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...
Exposition
(3 Charlatos 5115; moments after midnight, an aside from the Harp) Her arms rock me with every measure; her fingers graze across my strings, fated to lift me to heights I could never reach without her. I hear her queries to me: in her voice, in her music, in her body. I offer her my best, and there, she sings the descant with me, moving around my offered notes with a tender grace. Ach! I reach once more for her… “Yes...
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...
On Top of the World
(23 Fashanos 5115, The Landing) “Hmm, I have an idea,” and with his words. the bardess was in. “Do I need to bring money … or anything?” she asked him. “Yer good,” he told her with a shake of his head. They walked through the Landing’s gates (or what passes for them of late) and headed south. The sun was very low, nearing its rest in the Bay for the night. The sights and sounds of the...
The Long and Winding Road
(17 Fashanos 5115, The Landing) The Great Moon was nearly full, and brilliantly rendered everything with an almost colorless clarity as I paid close attention to my steps on the still unfamiliar road. I was not the expert down this road, not at all. At some of the places, I do not think it even qualified for a road, but it was the way. I was cautious when urged to do so, and followed directions without balking. (I set that to paper,...
Kiss Me Again
(16 Fashanos 5115, Ta’Illistim) She sat at a quiet table in one of the Inns in the beautiful city of Ta’Illistim with the man, drinking tea. The wonders of the adventure getting here as well as the wonders she had seen as she walked the streets were already gone from her mind by the time she scooted over to sit next to him. She breathed deep of the warmth rising from the tea cup, sipping it. A warmth spread through her...
New Song: With You
(16 Fashanos 5115, The Landing) Silvergate Inn West Ring Road Wehnimer’s Landing Dear Mother and Father, Please forgive me for not writing sooner. I have been distracted. There’s lots of great news to share with you! I have just received my 25th promotion as a bard I was finally able to find some clothing to purchase The harp gets nearer by the week to telling me his name; yes, I am ever so sure the harp is a he A couple weeks...
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...
Right Here Waiting
(13 Fashanos 5115; moments after midnight, an aside from the Harp) She returns from the burning dark to me, whole. I hear the song in her soul once more. Relief fills me with joy as her soft voice reaches for me and explores a new song upon my strings. I lift my voice to sing with her, exploring the music’s every give and take. “Was that a response to me?” I wonder as she moves with the harmony. “Dearest one, I...