Katamba pendant, a noble chakrel dragon amulet hung from a blackened steel chain, a Katamba black quiver, a claymore sheath, a spiraling silver armband inscribed "Kaith Kirm Champion, Zoluren, 374 AV", a raven black silk rosette the color of Katamba's waning face, a blood red linen hip pouch woven in black with dancing barbarians, a Katamba black belt, a Katamba-black spidersilk swordsman's cloak clasped at the shoulder with animite, a Katamba-black spidersilk dueling shirt dusted with crushed animite, a pair of Katamba-black spidersilk dueling pants dusted with crushed animite, an animite-dusted pack of Katamba black clasped with a carved boar dangling from a spidersilk cord, a platinum jadeite gwethdesuan, a silver kyanite gwethdesuan, a blackened chain coif with a silvery steel eye-guard, an animite-flecked golden hauberk interlaced with Katamba-black spidersilk and some mail gloves.

Roboson Cateater of the Tavern Troupe Performing Order, a Human.

He has mismatched eyes, one jade and one amber. His golden brown hair is shoulder length and fine, and is worn tousled. He has copper skin.

He is in his prime for a Human.

He has a scruffy growth of stubble on his face.

He has a tattoo of a Merelew maiden lounging on a rock amongst rough surf on his chest.

He is in good shape.

He is wearing a suede belt purse tooled with the image of a smiling yak, a net duffel bag, a thick leather thigh quiver stitched in twine with crossed arrows, a tall pewter tankard labeled "Dragoons'374", a Gorbesh catapult basket, a platinum kyanite gwethdesuan, an onyx signet ring, a black tankard-shaped badge etched with the insignia of the Tavern Troupe, a small fine gold hoop earring, a leather-wrapped wicker creel, a scorched black leather longcoat, a cambrinth pendant etched with the figure of an Elven woman, a gold-banded lapis lazuli locket, some dark green side-laced suede boots with copper trim, a silver-inlaid malachite neithrel band fitted with two silver chains, a cerulean blue swordsman's shirt with golden foliate embroidery on the cuffs, a black wool kilt fastened with a silver star-shaped pin, a brass-riveted leather travel pack embroidered with golden lutes and wandering rose vines, a carved pick, some half-moon spectacles with azure-tinted lenses, a cerulean blue sheath, a platinum jadeite gwethdesuan, a wide cambrinth wristcuff bearing the crest of the Bard guild, a wide cambrinth armband engraved with rolling azure waves, a fine chain hauberk painted with multi-colored diamonds and a sturdy traveler's haversack.

Ryskien VanWasshen of Ratha, a Human.

He has mismatched eyes, one crystal green and one crystal blue. His auburn hair is long and peppered, and is worn tied back in an intricate five-stranded braid. He has tanned skin.

He is in his prime for a Human.

He has a short thin mustache on his upper lip and a sparse beard.

He has a tattoo of a dragon made of blue ice breathing white flames on his arm.

He has tiny scratches to the head, tiny scratches to the left arm, cuts and bruises about the chest area, faint scuffing to the back.

He is holding an engraved silver tankard in his right hand.

He is wearing a tiny silver ivy leaf bearing a tracery of polished veins, an albredine crystal ring, a shiny circular bronze and glass Kaith Kirm medal suspended from a thin piece of leather braid, some smoke grey doeskin pants, an open-neck black silk shirt laced across the lower back with glossy crimson cord, a pure white doeskin tunic, a black leather split-strap sword belt with silver inlays, a studded greatsword harness, an oilcloth drum pouch, a dark green leather thigh pouch branded with the Ranger guild crest, a silver ring bearing the crest of the Ranger Guild, a polished gold wedding band, a silver kyanite gwethdesuan, a delicate silver necklace with an arrowhead charm, a hammered steel torque capped with polished hematite, a spiraling silver armband inscribed "Kaith Kirm Champion, Qi'Reshalia, 374 AV", a mist grey journey pack, a long dark hooded cloak, a witch ball, a simple silver bracer, an archer's brace pad made of silver-stitched pard leather, a woven grass thigh quiver, a brass pin, an etched Bard crest pin, an elegant mahogany grooming kit with sturdy black leather straps, a silver jadeite gwethdesuan, some soft brown calf-high forester's boots, some oiled leathers, a tarnished silver whiskey flask and a smoky-grey gem pouch.

Healer Adept Shaunn Vasparion, a Halfling.

He has a round face with slightly pointed ears, sparkling crystal green eyes, a freckled nose and dimples. His golden-streaked honey hair is short and thick, and is worn slicked back away from his face. He has tanned skin and an athletic build.

He is a bit over average height for a Halfling.

He is a whippersnapper for a Halfling.

He has a tattoo of a wickedly barbed wreath of interlocking thorns upon which a crosslegged Olvi sits precariously perched playing a syrinx of lashed reeds on his arm.

He is in good shape.

He is wearing an ironwood buckler, a hip pouch, an azure-scaled poloh'izh hide cloak, a platinum kyanite gwethdesuan, a platinum jadeite gwethdesuan, a blued chain balaclava, some gilded mail gauntlets with fluted steel elbow cuffs, a fuzzy gem pouch and a sturdy backpack.

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 wearing a silver Bardic signet ring set with a shimmering sapphire, an elegant Bardic Blue gown, some dainty silver slippers, a silken silver pouch, a small silver Bardic Spirit Knot pendant, a heavy midnight blue baladrana with silver embroidery trim and a jadeite gwethdesuan.

Wordsmith Syleen D'Vyrhhl, a Prydaen Bard.

She has tufted ears and sparkling cat-slitted jade eyes. Her silver mane is very long and straight, and is worn loose. She has white fur and a slender tail.

She is young for a Prydaen.

She is in good shape.

She is holding a cutwork silver maple lyre in her left hand.

She is wearing a high-collared formal robe fashioned from dove grey silk, a heavy gold armband set with a stained glass cartouche depicting a star-eyed panther, a leather-corded Prydaen ancestral bone necklace, a pair of formal tooled leather sandals with bright silver clasps, a silver hip pouch, a narrow jade wedding band inlaid with a twining golden rose, an oath ring of polished green jade that holds captive a tiny hourglass and a dagger thigh sheath.

Tashya Talyonoushka of the Tavern Troupe Performing Order, a Prydaen.

She has pointed ears and thick-lashed cat-slitted violet eyes. Her snow-white-streaked silver mane is very long and wavy, and is worn loosely piled atop her head. She has silver fur and a slender tail.

She is young for a Prydaen.

She is in good shape.

She is wearing a fragile comb with twining silvery briars and snowy diamonds, some tear-drop pearl earrings, a graceful snow violet captured in full bloom set on a brooch of silver filigree, an ivory charm dangling from a braided leather wristlet, a delicate ivory sarong embroidered with twining snow violets and silvery briars, a gauzy silk bodice adorned with a chain of silver bells, a silver lattice-work tail band, a black velvet sack trimmed with silver satin piping, an elegant spidersilk traveler's backpack, a hip-slung scroll case festooned with a knotted fringe border, a black leather weapons belt inlaid with ivory scrollwork, an emblazoned tower shield and a plain light crossbow.

Traume of Elanthia, a Rakash Empath.

She has mismatched eyes, one gold and one ale-brown. Her russet hair is shoulder length and straight, and is worn arranged in tight dreadlocks. She has tanned skin.

She is young for a Rakash.

She has a tattoo of a pit viper coiled around a broken skull on her back.

She has some tiny scars across the head, minor scarring along the neck, some tiny scars across the right arm, minor scarring along the left arm, an occasional twitching in the right leg, minor scarring along the left leg, minor scarring along the right hand, some faint scars along the left hand, minor scarring along the chest area, severe scarring and ugly gashes about the abdomen, an occasional twitching in the back, some faint scars along the left eye, some minor twitching.

She is wearing a leather survival belt with tiny blue glass clasps, a red scooped-neck shirt edged with black lace, a crimson cloth hair wrap dangling with a cluster of wickedly-curved black talons, a fuzzy gem pouch, a black firecat skin backpack with knotted gut drawstrings, an herb pouch, an anklet made of linked silver stars with dangling cambrinth moons, a bronze necklace, a filmy skirt of sheer gauze scarves in bright jewel tones, a fiery red velvet corset laced with black silk cords, a dainty black velvet garter and a black gem pouch.

Pugilist Tyrhe, a Gor'Tog Barbarian.

He has dark eyes. He has weathered skin.

He is fairly young for a Gor'Tog.

He has some faint scars along the head, some tiny scars across the neck, faint scuffing to the right arm, an occasional twitching in the right arm, an occasional twitching in the left arm, an occasional twitching in the right leg, faint scuffing to the left leg, an occasional twitching in the left leg, minor swelling and bruising around the right hand, an occasional twitching in the left hand, an occasional twitching in the chest area, some tiny scars across the abdomen, minor scarring along the back, some faint scars along the right eye, faint scuffing to the left eye, some faint scars along the left eye.

He is wearing some deep indigo leathers, a Nisha short bow, some studded leather gloves, a leather reinforced helm, a leather weapon harness, a journey pack, a huge patchwork loincloth, a leather reinforced aventail, some golden breeches, a black-leucro sack sloppily embroidered with a Barbarian crest pattern in grey thread and a hip pouch.

Xanzie Nikatime of the Tavern Troupe Performing Order, an Elven Bard.

She has pointed ears and almond-shaped crystal green eyes. Her platinum hair is shoulder length and straight, and is worn coiled in an upswept twist. She has fair skin.

She is short for an Elf.

She is young for an Elf.

She is in good shape.

She is wearing a spiral silver neithrel band set with small fire opals, a slender silver knotwork band, a thigh quiver, an herb pouch, a dark silk cloak embroidered with a jade green dragon set with ruby eyes, a night black haversack with a blackened steel clasp, a chain hauberk, a platinum jadeite gwethdesuan, a carved ivory pick, a gold anniversary ring with a sparkling sapphire surrounded by diamond chips, a black suede garter with narrow silver buckles, a crystal figurine of an armor-clad man suspended from a fine gold chain, a black tankard-shaped badge etched with the insignia of the Tavern Troupe, a richly embroidered tapestry badge woven with the crest of the Bardic Guild, a black spidersilk backpack, some scarlet embroidered greques, a deep purple iris, a black medium shield enameled with a silver clenched fist, some royal blue leather cothurnes and a darkened teak light crossbow with a black leather-wrapped grip.

Yhaman , a Human.

He has a square-jawed face with almond-shaped black eyes and a broken nose. His black hair is shoulder length and thick, and is worn pulled back in a multitude of beaded braids. He has leathery skin and a brawny build. A scar runs from his right eye down his cheek to the corner of his mouth giving him a perpetual sneer.

He is middle-aged for a Human.

He has a thick bushy mustache that droops heavily on his upper lip and a scruffy goatee twisted into a thick braid.

He is in good shape.

He is wearing a brushed silver torque inlaid with an onyx coyote silhouetted against a cambrinth moon, a jadeite gwethdesuan, a kyanite gwethdesuan, an emblazoned tower shield, a dark cambrinth armband engraved with elemental symbols, a platinum ring, a sand-scarred chain balaclava, some chain greaves, a chain-linked thigh quiver, a chain-linked greatsword scabbard with a fire-gilded flame-wreathed lion down its length, a black and white paint horse-skinned hooded cloak, some scarred leather boots splattered with bloodstains, some sand-scarred chain gloves, some fine Elven chainmail etched with a flame-wreathed lion, a dark cambrinth armband engraved with elemental symbols and a reinforced osage Elven war bow hand-tooled with an undulating wave pattern.

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