I Hope You Can Come
Jan30

I Hope You Can Come

(30 Lormesta 5115: The Landing) There is a new song to sing, and I am inviting all of my friends to hear the first performance of an old Elven Tale that has been passed down through the generations. It is called The Dark Knight. After consulting with the Landing’s public calendar, I saw that I could squeeze it in on Feast Day at 10 in the evening [OOC: Saturday, Jan 31st 10pm ET] just before the big town meeting at 10:30. I...

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Let It Be – Me
Jan30

Let It Be – Me

(30 Lormesta 5115: An aside – from the harp) She speaks to me. In words tender, In songs so wistful I could burst. I echo her mood, conforming to the yearning in her voice. I surrender everything to her. She does not hear me! I long to hear my name upon her lips. Her touch upon my very soul. I ache, she consumes my every thought....

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Prayer
Jan28

Prayer

(28 Lormesta 5115: An aside – the harp’s prayer) Touch me with your longing again, dearest one. Closer, come, O, warm and burning joy! Must…her. Give her all. Surely, slowly. Oh, the ache of her.  ...

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Addicted To Haste
Jan25

Addicted To Haste

(24 Lormesta 5115: The Landing) He walked into town square, and returned to normal speed. Who would guess that would be the portent of an unforgettable adventure? It barely registered on the young bardess, though. She was hurt, and seriously diseased from an encounter with a warcat during the first moments of her hunting outing. “Take your time, I do not think this will kill me,” she whispered to Miss Solstys, who was the...

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Felling The Fell Trees
Jan23

Felling The Fell Trees

(22 Lormesta 5115: The Landing) Mister Crux’s thoughts crossed my mind, “‘Nother tree down!” I did not even have to ask which trees. Those nasty black trees blighted the landscape for quite a ways. Companions have explained some of their confusing origins, which I will leave to people better equipped than I am to explain. They have existed for 2 years, striking out at anyone and anything in their way, injuring,...

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About All the Pasts
Jan21

About All the Pasts

[A brief: this is a completely out of character document I update from time to time with my travels and adventures. It may make no sense to you, but it is dear to me. These are some of the times and characters I have cherished from 1987 to the present. I add it here as part of my ongoing effort to share my adventures. If you are reading and find yourself mentioned, know that I would welcome a note.]   The Bardess & The...

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High Midnight Holy
Jan17

High Midnight Holy

(17 Lormesta 5115: The Landing) Songs spun in her head, none clear. Peace, reflection, and sanctuary had not helped. With a confused sigh, she walked out of the wing of memory and down the stairs; midnight was calling in the echoes of her soul. And while twilight’s first touch of dark was a sacred time for the Lord of Dreams, sometimes a thing required midnight. The shrine was empty except for her and the flame. Here she waited...

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The Shrine, The Sign
Jan15

The Shrine, The Sign

(13 Lormesta 5115: The Landing) Silvergate Inn West Ring Road Wehnimer’s Landing Dear Father, The most remarkable thing happened to me at the Shrine of Dreams. As I prayed and dipped my hand into the font of dreams, I was overtaken with a wonderful vision … The world around me grew dark and unfocused.  A butterfly appeared just ahead of me, its pink wings gracefully fanned the air.  Soon the beautiful creature exploded in a...

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Hello!
Jan12

Hello!

(11 Lormesta 5115: An aside – the harp’s exclamation) The young elf hears my voice; a brilliance of joy fills me. I reach for her again, learning how to move her. She does not hear more. Her touch is warm, her caress moves me. I need; her. Music, must, with her. O, the ache of her.    ...

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The Altar’s Dreaming Night
Jan12

The Altar’s Dreaming Night

(12 Lormesta 5115: The Landing) The vigil began in the late hours as she poured her heart out to the altar at the shrine. Notions she had barely dared to think, let alone hope for, poured through her mind as she gave them up to the Lord of Dreams. During murmured weeping, she lay bare her soul. She crumpled against the dark altar after some time, giving in to the beckoning, compelling eyes. His eyes. Soaring into a dream-state, she...

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