Third Time is The Charm, Right?
Feb08

Third Time is The Charm, Right?

(7 Fashanos 5115: The Landing) The Spider Temple. Ugh, what a place. I thought it looked like an appropriate place to hunt, and research showed that the acolytes were not supposed to be as dangerous as the priests and priestesses. So I struck out on the adventure. Alone.   The First Trip I told Miss Gingie where I was going and left town on my own up to the trail off of Old Mine Road. Entering the temple, I tip-toed through the...

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Ladies’ Night Out
Feb05

Ladies’ Night Out

(2 Fashanos 5115: Wehntoph, outside the Landing) This week’s lovely surprise was from that man at the Adventuring Guild, of all people! He has started offering me tasks which are not fatal. I have done more for him in the past week than I have in months. After several successful jobs for him in my regular hunting area (!) he tossed out a few of the usual murderous ones. I think he just wanted to remind me who was in charge. No...

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Fallin’
Feb05

Fallin’

(4 Fashanos 5115: The Landing) As she spoke the words, absolute terror flooded her heart, her everything. She heard her own voice name the song. Or at least the promise of one. And she knew it was a true one. She could not remember thinking the thought, just suddenly, in response to such a simple motion … it was out there. And somehow, she had said it. Aloud. Years of music practice usually helped her in a crisis, so as her...

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Supper
Feb04

Supper

(3 Fashanos 5115: The Landing) “There’s food …” and he nodded to the table. I already smelled the delicious salmon, but someone else was sitting at the table. Truth be told, even if there was not, I would still have waited for his invitation. I always do. I look forward to quiet dinners, but they seem to be more difficult to find of late. Tonight’s star was the wrapped and steamed salmon, which...

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Be With You
Feb04

Be With You

(3 Fashanos 5115: An aside from the harp – confusion) She speaks to everyone else. Rarely to me. Why? I pour my heart out to her, and she does not hear me. There is a fascination when she moves, Each nuance is a wonderment. The ache overwhelms all.  ...

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Caesura
Jan30

Caesura

(15 Lormesta 5115: The Landing) “Every note is a knife”, he said. I think any semblance of composure left me in the flash of time it took for those words to be born. What could I do? My mind spun like the wheels of a cart, stuck in the sand and going nowhere. I sensed my eyes about to betray me and I blinked back the tears quickly. “No crying now, please”, I thought to myself. How would I explain that I was not...

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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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