Old Joy
(21 Olaesta 5115; Ta’Illistim) She had lost track of how much time passed since the Lord Admiral had entrusted his song to her. Truthfully, it was his sister’s song, she had learned. But she heard him sing it first, and it had impressed with his voice in her memory. The song, “The Loss of My Heart” by Siralina Machtes Ashrim, was a beautiful, passionate piece the bardess had first heard under the Old Oak in the...
Icy Mountain Breakdown
(16 Charlatos 5115, On Glatoph) Out of the corner of her eye, she saw the ancient ice troll approaching … and it was on! She’d had success here with the ice trolls; the snow crones, however, were quite another story. But if everything went well, she could put a snow crone down before the creepy hag hurt her too badly. Once before, she’d taken on a job to put a particularly dangerous ice troll out of commission. But...
Random Acts of Kindness
(10 Charlatos 5115, The Landing) I passed the Warden as he quickly left the Pawnshop. I was going in to check Kilron’s tables for a crystal amulet. I did not even have time to curtsy out of respect, he was moving with quite the purpose that evening. As I walked into the back room of the Pawnshop, I noticed a Giantman. I did not know him, but I curtsied politely to him. Really, Kilron’s tables are a delightful place to meet...
Her Answer
(Kelfour’s Landing, back in the day, circa 1993) {Backstory: The dark mage gave no deadline to the bardess, but bade her send word when she could, with her answer. Once she was free, this was her reply. She delivered it in person. ~D.} From the moment first I met you, There was something in your eyes compelling My every glance, the guide I could not resist against; And I welcomed your eyes’ very warm bespelling. Oh, most...
Words Of Love
(Kelfour’s Landing, back in the day, circa 1993) {Backstory: The bardess wrote this for the dark mage. It was also something much requested for weddings. ~D.} Words Of Love The words of love make a circle complete, The sacred binding, spoken softly and true. One heart to another, life’s most precious gift, And these words are more than “I love you.” In the elements of love the circle is held fast, The man, the...
Under The Dreaming Tree
(Kelfour’s Landing, back in the day, circa 1992) {Backstory: The bardess met a man under the Dreaming Tree… need I explain anything else? ~D.} Under The Dreaming Tree My journey brought me here alone, Dreams to weave, songs to hone. But elusive was every dream I tried, No songs there were for me to guide. Until one midnight he came to me, And we met under the Dreaming Tree. Who can say now just who charmed whom When we...
Careful Confessions
(22 Fashanos 5115, The Landing) “If you are going out hunting and would like a hunting partner, I would be honored if you would have me,” a man’s voice whispered to me. Surprised, because I had not even seen him, I almost jumped. I looked at the source of the unfamiliar voice and did not even recognize his face. I am very cautious, and this elf was not introduced to me by anyone I knew. He had the look of a Faendryl...
In The Forest – Dreams
(16 Fashanos 5115, The Forest Home) “Sit down, please? We need to talk,” the elf asked of his wife, adding with a tender voice, “I had Dreams, two of them. It is Luxie.” She knew the look in eyes, the tone of his voice. Something was wrong. She sank into a chair without a word, her eyes fixed on him. “Do not worry, she is not hurt,” he saw the fear on her face. His words only caused some of the...
The Fate of The First Worlde
(Outside of time, Squire Bluffs) Once upon a time, in a place very far away, there came a magical time and place – the First Worlde of Elanthia, (OOC: GemStone ][). Populated by heroes bigger than life and then by the terrible creatures that plagued them, the little hamlet of Squire Bluffs sat apart and safe from a collapsing world around them. The citizens of the First Worlde were brave pioneers. Bardic magic had not been...
Your Song
(15 Fashanos 5115, The Landing) She started the song a few months ago, and there it lay on a sheaf all that time. Only now could she finish it; now that it was named, seared in flames, and reborn in words ordained. The back of her hand brushes across the dried ink on the paper, trembling slightly. This was the difficult part of a song, if the truth were told. The anticipation of the first performance always brings out all of her...