You Never Forget Your First
Sep30

You Never Forget Your First

(29 Imaerasta 5114: Ta’Vaalor) Dear Mother and Father, I finished it! The song for my Patroness, Iniania. I gave it to her this evening. I was nearly bursting at the seams until she got to town. I called the song Lady of the Sands, because that must be where she is from. I’m going to sketch it below for your critique, Mother. Lady of the Sands is scribbled here on the parchment. It was so exciting to give it to her before I left...

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Lady of the Sands
Sep30

Lady of the Sands

(28 Imaerasta 5114: Ta’Vaalor) Here is my first song since I left home, for the Great Lady Iniania, who helped me my first day in the walled city with a new instrument, a fine weapon, and some very nice clothes.   The Lady of the Sands By night and day, the forest smiles Upon her every step and care. Sun-kissed, night-veiled, she makes her way With ne’er a trace that she was there. Creatures flock to follow her,...

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Duet by Dark
Sep28

Duet by Dark

She sat alone in the evening garden. The first big storm was gone and the night skies twinkled like millions of diamonds above her. Moonbeams painted everything with an eerie red brush including the glimmering waters of the fountain. She pulled her beloved mandolin onto her lap and easily warmed up on exercises she learned in childhood. She picked out the arpeggios to a new song as her left hand experimented with turns and ornaments...

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Safe Arrival
Sep26

Safe Arrival

21 Imaerasta 5114 Dear Mother and Father, I am safe and sound behind the walls of Ta’Vaalor. Thank you for providing a safe escort and for your support in my continued music training. I love you both dearly for that. At first I was lonesome but do not fear, I have made friends. The Innkeeper, Rouschall, who seems a somewhat influential man, is allowing me to play for my room and board at The Legendary Rest. A very nice Lady at...

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Torched By Midnight
Sep22

Torched By Midnight

The Landing beckoned me from somewhere in the past. Feeling the weight of memory upon my soul, I could not help but step through the gates. Even though the music was a bright ballad, it was a struggle to feel it within my very soul. What was warm, was too warm, what was familiar, scratched and tore at memories long protected by their own walls. My feet made their own way upon streets that somehow knew me. Not just the cobblestones,...

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Of All Ghosts …
Sep18

Of All Ghosts …

They were not my eyes, but they were all I had to see through. I could not keep my emotions from her, and that was unfortunate for her… The streets were dark. The crescent of a beautiful golden moon reflected in the damp street from the day’s rain. The town, not really a city proper, was full of old things that did not seem old. With my first step upon the cobblestones inside the city gates, I felt the weight of memory here....

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The Blue Pixie
Sep18

The Blue Pixie

The Pixie was blue, and she was chatty. I wasn’t feeling the least bit chatty. Why wasn’t she green? I looked around, and I was lost. Strangers passed by, some ran, others walked slowly. The Pixie provided guidance from her perch on my shoulder. “Is this my new muse? Am I caught in some hellish plane? What in the world did I ever do wrong to deserve this?” I wondered. The Pixie was already chattering again. I missed it. BlueWings here...

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The End of the ICE Age
Sep17

The End of the ICE Age

(Sometime long ago…in Kelfour’s Landing) She went to the window in the quiet morning. There was snow and ice everywhere, the window pane had even frosted on the inside. Brushing the icy coating away, she peered out at an almost empty town. There were things littering the streets, discarded things. Sometimes she caught the glimpse of movement, but when she stared hard at the spot, there was nobody there. It was quieter than...

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The Break-Up Song
Sep16

The Break-Up Song

His name was Mohrgan Silversteel. I was young, and Kelfour’s Landing was all we had. Good days, those, until we parted. No drama, no yelling, just the inevitability that something had changed.   Sweetest prince, he came to me, Silvered enchantments from his tongue fell. And in the oldest of magics, the Fair One smiled, He smiled at me and thus began the spell. But Mortal I, had only a musician’s ear, For the lilting...

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GemStone III
Sep16

GemStone III

GemStone III was a blockbuster. Share your favorite memories and companions with us....

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