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...
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...
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...
What Are Words?
(12 Fashanos 5115, An aside from the Harp) I feel the crash of her soul the moment her eyes open. She is still so distant, but yet, turns to me. Ach! There is naught I can do for her but be. Here. With her. Her anguish overwhelms everything, burning; everything except my need for her. She drowns in me, and I can but be the instrument of her undoing. “Dear one? Hear how I cherish you. Now. With…you.” There is no...
Time After Time
(11 Fashanos 5115, The Landing) She reached for the font. Her hand hesitated; she knew what was there – it was always there. Frozen in the grip of a fear she could name, but not explain, she stared into the water for a very long time. She did not want to see that dream again, not tonight. And that was a sin, she realized. She broke into tears all over again and fled the shrine, feeling unworthy. But there was no place to go that...
The Eye of The … Lynx
(10 Fashanos 5115: The Landing) I had just sat down in Town Square to play my harp when the man asked, “Who’s taking me hunting?” I glanced at him and thought to myself, “He seems more than capable of taking himself hunting.” He was a tall elf with piercing crystal green eyes and auburn hair that could use a comb – and an even trim. The Huntmaster wore the scars on his chest and on his leather cloak...