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Troupe of Four Winds Concert, 9/26/1998, Dreamheart Summer Concert Series, Baearholt's Farmhold
As transcribed by Mykk Dalys

It has been 355 years, 209 days since the Victory of Lanival the Redeemer.
It is the 6th month of Arhat the Fire Lion in the year of the Emerald Dolphin
It is currently summer.
It is almost dawn.


==Location==

[Baearholt's Farmhold, Taproom]
Dark oak beams criss-cross the low whitewashed ceiling in the taproom of Baearholt's Farmhold. In the corner, a bard sits on a tall stool playing a rapid melody on her gittern as patrons join in a hearty drinking song and sample the quality meads and ales for which Baearholt's is known. You also see a menu, a narrow door and a polished mahogany counter.

==Guest List==

Nimuen Wavesinger, a Human Bard
Poet Firannion Matrevyn, a Human Bard
Taleweaver Bladeworthy Epochal, a Human Bard
Eileethan Silverchord, an Elf Bard
Tale Singer Landru Silvyrmane, an Elf
Trul Oldsong, an Elf Bard

Awll
Tracker Axegore
Virtuoso Ayrianna Montgryn, an Elf Bard
Priestess Branwen
Breunor
Cemm Marcolin, a Human Warrior Mage
Doveswings
Taleweaver Dreamheart Delaevan, a Human Bard
Enden
Novice Hazel Ternador, a Human Warrior Mage
Jamalyn
Balladeer Kesstrell
Scout Kynthi
Larisah Darwenwood, an Elf Bard
Ranger Littlefoot
Llywelfynn MacNaill, an Elf Bard
Moblelia
Mykk Dalys, a Halfling
Nyala
Phaedra
Rhah
Serrenn
Seugallus Magelynde, an Elothean
Storyteller Syrani
Teller
Trader Therae Velo, a Dwarf
Tixa
Tale Singer Trynie Tel'aran'rhiod, an Elf Bard
Valquesta DeCarle, an Elf
Yalblon
Zygmund

==Set List==

Therae: "What do you do with a drunken ranger"
Firannion: "Calling-On Song"
Bladeworthy: In the Haberdashery
Bladeworthy: Lounge Lizard
Firannion: The Boobrie Song
Eileethan: There Be Zombies
Landru: A Love Song
Nimuen: "I never did understand, why men stare so"
Trul: "I saw her dance in Langen"
Landru: "The clouds, they are hanging low"
Firannion: "Come all ye maids who live at a distance"
Trul: "Friendship Gone By"
Eileethan: "A pint of ale never saved the day"
Nimuen: The Men of the Realms
Trul: "I am as much of a bard, as a bard can be"

==Encores==

Landru: The Young Master Trader
Eileethan: "With high hopes of hunting grand"
Firannion: "Oh the summertime is coming"
Nimuen: Gull's Wings

==Concert==

Nimuen says, "Ah, we're not singing for a few moments... we've time for a trader's song or two."
Therae asks, "Are you certain, Nimuen?"
Nimuen nods to Therae.
Therae asks, "Sort of a comic warm-up act?"
Therae asks, "Any objections?"
Therae says, "Ok, Mobelia asked for it, you all get it"

Therae says, "This used to be a song of intoxicated sailors, but given the behavior of the rangers at the latest Grand Gathering ..."
Therae says, "I dedicate this song to Mestralle, Mobelia, Periwinkle, Snare, Axegore, and all the other drunken rangers at the Third Great Grand Gathering."

(Therae Whistles a jaunty sea shanty as he begins to clap his hands and tap his feet in time to a vigorous dance)

Therae sings:

    "Tap ta-da-tap, ta-da-tap, ta-da-tap,  stomp, stomp, stomp
     Tap ta-da-tap, ta-da-tap, ta-da-tap,  stomp, stomp, stomp
     Tap ta-da-tap, ta-da-tap, ta-da-tap,  stomp, stomp, stomp
     Tap, tap, tap, tap, stomp, stomp."

Therae does a happy little dance!

Therae sings:

    "Hey!"

Therae sings:

    "What do ya do with a drunken ranger?
      What do ya do with a drunken ranger?
      What do ya do with a drunken ranger?
      At the Great Grand Gatherin'?"

Therae sings:

    "First I'll sing of the flirting rangeress
      slinky dress and roving eyes now
      but her lover is the bottle
      At the Great Grand Gathering"

Therae sings:

    "Make her skin snowbeas' till she's sober
      make her practice skinnin' o'er and over
      Drunken pelts are oh so poor now
       At the Great Grand Gatherin."

Therae sings:

    "What do ya do with a drunken ranger?
      What do ya do with a drunken ranger?
      What do ya do with a drunken ranger?
      At the Great Grand Gatherin'?"

Therae helplessly sings:

    "Him scout about his desert
      Drink and watch the shifting sands now
      Is that a mirage or is it liquor?
      At the Great Grand Gathering."

(Mobelia stomps her feet and claps her hands)

Therae sings:

    "Put a silver spoon upon her forehead
      put another spoon upon her nose and
      put five more about her head now
      at the Great Grand Gathering"

Therae sings:

    "What do ya do with a drunken ranger?
      What do ya do with a drunken ranger?
      What do ya do with a drunken ranger?
      At the Great Grand Gatherin'?"

Therae sings:

    "Buy another drink for ol' Treveri
      buy another round and get him talking
      Hope that Trev' will say the wrong thing
      At the Great Grand Gathering"

Therae sings:

    "Try to count 'em but there are to many
      turn around and find another
      'just the count and one gets lost now
      At the Great Grand Gathering."

Therae sings:

    "What do ya do with a drunken ranger?
      What do ya do with a drunken ranger?
      What do ya do with a drunken ranger?
      At the Great Grand Gatherin'?"

Therae sings:

    "Buy another drink in case they're sober
      Keep the rangers drunk forever
      Rangers all inebriated
      At the Great Grand Gathering."

Therae sings:

    "What do we do with the drunken rangers
      What shall we do with the drunken rangers
      Don't complain because they had the most fun
      At the Great Grand Gathering"
Mobelia applauds.
Mobelia throws her head back and howls, sounding remarkably like a real wolf!
Mobelia hoots, sounding remarkably like a real owl.
Therae says, "Sorry about that folks, but Mobelia asked for it. I'm not the troupe of the four winds, I'm the lousy warm-up act"
Therae bows.




Your mind hears Nimuen thinking, "Concert at Bearholt's - 6 steps and the twisting trail from the NE gate - come see the infamous Troupe of the Four Winds!"

Dreamheart asks, "So, audience, are you ready for the Troupe of the Four Winds?"
Firannion exclaims, "Ready for anything!"
Dreamheart exclaims, "Then, without any more delays, I give you the Troupe of the Four Winds!"

(Nimuen slides over to the stage, leaving a trail of drinks up to it for Bladeworthy, Eileethan, Firannion, Landru and Trul.)

Firannion says, "We will start with a traditional Calling-On Song, sung a cappella."
(Eileethan puts Nimuen down next to Firannion)
Nimuen leans on Firannion.
Firannion says, "And hopefully in harmony."
Firannion giggles.
Nimuen says, "We'll try, anyway."
Firannion asks, "Ready?"
Eileethan glances at Firannion.
Firannion raises an eyebrow.
Eileethan gnaws on his lip.
Eileethan nods.
Firannion nods.

A chorus of voices join with Firannion's leading soprano as she sings:

    "Good people pray heed our petition
     Your attention we beg and we crave
     And if you are inclined for to listen
     An abundance of pastime we'll have"
A chorus of voices join with Firannion's leading soprano as she sings:

    "We are come to relate many stories
     Concerning our forefathers' time
     And we trust they will drive out your worries
     Of this we are all in one mind"
A chorus of voices join with Firannion's leading soprano as she sings:

    "Many tales of the poor and the gentry
     Of labor and love will arise
     There are no finer songs in this country
     In Illithi and Theren likewise"
A chorus of voices join with Firannion's leading soprano as she sings:

    "There's just one thing more needing mention
     The dancers will dance all in fun
     And now that you've heard our intention
     We'll play on to the beat of the drum"

Firannion grins.
Firannion points at Bladeworthy.
Bladeworthy smiles.
Bladeworthy stands up.



Nimuen exclaims, "Ladies and gentlement... our first player, Bladeworthy the Unw...the melodious!"

Nimuen ducks her head.

Bladeworthy says, "Hiya folks. I'm feeling pretty good about myself, so tonight you get the self-absorbed Bladeworthy set."

(Eileethan starts to clap, glances at Nimuen, then continues to clap)
(Bladeworthy winks back at the troupe.)

Bladeworthy says, "In the Haberdashery Bladeworthy Epochal"

Bladeworthy sings in a baritone voice:

    "Buskin' one day alone on a street
     A dazzling trader I chanced to meet
     I wore a grin, put a bow to my strings
     She remarked,"Hear how sweetly he sings?"
     Then looked at me in a funny way
      I'd only expected a tip that day."

Bladeworthy sings in a baritone voice:

    "For me she had a further design
     To be her escort dolled up so fine
     For a premie ball that very night
     Expensively dressed I'd look just right.
     No time fast in haberdashery
     She squinted hard trying clothes on me."

Bladeworthy is shaking in his boots!

Bladeworthy sings in a baritone voice:

    "Pointed to a single pointy shoe
     I asked, "What on Elanth does that thing do?"
     "Put them on your feet," she said
     "Pardon ma'm, I'd much rather be dead.""

Bladeworthy sings in a baritone voice:

    "Next some knickers to my knees
     "No thanks madam, I like the breeze."
     My chain shirt just had to go
     Quite frankly now, I told her no."

Bladeworthy plays futilely with his hair.

Bladeworthy sings in a baritone voice:

    "No again to the green plumed hat
     Wide brims make my hips look fat
     No to that makeup in a can
      I want to look like a man."

Bladeworthy sings in a baritone voice:

    "She plump gave up on her silly Bard
     With kilt too short and muscles too hard.
     I guess never a trader I'll be
     I wouldn't trade it fer bein' me!"
Bladeworthy preens. Someone's pleased with himself!
(Bladeworthy flexews, his chest looks tougher than chainmail!)




Nimuen says, "Bladeworthy is going to have to run, so he'll give us another one or two..."

Bladeworthy says, "Alright, fer this song I'll have a female chorus helping heap praise on me."
Bladeworthy grins.
Bladeworthy says, "Just another advantage of being a Bard."
Bladeworthy begins his Bardic performance for his audience.

Bladeworthy smiles back at the jamming percussion and begins snapping his fingers to the beat and bobbing his head.

As Landru pounds his black ironwood bones, a fierce march thunders through the air with a flash of ruffles and flourishes.

Bladeworthy sings in a baritone voice:

    "From the very beginning
     Yes, from the very start
     No one was willing to teach me
     No none ready to impart,"

Bladeworthy says, "Lounge Lizard"

Bladeworthy sings in a baritone voice:

    "That singing's the wisdom of life
     But I'm not a very smart man
     Song's vision escape's me
     How easily it can!"
You listen with appreciation as Landru plays a flashy cadence with a brilliantly executed ruffle.

Trul's soprano, Nimuen's soprano and Firannion's soprano join with Bladeworthy's baritone as he sings:

    "I'm nothing but a louunnnggge Lizard!
     But don't say it to no one tonight,
     Nothing more than a louunnnggge lizzzard!
     But I think that that's allright!"
With a brilliantly executed ruffle, Landru beats a flashy cadence erecting a wall of sound.

Bladeworthy sings in a baritone voice:

    "Baby, don't leave me stranded
     No don't you look at me that way
     Pretending I'm not before you
     Listen up, I got something to say"

Bladeworthy sings in a baritone voice:

    "Pounding my music with presence
     Pounding it out with glee
     Don't try to deny my apearance
     'Cause you don't like the looks of me!"
Erecting a wall of sound, a flashy cadence rumbles from Landru's black ironwood bones.

Bladeworthy smiles a huge toothy grin at the audience.

Trul's soprano, Nimuen's soprano and Firannion's soprano join with Bladeworthy's baritone as he sings:

    "I'm just a lowly louunnnggge Lizard!
     But don't say it to no one tonight,
     Not much but a louunnnggge lizzzard!
     They don't know it's allright!"

Bladeworthy sings in a baritone voice:

    "My music ain't the best, not even close babe,
     But I got somethin' they can't touch
     A heart and a soul, a wandering soul,
     Yes a wandering soul! Oh that's too much."
Erecting a wall of sound, a flashy cadence rumbles from Landru's black ironwood bones.
Bladeworthy smiles at each of you as he wanders through the tables slowly.
Bladeworthy grins at Landru.

Bladeworthy sings in a baritone voice:

    "I got the rhythm in my fingers,
     All quiverin' with immaculate beat,
     Can't deny that I got rythym,
     From my brain down to my feet."
Bladeworthy returns to the stage and resumes snapping and gyrating his hips to the beat.
As Landru beats his black ironwood bones, a flashy cadence rumbles through the air with a blurring explosion of movement.

Trul's soprano, Nimuen's soprano and Firannion's soprano join with Bladeworthy's baritone as he sings:
    "I'm just a lowly louunnnggge Lizard!
     Don't look at my funny that way,
     Not much but a louunnnggge lizzzard!
     Music says all that I got to say!"
Adding an intricate counter-beat Landru beats a flashy cadence on his black ironwood bones.

Bladeworthy sings in a baritone voice:

    "So here you are listenin to me
     Hoping that something you'll learn
     Something 'bout being a lizard
     For this you'll eternally yearn."
Adding an intricate counter-beat Landru beats a flashy cadence on his black ironwood bones.

Bladeworthy sings in a baritone voice:
    "Can't say it's the greatest of lives
     But it seems to fit me just fine
     And all who want to be like me
     Form a single file line!"

Bladeworthy winks at Trul.
Bladeworthy points at a narrow door.
Dreamheart chuckles.
Trul's soprano, Nimuen's soprano and Firannion's soprano join with Bladeworthy's baritone as he sings:

    "Look at me, I'm a louunnnggge Lizard!
     You can be just like me some day,
     A wholly bonefied louunnnggge lizzzard!
     Music says all that I got to say!"
Landru smiles as he lines up behind Bladeworthy
Bladeworthy bows.
Bladeworthy exclaims, "Thankye! Yer all great!"




Nimuen says, "All right... we're temporarily short an Eileethan..."
Nimuen says, "Which puts Landru on the spot."
Nimuen says, "Oh...er, I can't spell. One moment - this puts -Firannion- on the spot."
Firannion asks, "Oh, it's my turn?"
Bladestump chuckles.
Firannion ponders.
Landru says, "oh fer pity's sake"
Therae says, "Somebody sing"

Nimuen exclaims, "Ladies and gentlement - the talented, the sardonic, and the lovely Firannion of the Troupe of Four Winds!"

Firannion says, "All right, I think I'll stick with the comic vein for the moment."
Firannion says, "The dreaded Boobrie Song."
Firannion curtsies.

Firannion says, "And now for a lesson in the natural history of Elanthia."

(Firannion produces a mysterious object resembling two shortened telescopes joined together, holds it up to her eyes and scans the audience.)

Firannion says, "No, this is not a sacred talisman of the Moon Mage Guild, but a clever device called "binoculars" which is most useful in observing the avifauna of the Realms."

Firannion says, "I have been spending some time of late in the foul swamps to the east of Riverhaven, the home of a most unusual and inordinately cranky feathered creature known as the boobrie."

(Firannion tucks the binoculars away in a pocket of her pack.)

Firannion says, "If you have not yet had the misfortune to make this bird's acquaintance, here are a few facts you should know about its nasty habits."

Firannion sings in a soprano voice:

    "Gather round and hear me sing
     You who go adventuring
     And I'll share some good advice that I have heard
     If adventure you will seek
     Then beware the baleful beak
     Of our fancy-feathered friend, the boobrie bird"

Firannion sings in a soprano voice:

    "If you're going for a romp
     In the noisome Zaulfung swamp
     Look around and soon the boobrie you will spy
     You will doubtless be impressed
     By her shining feathered crest
     And her long sharp beak is sure to catch your eye"

Firannion sings in a soprano voice:

    "The boobrie-O, the boobrie-O
     She treats the traveler rudely-O
     Because she has forgotten how to fly
     To alleviate her pique
     She would gladly stick her beak
     In your arm or in your leg or in your eye!"

Firannion winces.

Firannion sings in a soprano voice:

    "She's a most unpleasant sort
     And her temper it is short
     For she wishes she could bid this place goodbye
     She detests her habitat
     But she can't accomplish that
     Because she has forgotten how to fly"

Firannion sings in a soprano voice:

    "Her sharp stiletto bill
     Goes through leather like a drill
     It'll slash your flesh to ribbons like a knife
     She can pierce vambrace or greave
     Like it was a lacy sleeve
     Then the hungry bird will drain you of your life"

Firannion sings in a soprano voice:

    "The boobrie-O, the boobrie-O
     She treats the traveler rudely-O
     Because she has forgotten how to fly
     To alleviate her pique
     She would gladly stick her beak
     In your arm or in your leg or in your eye!"
(Firannion executes a reasonable facsimile of the boobrie's mating dance.)
Firannion paces back and forth.
Firannion ducks her head.
Firannion ducks her head.
Firannion ducks her head.
Firannion flails her arms about.
Firannion preens. Someone's pleased with herself!
Firannion cackles like a lunatic!
Firannion begins flapping her arms around wildly.

Firannion sings in a soprano voice:

    "When Faenella made the birds
     Too melodious for words
     Her holy favor passed the boobrie by
     Who among us wouldn't squawk
     If we always had to walk
     Knowing that our dear old grannies used to fly?"

Firannion sings in a soprano voice:

    "Mother boobrie tells her brood,
     "'Tis your birthright to be rude
     After all, you cannot fly and cannot sing."
     Hear her egg her nestlings on:
     "Just remember when I'm gone
     You could poke somebody's eye out with that thing!""

Firannion sings in a soprano voice:

    "The boobrie-O, the boobrie-O
     She treats the traveler rudely-O
     Because she has forgotten how to fly..."

Firannion sings in a soprano voice:

    "So take heed of what I speak
     And be careful what you seek
     Don't imagine that she's weak
     Or expect her to be meek
     Though her plumage is unique
     Being flightless, she's a freak
     To alleviate her pique
     She would gladly stick her beak
     In your arm or in your leg or in your eye!"

Firannion grins like an idiot.
Firannion curtsies.



Nimuen says, "Next up, our very own gentleman of virtue - Eileethan, with "There Be Zombies!"

Eileethan says, "Now, i'll admit i've not sung this in a while...tho tis amusingly still true..."

Eileethan grins like an idiot.
Eileethan clears his throat.

Eileethan sings in a countertenor voice:

    "Listen my friends
     To my short tale
     Of shades and spirits
     -- some born of ale"
Eileethan gets a mug of zombie's revenge from inside his web cocoon.

Eileethan sings in a countertenor voice:

    "Among the Realms
     I kid you not
     I've seen a few
     Of this strange lot"

Eileethan sings in a countertenor voice:

    "They walk or sit
     And ply their trade
     To earn their keep
     Of profits made"

Eileethan sings in a countertenor voice:

    "Yet with a glance
     Or query long
     You'll note their trance
     What has gone wrong?"
Eileethan raises an eyebrow.
Eileethan looks about with a puzzled expression on his face.

Eileethan sings in a countertenor voice:

    "And what is this?
     Are they asleep?
     Or are they dead
     And should I weep..."

Eileethan winks.

Eileethan sings in a countertenor voice:

    "Oh! How can it be...
     Why don't you answer me?
     I tickle and wave and call your name
     Please don't ignore me - is this some game?"

Eileethan sings in a countertenor voice:

    "One such gent
     I came apon
     His wisdom sent
     My thoughts anon"

Eileethan ponders.

Eileethan sings in a countertenor voice:

    "I'd met a lass
     Who winked at me
     I asked of him
     "What does she see?"

Eileethan shrugs.

Eileethan sings in a countertenor voice:

    "With strength he mashed
     His mortar strong
     Crush< Crush< I heard
     It echoed on..."

Eileethan sings in a countertenor voice:

    "I thanked him and
     His silent lore
     Then failed to stand
     -- too much I bore"

Eileethan wobbles, looking a bit faint.

Eileethan sings in a countertenor voice:

    "With strength he mashed
     His pestle strong
     "Crush, Crush" I heard
     It echoed on..."

Eileethan sings in a countertenor voice:

    "Oh! How can it be...
     Why don't you answer me?
     I tickle and wave and call your name
     Please don't ignore me - is this some game?"

Eileethan smirks.

Eileethan sings in a countertenor voice:

    "Another such lad
     I met one day
     Upon the ground
     I saw him lay"

Eileethan points down.

Eileethan sings in a countertenor voice:

    "Five creatures apon him
     And yet he did say
     - "Nae thank you my friend,
        I am okay..."

Eileethan glances about with concern on his face.

Eileethan sings in a countertenor voice:

    "Now puzzled was I
     And gave him no aid
     Quick did he die
     And yet he still bade"

Eileethan sings in a countertenor voice:

    "With strong voice aloud
     In that ghostly way
     - "Nae thank you my friend,
        I am okay..."

Eileethan slaps his forehead!

Eileethan sings in a countertenor voice:

    "Oh! How can it be...
     Why don't you answer me?
     I tickle and wave and call your name
     Please don't ignore me - is this some game?"

Eileethan sings in a countertenor voice:

    "Now I know not my friends
     Of ghosties and things
     That's for good Clerics
     And strong Paladins"

Eileethan sings in a countertenor voice:

    "Yet zombies there are
     Not bad now I think
     That play at the bar
     With hand on a drink"

Eileethan just hugged a mug of zombie's revenge!

Eileethan sings in a countertenor voice:

    "If they do not speak
     Tis not from a funk
     It's not what you think
     Quite simply - they're drunk!"

Eileethan chuckles.
Eileethan points at himself.

Eileethan sings in a countertenor voice:

    "I'll sing them a song
     With hand on a cup
     I shout out a toast
     Which ends with "Drink up!"
Eileethan grins.
Eileethan takes a sip of his revenge.
Eileethan jumps back a few feet and lands on his rump, looking dazed!
Eileethan falls to the ground laughing hysterically!
Eileethan hiccups.
Eileethan rises to a kneeling position.
Eileethan leaps to his feet!
Eileethan bows.




Nimuen asks, "We've had the lounge stylings of Bladeworthy, the mating dance of Firannion, the zombified Eileethan... what's next, you ask?"
Nimuen grins.
Nimuen says, "The one, the only, the..."
Nimuen exclaims, "Landru!"

Landru says, "I believe it's time ta change tha tone jes a bit..."
Landru says, "this one goes out ta tha happy couple"
Landru says, "ya know who ya are"
Landru winks at Serrenn.
Serrenn chuckles.
Landru winks at Jamalyn.

Landru says, "This song is entitled "A Love Song"."

With consummate skill, Landru plinks a gentle lullaby with an amazing display of dexterity.

Landru sings in a tenor voice:

    "She came to me,made me aware.
     When I'm in need,she's always there.
     And I need her.
     It hurts me so to see her cry
     I just turn away and hide my eyes.
     Still I need her."
(Landru gently caresses the strings of his lute.)

Landru sings in a tenor voice:

    "Someday, maybe if I'm lucky
     She will need me, too
     But for now, lass, just remember
     That I love you."
As Landru plinks his rosewood lute, a gentle lullaby drifts through the air with a sweet melodiousness.

Landru sings in a tenor voice:

    "I feel the warmth of her embrace
     Touch the softness of her face.
     And I want her.
     When she holds me close at night,
     And everything feels so right
     Then I want her."
Landru sways gracefully about in an elegant dance.

Landru sings in a tenor voice:

    "Someday, maybe if I'm lucky
     She will want me, too
     But for now, lass, just remember
     That I love you."
With an amazing display of dexterity, a gentle lullaby drifts from Landru's rosewood lute.

Landru sings in a tenor voice:

    "She smiles from every mountain stream.
     The wind speaks softly of her name
     'Cause I love her.
     Whenever she is laying there,
     The moonbeams playing off her hair,
     I love her"
(Landru closes his eyes,lost in a gentle reverie.)

Landru sings in a tenor voice:

    "Someday, maybe if I'm lucky
     She will love me, too
     Then I realize
     That you do..."

Landru quietly says, "...you do."

A tear runs down Landru's face.
Landru bows.



Nimuen says, "Now, there's something about a love song..."
Nimuen ponders.

Eileethan says, "Friends, tis wonderful to see'ee all gathered here today..."
Eileethan says, "And tis my pleasure to introduce our next performer"
Eileethan says, "Now, if I can just remember her name..."
Nimuen glances at Eileethan.
Nimuen taps her foot impatiently.
Eileethan exclaims, "Oh yes!"
Eileethan exclaims, "Please all give your attention to Nimuen Wavesinger!"

Nimuen says, "Thank you, thank you."
Nimuen grins.
Nimuen says, "There's something about a love song... well, that makes me shudder."
Nimuen winks.

Trul's soprano and Firannion's soprano join with Nimuen's soprano as she sings:

    "I never did understand, why men stared so
     At a lusty lass six feet from head to toe
     My hair's not soft and golden light
     My eyes don't glow soft in the night..."

Nimuen sings in a soprano voice:

    "I don't wear a sweeping gown of lace
     Frankly, I'd feel quite out of place
     Give me leather breeches soft and supple
     And studded armor that I can buckle..."
Nimuen adjusts her suede breeches.
Nimuen rubs a silver bodice dagger with an onyx hilt.

Nimuen sings in a soprano voice:

    "I don't blink my eyelashes, so
     And I never did understand the glow
     Others paint upon their fair cheeks
     Like they were less than complete..."

Nimuen bats her eyelashes.
Nimuen crosses her eyes.
Trul's soprano and Firannion's soprano join with Nimuen's soprano as she sings:

    "I never did understand, why men stared so
     At a lusty lass six feet from head to toe
     My language is hardly sweet and kind
     And I've been known to speak my mind..."

Nimuen sings in a soprano voice:

    "Since I'd rather a friend than a wooer dear
     For all those times a friend is better near
     Through danger and travels weary
     And darkened taverns full of disentary..."

Nimuen grins.
Nimuen says, "I keep meaning to change that line..."

Nimuen sings in a soprano voice:

    "A man who has his mind fixed on your love
     Won't think to look down or above
     And when you most need a hand
     He's off shopping for the wedding band..."

Nimuen flails her arms about.
Trul's soprano and Firannion's soprano join with Nimuen's soprano as she sings:

    "I never did understand, why men stared so
     At a lusty lass six feet from head to toe
     I'd rather a swagger than a sway
     And I'd rather fight than dance away..."

Nimuen shrugs.
Nimuen grins.

Nimuen sings in a soprano voice:

    "But if you must stare and must woo
     Do whatever you must do
     Just know this from a lusty lass
     You'll end up knocked upon your..."

Nimuen coughs.
Nimuen coughs.
Nimuen says, "Oh my, throat dry again..."
Nimuen grins.
Therae offers Nimuen a pint of amber ale.
Nimuen accepts Therae's amber ale.
Nimuen winks at Therae.
Nimuen takes a sip of her ale.



Nimuen exclaims, "From lusty lass to lass that truly inspires lust... ladies and gentlemen, the incomparable Trul!"

(Trul stands before you motionless, her eyes closed, breathing slowly... deeply... From behind her, a slow ballad begins to emanate from Eileethan's Lyre.)

(Trul's eyes open as she begins to sing.)

Trul sings in a soprano voice:

    "I saw her dance in Langen
     With flowers in her hair
     Moving as a shimmering breeze
     And then she wasn't there."

Trul sings in a soprano voice:

    "I happened through the ruin's once
     Playing on my bones
     Looked up and caught a glimpse of her
     Dancing 'mid the stones"

Trul sings in a soprano voice:

    "I say she's but a myth"
     "Nae, I say, "she's real"
     "I say, "she must be crazy,
     That's just the way I feel."

Trul sings in a soprano voice:

    "But what is this that's done it,
     What's made her act so strange?"
     Ah! but that's the easy part,
     There is a man to blame."

(Trul sways gently to the music as she sings.)

Trul sings in a soprano voice:

    "And she sways atop the mountains
     She moves upon the hills
     Where he leads she follows
     As if she has no will"

Trul smiles.

Trul sings in a soprano voice:

    "He moves about her softly
     Whispering on the wind
     And the way he feels against her
     Is like magic on her skin"

Trul quivers.

Trul sings in a soprano voice:

    "He rages deep within her
     A passion yet untamed
     She dances in his arms at night....
     And music is his name"
(Trul grows still, her eyes falling closed as she tilts her head to one side, listening. A soft smile crosses her lips as Eileethan starts to drum an ancient rhythm on the face of his painted lyre.)

(Trul 's feet begin to move in concert with the intoxicating patter as if commanded by the beat.)

(Trul 's supple form begins to sway from side to side, flowing with the rhythm of the music as she begins to dance in slow, lazy circles.)

(Trul dances faster her bare feet interpreting the music as they tap an intricate pattern into the stage.)

Trul smiles at you, pauses to change direction... her dress curling softly around her legs.

(Trul throws her head back and laughs with glee as the tempo grows ever faster.)

(Trul arches her neck and closes her eyes, her countenance becoming passion defined as she lifts her arms over her head and dances with total abandon.)

(Trul flows with the thrumming as she spins faster and faster, her form becoming a blur as the intense patter of the drumming crescendos, thundering violently across the stage before abruptly coming to a halt.)

(Trul falls to her knees, hair spilling over her shoulders and across her face. The sound of a lyre being strummed gently rises quietly behind her.)

(Trul slowly raises her head.)

Trul sings in a soprano voice:

    "He moves about her softly
     Whispering on the wind
     And the way he feels against her
     Is magic on her skin"
Trul smiles longingly as the music stills. Her eyes slowly flutter shut as she sings a cappella as soft as a whisper...

Trul sings in a soprano voice:

    "He rages within her
     A passion yet untamed
     And she dances in his arms at night.....
     And music is his name"

(Trul stands back up)
Trul curtsies.



Therae bows to Seugallus.
Phaedra smiles.
Eileethan nods to Seugallus.
Syrani guzzles down some of her ale and then smacks her lips and wipes them with her sleeve.
Landru says, "it would be me pleasure"
Seugallus blinks at Therae.
Kynthi smiles at Seugallus.
Nimuen asks, "If no one objects to a few dedications?"
Seugallus smiles at Therae.
Nimuen smiles out at the audience.
Trynie grins.
Trynie says, "Not at all"
Mobelia applauds.
Firannion smiles at Nimuen.
Eileethan stands near Landru.
Eileethan bows to Seugallus.
Ayrianna takes a sip of her stout.
Trynie just hugged Larisah.
Frizalda entered a narrow door.
Trul nods.
Seugallus says, "Praise tends to embarass me....but I won't deny you your song."
Nimuen stands near Landru.
Seugallus smiles.
Larisah smiles.
Seugallus says, "Let me hear the voices one last time."
Firannion asks, "Need a chorus, Landru?"

With a slight lift of the shoulders Landru plays an aimless carol on his black ironwood flute.

Landru sings in a tenor voice:

    "The clouds, they are hanging low
     The mist is slowly rolling in
     There's a boat out on the lake
     Waiting for the rain to begin"

(Landru plays a tranquil melody inspiring peace in your soul.)

Landru sings in a tenor voice:

    "It's all so peaceful here.
     In the quiet of some misty evening,
     A different kind of understanding.
     One that comes from up above
     Or maybe from the confines of
     A tranquil state of mind."
With the skill of a master ollave, Landru plays an aimless carol floating the notes across the air.

Landru sings in a tenor voice:

    "Although for days I have not eaten
     My hunger is fulfilled
     By these mountains that surround me
     And the legends they unfold."

Landru sings in a tenor voice:

    "These tall pines whisper to me
     Through the rain that begins to fall.
     They take my worries
     And fill the whole of my existence."
(Landru 's song instills in you a sense of communion with the world around you.)

Landru sings in a tenor voice:

    "It's all so peaceful here.
     In the quiet of some misty evening,
     A different kind of understanding.
     One that comes from up above
     Or maybe from the confines of
     A tranquil state of mind."
Seugallus stares at Landru.
You listen with appreciation as Landru plays an aimless carol with the skill of a master ollave.
Seugallus smiles.

Landru sings in a tenor voice:

    "I'm flying high above the treetops
     These mountains seem to beckon me.
     I accept their new religion
     Which guides me toward the sun."

Landru sings in a tenor voice:

    "As I break through the clouds
     My eyes are opened
     To the coming of the dawn."

Landru sings in a tenor voice:

    "Far below me the world awakens.
     Send my blessing to those mountains.
     Tell my lover..."
Landru quietly says, "...I am gone."
Landru smiles quietly as the final note fades into silence.




Nimuen says, "If you all can stand another soft song or two..."
Nimuen smiles.
Nimuen says, "We promise to get back to public drunkeness eventually."
Nimuen grins.

Firannion says, "All right, this is a traditional song, from a lass's point of view, about leaving a familiar place to follow one's heart."

Firannion sings in a soprano voice:

    "Come all ye maids who live at a distance
       Many miles from your swain
     Come now and lend me your assistance
       For to pass away some time
     Singing sweetly and completely
       Songs of pleasure and of love
     For my heart is with him altogether
       Though I live not where I love"

Firannion sings in a soprano voice:

    "When I sleep I dream about him
       When I wake I find no rest
     For every moment thinking of him
       My heart affixed in his breast
     Although far distance brings assistance
       From the mind love to remove
     Yet my heart is with him altogether
       Though I live not where I love"

Firannion sings in a soprano voice:

    "All the world shall be one religion
       Living things shall cease to die
     Before I prove false to my jewel
       Or any way my love deny
     The world will change and be most strange
       If ever I my mind remove
     For my heart is with him altogether
       Though I live not where I love"
Firannion smiles wistfully at the thought that this song, at least, has a happy ending.

Firannion sings in a soprano voice:

    "So farewell lads and farewell lasses
       Now I think I have my choice
     I will away to yonder mountain
       Where I think I hear his voice
     And if he calls then I will follow
       Through the world so wide to rove
     For my heart is with him altogether
       Though I live not where I love"

Firannion curtsies.



Nimuen says, "While we're all - well, except for Mistress Blood & Guts..."
Nimuen winks.
Nimuen says, "In a sentimental mood, I think we can manage one more before we all get drunk and merry again."
Nimuen says, "Especially if it comes from Trul."
Nimuen smiles.

Trul says, "this is a song I wrote during the big migration when we all lost so many friends and lovers"

Trul says, "is it called "Friendship gone by""

Trul sings in a soprano voice:

    "Thoughts of you bring smiles with memories
      of times of living wild and fancy free
      time has a way of dimming things
      and distance makes you think that it's all dreams."

(Trul sways gently to the music as she sings)

Trul sings in a soprano voice:

    "But in my mind, I see your faces
      in my eyes, I turn back the pages
      and in my heart, I feel the traces
      of friendship gone by
      of friendship gone by."

Trul sings in a soprano voice:

    "Everyone has times in their lives
      when thay must break away and make new ties
      people they will come and they will go
      and loving sometimes means letting go."

Trul rubs Seugallus gently.
(Trul closes her eyes, and you notice a tear slowly slip from her eye)

Trul sings in a soprano voice:

    "But in my mind, I see your faces
      in my eyes, I turn back the pages
      and in my heart, I feel the traces
      of friendship gone by
      of friendship gone by"

Trul smiles softly at you as she sings.

Trul sings in a soprano voice:

    "Life has a way of going on
      one day you're here the next you're gone
      Moving on I do not regret
      and my time with you I'll never forget..."

Seugallus quietly says, "I should have been a Bard...."
Trul inhales a great swallow of air.
Seugallus sighs.

Trul sings in a soprano voice:

    "For in my mind, I see your faces
      in my eyes, I turn back the pages
      and in my heart, I feel the traces
      of friendship gone by
      as friendship goes by......"

Trul just hugged Seugallus.
Trul curtsies.



Nimuen asks, "All right... and as all bards must, it's time to get merry. Eileethan, will you do the honors?"
Eileethan exclaims, "With pleasure!"
Eileethan gets a flagon of honey mead from inside his web cocoon.
Eileethan guzzles down some of his mead and then smacks his lips and wipes them with his sleeve.
Eileethan exclaims, "Lets let Baearholt Serve'm up! And lets talk about this here thing called booz!"
Eileethan guzzles down some of his mead and then smacks his lips and wipes them with his sleeve.

Eileethan begins his Bardic performance for his audience.

Eileethan sings in a countertenor voice:

    "A pint of ale never saved the day
     Tho dulls the pain as most will say
     Some rum in fact is better still
     Sure beats low cost and cheapest swill..."

Eileethan tucks his thumbs under his belt.
Eileethan dances a lively jig!

Eileethan sings in a countertenor voice:

    "A keg of mead can numb the mind
     To me i'd not have another kind
     Beer is good tho fills the bladder
     As long as i'm drunk - it doesn't matter..."

Eileethan spins around!
Eileethan wobbles, looking a bit faint.

Eileethan sings in a countertenor voice:

    "Wine can make an ev'nin grand
     A fantastic night can come unplanned
     Grog tho tastes of stronger stuff
     Don't drink to fast or'ee end on your duff!"
Eileethan staggers carelessly around the room spilling some of his drink - just missing you!

Eileethan sings in a countertenor voice:

    "Brandy yet can spin your wheels
     Just careful'ee don't trip o'er heels
     Moonshine is quick to light you up
     Don't take a full mug or e'en a cup!"
Eileethan pulls another tall mug of rum from the bar and downs as much of it as he can in one shot!
Eileethan hiccups.

Eileethan sings in a countertenor voice:

    "Whiskey now - whoah! That burns my nose!
     You drink it to fast it blows off your hose
     Spiked punch I know it packs a whallop
     Can make your pants take off at a gallop..."
Eileethan rubs his eyes.
Eileethan stares out at you with glassy eyes while wearin a silly grin.

Eileethan sings in a countertenor voice:

    "Scotch and ice can make'ee sing
     And how a drunk voice'll make'ee ear ring!
     Champagne has bubbles tha can start a giggle
     Startin our tummy's to shake and to jiggle..."
Eileethan tries to remain standing to sing another verse.
Eileethan blinks.
Eileethan falls over.
Eileethan slowly empties his lungs.
Eileethan cheerfully says, "Ok...tha's all..."




Nimuen says, "Well, so much for my next song - I'm not trying to match htat."
Nimuen grins.
Nimuen says, "So, let's see..."
Landru asks, "how bout an ol' realm favorite?"
Nimuen says, "Just so Seugallus doesn't feel -too- bad about travelling..."
Nimuen says, "Women, Troupe and otherwise - would you join me for "The Men of the Realms?""
Firannion smiles at Nimuen.
Mobelia throws her head back and howls, sounding remarkably like a real wolf!
Nimuen grins.
Branwen throws her head back and howls!
Firannion ponders the men of the Realms.
Ayrianna giggles.
Firannion smirks.

Nimuen says, "If you haven't heard this one... well... "
Nimuen says, "The title says it all."

Trynie's soprano, Dreamheart's alto, Trul's soprano and Firannion's soprano join with Nimuen's soprano as she sings:

    "Oh, I'm a tall lass with a spark in my eye
     It's not something I'll try to deny
     But given my choice and given my ken
     I'll have naught to do with lusty men..."

Nimuen sings in a soprano voice:

    "I tried it once, or twice, or thrice
     And each time I threw those dice
     They'd come up with the pips all wrong
     And why, well, that's the song..."

Nimuen sings in a soprano voice:

    "My first foray was a dashing rogue
     He was sweet and he was bold
     But I found his hands in another's pockets
     And he wasn't trying to unlock it."
Nimuen glances down at her pocket, then at a shadowy type near the bar with a cheerful growl.

Nimuen sings in a soprano voice:

    "My second, well, he was a paladin dear
     He held Hodernia's grace quite near
     A bit too near if you must ask
     Removing his armor proved too hard a task."
Nimuen mimes buckles, and joins, and more buckles... then flails her arms in despair.

Nimuen sings in a soprano voice:

    "Ah, but my moon mage so kind and wise
     He was forever staring in my eyes
     Until the day I realized his affection
     Was due to their good reflection."
Nimuen gets some spidery copper-rimmed spectacles from inside her lockpick case.
Nimuen gently buffs her spectacles.

Trynie's soprano, Dreamheart's alto, Trul's soprano and Firannion's soprano join with Nimuen's soprano as she sings:

    "Oh, I'm a tall lass with a spark in my eye
     It's not something I'll try to deny
     But given my choice and given my ken
     I'll have naught to do with lusty men..."

Nimuen says, "Well, not much, anyway."
Nimuen winks.

Nimuen sings in a soprano voice:

    "Need I tell you of my lonesome ranger?
     With him there was never any danger
     Of losing to him my fondest heart
     For he was lost right from the start."
Nimuen puts her hand over her eyes and scans the room, looking for something. After a thorough search, she puts her hand on the bar and hits her beer. Nimuen says, "Oh! That's where it was."

Nimuen sings in a soprano voice:

    "Oh, the barbarian was simply a mess
     He was looking for a maid in distress
     And when it turned out I'd a sword of my own
     He took his muscles and left me alone."



Trul says, "well"
Trul says, "since we are talking about drunk bards"
Trul says, "here is one last Trul song"
Trul says, "about that very subject"

Trul sings in a soprano voice:

    "I am as much of a bard, as a bard can be
     As is my Mother and Da before me
     But there seems to be something wrong I think
     I cannot seem to hold the drink."

Trul sings in a soprano voice:

    "My Da he sat me down one night
      he on my left, mom on my right
     He gave me a cup and a sausy wink
     And said "tonight is the night you learn how to drink.""

Trul's eyes bug out!

Trul sings in a soprano voice:

    "He lined em all up, three glasses of gin
     And when mine was empty...he'd fill it again
     I began to feel all dizzy and strange
     I pushed back my glass and I exclaimed..."

Trul crosses her eyes.

Trul sings in a soprano voice:

    "Da! Da! I'm getting drunk
     I cannot feel my toes!
     "Nonsense lass, you're never too drunk
     If you can touch your finger to your nose.""

(Trul closes her eyes)

Trul sings in a soprano voice:

    "I closed my eyes and concentrated
      stretched my arm out wide
     With confidence I brought it back
     And poked me in the eye!"

Trul cringes.
Trul exclaims, "Ouch!"

Trul sings in a soprano voice:

    "Da! Da! I'm very drunk
     So drunk I cannot see!
     "Nonsence lass, your're never too drunk
     If you can see but two of me""

Trul sings in a soprano voice:

    "I cocked my head and squinted
     Crossed one eye...then two
     I said "if I kinda look down my nose this way...
     You go from four to two""

Trul smiles stupidly.
Trul giggles a little oddly.
Trul dances a lively jig!
Trul wobbles, looking a bit faint.

Trul sings in a soprano voice:

    "Da! Da! I'm awful drunk
     I can but hardly stand
     "Nonsense lass, you're never too drunk
     If you can still find your arse with both hands.""

Trul frets.

Trul sings in a soprano voice:

    "I closed my eyes and reached behind me...
     My hands closed on two orbs of flesh
     And my mom she snickered "That's not your arse"
     "Dear.... that's my chest!""

Trul shrieks!

Trul sings in a soprano voice:

    "Da! Da! I'm powerful drunk
     I cannot drink one more!
     "Nonsense lass, you're never too drunk
     If you can still hold up the floor.""

Trul spins around!
Trul falls over.
Trul flops over!

Trul sings in a soprano voice:

    "I staggered and I stumbled
     And as I slid onto the floor
     I said'Da! hand me down the bottle
     I think I'd like...one....more..."

Trul hiccups.
Trul snores lightly.
Trul laughs!
Trul sits up.
Trul stands up.
Trul curtsies.
Trul says, "thank you"



Nimuen says, "I think I had one too many, passing out halfway through m'song like that."
Nimuen says, "Oh dear, folks... appears the Troupe's gone all silly. I reminded 'em we've used up their time and they all said... "we're just getting started!""
Nimuen says, "Something about just getting drunk enough."
Nimuen asks, "Would you all be interested in just one more round?"
Nimuen grins.
Nimuen says, "Of songs, that is."

Landru recites:

    "This be the Young Master Trader
     By Kalandas Barat-Sur..."

Landru sings in a tenor voice:

    "I once took a job as a coachman,
     My money was paid in advance.
     I then took a trip off to Haven
     For a Trader who left little to chance."

Landru sings in a tenor voice:

    "There I met a charming young Lady
     Who addressed me and said with a smile,
     "Young man, I'm in need of a coachman
     To drive me in old fashioned style.""

Landru sings in a tenor voice:

    "O' She was such a charming young lady.
     A lady of highest renown,
     And I being a dashing young coachman,
     I drove her ten times round the town."

Landru sings in a tenor voice:

    "She took me on down in the cellar
     And filled me with whiskey so quick,
     I hadn't been there many moments
     When she asked for a look at my whip! "

Landru exclaims, "Me whip!"
Landru rolls his eyes.
Landru shakes his head.

Landru sings in a tenor voice:

    "She held it, she viewed it a moment
     And she then laid it down with a smile
     'Dear man, by the look and the length of thy slash
     You could drive the best part of ten mile.'"

Landru sings in a tenor voice:

    "O' She was such a charming young lady.
     A lady of highest renown,
     And I being a dashing young coachman,
     I drove her ten times round the town."

Landru sings in a tenor voice:

    "She bid me get up to the chaise box
     So I climbed right up to the seat.
     Three swishes I gave with my cracker
     And drove her right down the high street."

Landru sings in a tenor voice:

    "I handled my whip with deft judgement
     Until I was up to her ways
     But the very first turn that I gave on the wheel
     I broke the main spring on her chaise! "

Landru exclaims, "Imagine that!"
Landru glances about with concern on his face.

Landru sings in a tenor voice:

    "O' She was such a charming young lady.
     A lady of highest renown,
     And I being a dashing young coachman,
     I drove her ten times round the town."

Landru sings in a tenor voice:

    "When my mistress grew tired or weary
     She'd call me to stop for a rest
     She'd shout for her serving-maid Sally
     The girl that I loved second best."

Landru smiles knowingly, laying a finger aside his nose.

Landru sings in a tenor voice:

    "'Sally, we've got a good coachman.
     He understands driving in style.
     While the spring on my chaise is repairing,
     I'll let him drive you for awhile.""
Landru smiles a cat-in-the-cream smile, as he stills the sound from his lute. His toe still taps and the song still dances in his eyes.

Landru sings in a tenor voice:

    "O' She was such a charming young lady
     A lady of highest renown.
     And I being a dashing young coachman..."

Landru sings in a tenor voice:

    "I drove her
            Ten Tiiiimmes Round the
                      Tooooooowwwwwwwn!"
Dreamheart says, "I remember the first time Iheard Kalandas sing that."
Landru says, "it's a classic"




Nimuen asks, "Eilee? Will you restore some decorum to the proceedings?"
Nimuen asks, "Or make it worse?"
Nimuen grins.
Firannion scoffs at Nimuen.
Trul laughs!
Firannion asks, "Decorum?"
Trynie asks, "Eilee? Restore decorum?"
Trynie babbles incoherently.
Eileethan exclaims, "Decorum! Decorum! Heck NO!"
Therae asks, "How dare you suggest such a thing, Nimuen?"
Eileethan cackles!
Mobelia grins at Therae.
Trul lets out a hearty cheer for Eileethan!
Therae glares at Nimuen.
Ayrianna lets out a loud "Huzzah!"
The russet squirrel squeaks, "Larisah, I like these friends of yours. this is the most attention I've had in years"
Nimuen says, "Never thought I'd see the day where -I- was the least bawdy one on the stage."
Branwen exclaims, "More Rum, More Rum!"
Nimuen grins.
(Llywelfynn begins foraging around Kynthi's person looking for something or other... or perhaps not)
Therae says, "Here you go little squirrel"
Therae drops some wild corn.
Branwen throws her head back and howls!
Nimuen scratches the russet squirrel.
Phaedra chuckles.
Eileethan says, "Hey, lets all think about the decorum out there in the hunting grounds..."
Branwen giggles.
Trynie laughs!
Cemm pats Branwen on the back.
Cemm says, "Heh."
You notice a russet squirrel stretch up on its hind legs to look around.
Kynthi pokes Llywelfynn in the ribs.
Branwen says, "Oh, you said decorum."
Branwen sighs.

Eileethan begins his Bardic performance for his audience.
Larisah pets the russet squirrel.
(Firannion tries to appear decorous, but succeeds only in doing a pretty fair impression of Nynis.)
Eileethan grins.
The russet squirrel squeaks, "thanks, but I only eat grasses and acorns"

Eileethan gets some black ironwood bones inlaid with a gracefully curving band of tiny silver stars from inside his web cocoon.
Branwen exclaims, "More Rum, more Rum!"
Trynie beams at Eileethan!
Branwen throws her head back and howls!
Nimuen just tickled Branwen.
Llywelfynn laughs!

Eileethan sings in a countertenor voice:

    "With high hopes of hunting grand
     I set out off into the land
     My armor strong, my sword agleam
     I wished for treasure of my Dream"
Eileethan rips into a playful rhythm on his bones lending a bright beat to the song.

Eileethan sings in a countertenor voice:

    "I searched the vinyards by myself
     I searched for battle to lead to wealth
     And still there was no other soul
     Until at last I stalked a Troll"
Eileethan sneaks around the room with a fierce determination on his face.

Eileethan sings in a countertenor voice:

    "I crept up to it, that I did
     Its presence here I planned to rid
     With lightning speed I moved to strike
     My sword did hit with all my might"
Eileethan dances around the room, imagined blade in his hand cutting the air before him.

Firannion cowers away from Eileethan!
Cemm cackles!

Eileethan sings in a countertenor voice:

    "It's arm was lost beneath my blade
     Into the fray it now did wade
     With one claw free to seek me out
     I dodged and parried it's one hand bout"

Eileethan ducks his head.
Eileethan leans to his left slightly.

Eileethan sings in a countertenor voice:

    "My efforts now I did redouble
     For I was now indeed in trouble
     The Troll did claw me striking sound
     A gasp of pain did I resound"

Eileethan gazes down at his arm.
A pained expression crosses Eileethan's face.

Eileethan sings in a countertenor voice:

    "With hope I slashed it's other arm
     It cursed and screamed out in alarm
     With no claws left to scratch me with
     It's bite was now it's only gift"

Eileethan lets out a short, triumphant, "HAH!"

Eileethan sings in a countertenor voice:

    "I watched the troll now all agape
     It glared at me with all it's hate
     Profuse it bled and and came to bite
     It would not die, twas full of fight"

Eileethan braces himself for the onslaught!

Eileethan sings in a countertenor voice:

    "It clamped it jaws onto my arm
     It bit me good, it did me harm
     How could this be, it should be dead
     Yet still it lived and now I bled"
Eileethan runs around the room flailing his arms about as if being chased by a rabid Troll.

Eileethan sings in a countertenor voice:

    "As I stood prepared to swing
     The Troll was still - did not a thing
     I sighed and watched it fall to earth
     It's landing then gave silence birth"

Eileethan blinks.

Eileethan sings in a countertenor voice:

    "With glee I searched it's fallen form
     It's chest was still, it's skin still warm
     I hoped of coin or gem to find
     The dream was fresh within my mind"

Eileethan rubs his hands together.

Eileethan sings in a countertenor voice:

    "As fate does turn it's own design
     I found no coins nor gems so fine
     My efforts for riches none did reap
     Unless you count this rotting heap"

Eileethan grins like an idiot.
Eileethan bows.



Nimuen exclaims, "Eileethan the silly, folks!"
Nimuen says, "By the way, thanks to whoever tipped me so generously when I passed out drunk."
Nimuen asks, "Firannion, I believe you had a drinking song to toss on the heap?"

Firannion says, "Well, that one actually reminded me of another song about rock trolls."
Eileethan's performance continues.
Firannion blinks at Eileethan.
Firannion asks, "Are you quite finished, Eilee?"
Eileethan grins.
Eileethan exclaims, "Aye!"
Cemm grins.
Tixa hiccups.
Firannion seems to be waiting for something.
Trynie chuckles.
(Syrani snores softly.)
Eileethan leans on Firannion.
Firannion just tickled Eileethan.

Firannion says, "All right then... Here's a melancholy old song of the Highlands, dedicated to all the kilt-wearers out there."
Firannion asks, "May I have a chorus?"
Firannion says, "Sing with me, Troupers."
Eileethan stands near Firannion.

Firannion sings in a soprano voice:

    "Oh the summertime is coming
     And the leaves are sweetly blooming
     And the wild mountain trolls
     Beat on elves and dwarves and humans
     Will ye go, laddie, go?"
Nimuen's soprano, Eileethan's countertenor, Syrani's mezzo-soprano and Landru's tenor join with Firannion's soprano as she sings:

    "And we'll all go together
     To kill wild mountain trolls
     All around the purple heather
     Will ye go, laddie, go?"

Firannion sings in a soprano voice:

    "If my Guild-mates will not go
     I will surely find another
     To kill wild mountain trolls
     All around the purple heather
     Will ye go, laddie, go?"
Nimuen's soprano, Eileethan's countertenor, Syrani's mezzo-soprano and Landru's tenor join with Firannion's soprano as she sings:

    "And we'll all go together
     To kill wild mountain trolls
     All around the purple heather
     Will ye go, laddie, go?"

Firannion sings in a soprano voice:

    "I will pick my love a box
     By yon clear crystal fountain
     From each troll that I kill
     On the side of yonder mountain
     Will ye go, laddie, go?"
Nimuen's soprano, Eileethan's countertenor, Syrani's mezzo-soprano and Landru's tenor join with Firannion's soprano as she sings:

    "And we'll all go together
     To kill wild mountain trolls
     All around the purple heather
     Will ye go, laddie, go?"
Firannion says, "That one always gets me all choked up..."
Firannion giggles.




Nimuen says, "All right folks... all good things must come to an end, and although I suspect you can squeeze a -few- more songs out of these folks, I'm going to sing the last official song of the concert now."
Nimuen says, "Would the Troupe members sing with me? It's a lullaby of sorts, called "Gull's Wings.""

Nimuen begins her Bardic performance for her audience.

Nimuen touches her txitsu to her lips, producing a haunting cry from the whistleflute that reminds you of the cry of a gull. The sound lingers after she lowers the reed away from her lips.

Nimuen sings in a soprano voice:

    "Each morning I awake to the scent
     Of salt and brine upon the breeze
     To the kiss of the ocean's breath
     The soft caress of my heart's ease."
Nimuen looks to the east, and her eyes seem to reflect something far from this ground-locked tavern.

Nimuen sings in a soprano voice:

    "I rise to the sound of the waves
     Crashing upon the rocks and sand
     And I stretch my arms in praise
     Of great Eluned's seaborne hand."
Nimuen stretches her arms up to the sky, her eyes closing for a moment.

Nimuen says, "And I pray..."

A chorus of voices join with Nimuen's leading soprano as she sings:

    "Let there always be an ocean's wind
     To carry away my dreams
     On canvas sails and seagull's wings
     Where nothing is as it seems."
Nimuen touches her txistu to her lips, this time evoking the steady sweep of waves against the shore. Again, the sound lingers after she begins to sing.

Nimuen sings in a soprano voice:

    "I work to the touch of the zephyr
     Caressing the salt of my skin
     I laugh with the dance of the dolphins
     The sea is without and within."

Nimuen sings in a soprano voice:

    "Each day I splice, and sew and sail
     To the sound of the sea's soft laughter
     Eluned's voice among the blue and green
     Singing as my hands fly faster."
Nimuen bows her head and whispers, just loudly enough for you to hear, "And I pray..."

A chorus of voices join with Nimuen's leading soprano as she sings:

    "Let there always be an ocean's wind
     To carry away my dreams
     On canvas sails and seagull's wings
     here nothing is as it seems."
Nimuen lifts the txitsu to her lips, and the sound of the waves seems softer, fainter.

Nimuen sings in a soprano voice:

    "Each evening as I lay my head down
     The day's work done at last
     I listen to the the gentle sound
     Of halyard upon the mast."

Nimuen sings in a soprano voice:

    "Asleep within the salted spray
     That scents the sweet night's breeze
     Resting in Eluned's strong arms
     Next to the ocean, my heart's ease."
Nimuen raises her head and lets her voice carry clearly, passionately, across the room. "And I pray..."

A chorus of voices join with Nimuen's leading soprano as she sings:

    "Let there always be an ocean's wind
     To carry away my dreams
     On canvas sails and seagull's wings
     Where nothing is as it seems."
Nimuen's performance ends.


Nimuen says, "Ladies and gentlemen... the Troupe of Four Winds! May the winds carry you safely to your dreams."

Firannion ponders whether she will live long enough to gaze out at the ocean.
Axegore exclaims, "Bravo!"

Dreamheart exclaims, "And next week's concert is by the Lovely Firannion. Remember, same time, same place!"
Dreamheart exclaims, "thank you all for such a wonderful evening of music!"

Nimuen exclaims, "One last time, folks, put your hands together for Trul, Eileethan, Landru, Firannion and of course, the incomparable patron of the arts and bard extrodinaire, Dreamheart!"


==Guest Descriptions==

Nimuen Wavesinger, a Human Bard
She has crystal green eyes, long wavy golden brown hair that is braided, and tanned skin.
She is young for a Human.
She is in good shape.

She is wearing a lantholite gwethdesuan, a lasmodi gwethdesuan, a golden hoop earring, a sea-colored necklace of soft twisted yarn, a marquetry lockpick case handcrafted with an inlaid design of a mariner's compass, a wide ivory scrimshaw bracelet, a jade dolphin armband, a dashing linen pirate's shirt that hangs open in the front, a buttoned linen bodice, a woven leather belt adorned with tiny brass wrens, some tan suede breeches, some seafoam leather boots with dolphin-shaped jade charms, a carved pick, a plain sack, a black spidersilk backpack, a sturdy weapon harness, a long pouch and a shagreen instrument case embossed with the golden emblem of the Bards' Guild.




Eileethan Silverchord, an Elf Bard
He has crystal blue eyes, very long straight white hair that is loose, and fair skin.
He is young for an Elf.

He has faint scuffing to the back.
He has a crumbling volcanic rock wedged into his left eye.
He is in good shape.

He is wearing a blue towel, an arm pouch, a silver ear cuff engraved with the image of a glowing wren locked in combat with an enraged dragon, a linen swordsman's shirt with a blackworked collar, a pair of wire spectacles with sky blue lenses, a waermodi gwethdesuan, a lasmodi gwethdesuan, a carved wooden wren hanging from a soft leather cord, some black riding boots with silver spurs, a triskele medallion, a delicate silver rose ring, an onyx black medium case, a shadowy black vest with a treble clef stitched in silver thread on the pocket, a carved silver pick, a cocoon woven from shimmering pearlescent spiderweb strands, a small velvet sack embroidered with tumbling dice, a hand-stitched traveler's pack, a wide lifesculpted silverwillow band with a blue-white diamond shaped into it, a pair of comfortable-looking black trousers, a silver grey thigh bag, a black leather belt, a corroded greatsword sheath, a furry rabbit's foot hanging from a delicate silver ribbon and an elm short bow.




Tale Singer Landru Silvyrmane, an Elf
He has crystal green eyes, long thick silver hair that is loose, and tanned skin.
He is young for an Elf.

He is holding a glass of vintage wine in his right hand.
He is wearing a lightened bo stick, an albredine crystal ring, a wine red buckler, some crimson hunting leathers, a silver chain, a sable brown journey pack, a ruby signet ring, some roan blue wolfskin pants, a carved jade dragon pin with tiny faceted ruby eyes, a bronze cow charm, a fletching pouch, an inlaid turquoise and bone wristcuff, a lemon yellow jonquil, a cerulean blue harness, a snakeskin wrist sheath, a ruby red thigh bag, a small dragon charm, a ruby red quiver, a pewter wren armband, a diamond wren charm, a delicate gold rose ring, a small jeweled sack, some green velvet ribbons, a soft tan sluagh-hide belt, a moonstone coyote armband, a silver chain, some smoke grey wolfskin boots, a silver ring bearing the crest of the Bard Guild, a silver chain, a foresters bow and a blue velvet hat embossed with a galaxy of stars.




Poet Firannion Matrevyn, a Human Bard
She has violet eyes, long thick silver hair that is braided, and tanned skin.
She is fairly young for a Human.
She is in good shape.

She is holding a taffelberry tart in her right hand.
She is wearing a cerulean blue pouch, a cerulean blue scabbard, some oiled leathers, a silver key with a spider-web design on the grip, a lantholite gwethdesuan, some billowing white satin pantaloons edged with seed pearls along the outer seams, a creamy white silk tabard intricately embroidered with a shimmering golden harp, some spidery copper-rimmed spectacles, some white silk stockings, a sparkling-red cookie bag, a gold owl ear-stud, a tiny nightingale charm, a cerulean hip belt embroidered with intricate golden wrens, a shagreen instrument case embossed with the golden emblem of the Bards' Guild, a carved pick, a blue brocade backpack embroidered along the straps with a wren-in-flight pattern, some calla lily earrings with pearl accents, a platinum ring bearing the crest of the Warrior Mage Guild, a silky white blouse, a mist grey foraging apron, some smoke grey snakeskin boots, a carved wooden wren hanging from a soft leather cord, a sjatmal gwethdesuan, a waermodi gwethdesuan, a lasmodi gwethdesuan and an onyx-inlaid light crossbow.




Taleweaver Dreamheart Delaevan, a Human Bard
She has grey eyes, shoulder length wavy auburn hair that is loose, and fair skin.
She is young for a Human.
She is in good shape.

She is wearing a carved pick, a leaf green cloak, some articulated greaves, a dragon's heart ring, a knot of multicolored silk ribbons, some high-heeled boots, a carved silver pick, a canvas sack, a tear-drop crystal earring, a carved wooden wren hanging from a soft leather cord, a pearl grey suede bandolier, a grey leather haversack, a belled anklet, a belled bracelet, a dancer's belt, an egg-shell white linen chemise with full sleeves, a patchwork vest crafted from bits of colorful fabrics, a black silken garter threaded with small iridescent beads, a ruffled skirt, a carved jade dragon pin with tiny faceted ruby eyes, some fine Elothean gold bracelets, a strand of dull amber beads, a forest green ribbon, a somber black hooded cloak, a waermodi gwethdesuan, a silvery satin rosette, a pair of emerald earrings, a delicate violet, a leather cowl and some studded leather gloves.




Virtuoso Ayrianna Montgryn, an Elf Bard
She has violet eyes, very long straight auburn hair that is loose, and rosy skin.
She is young for an Elf.

She has some faint scars along the left arm, some tiny scars across the left leg, faint scuffing to the abdomen, some minor swelling and bruising around the right eye, some minor swelling and bruising around the left eye, some minor twitching.

She is wearing a luminous jade armband exquisitely sculpted into a dreamlike silhouette of a male Halfling and a female Elf soulfully intertwined in an ethereal embrace, a sheer raven-black beaded lace gown accented by a deep crimson satin underdress, a hand-stitched traveler's pack, a hooded shadow black cloak clasped at the neck with a small diamond dagger, a pair of misty pink elbaite toe-rings, a red satin girdle, a jade ring carved into the shape of a mug of frosty stout ale clenched by a halfling hand, some red fishnet hose, a pale blue oval cameo locket and a pale cyan albredine ring.




Taleweaver Bladeworthy Epochal, a Human Bard
He has grey eyes, short straight honey hair that is unkempt, and tanned skin.
He is young for a Human.

He is holding a flask of Glythtide's Favor in his right hand.
He is wearing a slate grey buckler, a grey wool kilt, a bard's blue eyepatch engraved with the silver image of a lute, a long leather pouch cinched with a silver ram's head on a rawhide thong, a misty grey harness, a kyanite gwethdesuan, a grey wool hooded cloak, a jadeite gwethdesuan, a silver chain, a pair of black boots, a silver ring bearing the crest of the Bard Guild, a hand-stitched traveler's pack, some silvered chain, a bronze medallion stamped with the image of a flying wren and a light crossbow.




Cemm Marcolin, a Human Warrior Mage
He has crystal blue eyes, shoulder length wavy brown hair that is tied back, and tanned skin.
He is young for a Human.
He is in good shape.

He is holding a flask of Glythtide's Favor in his right hand.
He is wearing a twisted cambrinth armband, a hooded longcoat, a jadeite gwethdesuan, a pair of polished black leather knee boots, a kyanite gwethdesuan, a burlap backpack, a sturdy weapon harness, some hunting leathers and a longbow wrapped in hand-tooled leather.




Novice Hazel Ternador, a Human Warrior Mage
She has jade eyes, long wavy auburn hair that is braided, and tanned skin.
She is fairly young for a Human.
She is in good shape.

She is holding a huggable firesprite doll in her right hand.
She is wearing some boots, a flowing skirt, a red tunic, a large sack, a simple headband woven of scarlet and ebony ribbons, a marquetry lockpick case handcrafted with an inlaid design of a mariner's compass and a simple robe with curious silver sigils embroidered about the cuffs and hem.




Larisah Darwenwood, an Elf Bard
She has grey eyes, long wavy amber hair that is braided, and fair skin.
She is young for an Elf.
She is in good shape.

She is wearing a carved pick, a golden-edged hairpin, a slimming cerulean dress of soft, sighing silk that hugs the hips and is laced up the back with silver ribbons, a lantholite gwethdesuan, a hooded shadow black cloak clasped at the neck with a small diamond dagger, a taneel'neg ring, a waermodi gwethdesuan, a silver gilt hauberk, a heavy platinum ring engraved with the image of a dragon grasping the emblem of the Bard's Guild between its claws, a brushed silver armband engraved with a large jade glaysker flower, a blue brocade backpack embroidered along the straps with a wren-in-flight pattern, a hip pouch, some black riding boots with silver spurs, a thigh quiver, a shagreen instrument case embossed with the golden emblem of the Bards' Guild, a fragile black diamond rose, an onyx-inlaid light crossbow and a cookie bag.




Llywelfynn MacNaill, an Elf Bard
He has amber eyes, shoulder length wavy red hair that is tousled, and fair skin.
He is young for an Elf.

He is wearing a green wool kilt, a kyanite gwethdesuan, a black cape embroidered with a growling wolf, a carved silver pick, a waermodi gwethdesuan, some forest green boots, a tasseled leather baldric, a bronze medallion stamped with the image of a flying wren, a moonstone wedding ring, an epidote panther charm, a gold ring bearing the crest of the Ranger Guild, a hand-stitched traveler's pack, a chain shirt and a oak longbow.




Mykk Dalys, a Halfling
You have blue eyes, short wavy black hair that is tied back, and tanned skin.

You are wearing a sumptuous wine red cloak, some billowing black satin pantaloons edged with flame red piping, a blood red swashbuckler's sash, a leather weapon harness, a willow backpack, a kyanite gwethdesuan and a jadeite gwethdesuan.




Seugallus Magelynde, an Elothean
He has violet eyes, long fine silver hair that is tied back, and pale skin.
He is fairly young for an Elothean.
He is in good shape.

He is wearing a silver-edged scabbard, a journey pack, some leather gloves, some chain vambraces, a double-linked chain tunic, some chain legguards, a soft silvery belt, a twisted cambrinth armband, a leather sheath and some leather boots.




Trader Therae Velo, a Dwarf
He has one brown eye and one jade eye, cropped brown hair, and pale skin.
He is young for a Dwarf.
He is in good shape.

He is wearing some studded leather gloves, a hand-tooled leather trader's contract case with hand-cut precious gemstones set in gold and silver settings, a grey leather mask, a slender gold-tipped lance, a alder longbow, a small dragon charm, a gold owl ear-stud, some hunting leathers, a sea-green sack embroidered with seashells and starfish, a kyanite gwethdesuan, a jadeite gwethdesuan, a carved pick, a ruby signet ring, an azure blue silk orchid, a hip pouch, a brushed silver armband engraved with a large jade glaysker flower, a sturdy backpack and a silver key with a spider-web design on the grip.




Trul Oldsong, an Elf Bard
She has grey eyes, long wavy amber hair that is loose, and fair skin.
She is young for an Elf.
She is in good shape.

She is wearing a ash longbow, a gold longbow ear-stud, a diamond and platinum locket, a smooth black agate ring with two singing wrens carved into the band, a long pouch, a carved pick, a medium case, a silver thigh pouch, a hip pouch, a sturdy green backpack, a taneel'neg ring, a waermodi gwethdesuan, a lasmodi gwethdesuan, a sheer dress made of shimmering blue and mauve gossamer that sparkles with threads of glittering silver, a woven sirese garland and a thigh quiver.




Tale Singer Trynie Tel'aran'rhiod, an Elf Bard
She has violet eyes, very long curly honey hair that is loose, and fair skin.
She is young for an Elf.
She is in good shape.

She is wearing an Elothean silverwillow crossbow, an onyx medallion hanging from a delicate silver chain, a sjatmal gwethdesuan, a small velvet sack embroidered with tumbling dice, a sapphire blue suede long pouch, a gold thigh pouch, a small suede case, a silver key with a spider-web design on the grip, an opal wren armband, a carved wooden wren hanging from a soft leather cord, a greatsword sheath, some mist grey breeches, a smooth black agate ring with two singing wrens carved into the band, a blackened steel locket, a hand-stitched traveler's pack, a lasmodi gwethdesuan, some white doeskin boots with tiny wolf-shaped onyx charms, a gold ring bearing the crest of the Bard Guild, a silver grey wrist purse and a champagne softly-draped shirt.




Valquesta DeCarle, an Elf
She has amber eyes, very long straight black hair that is braided, and copper skin.
She is young for an Elf.
She is in good shape.

She is wearing a sturdy brown backpack, some topaz armbands, some burnt orange leggings, some suede boots and some pure white doeskin leathers.

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