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Post by Tytillandus on Mar 8, 2018 9:47:29 GMT -5
A tall woman enters the temple of Sune, a big smile on her face. The hem of her finely tailored blue and white dress is crusted with mud and ice, and the entire dress is splattered here and there with blood, most intensely around her right arm and shoulder. Her raven curls are plastered close to her head, but her hair and face are free of any blood. A young man steps towards her from where he has waited near the door. He is very fit, but otherwise unremarkable, accepting perhaps the look of relief on his face when he sees her. He bows low, then says, “Good evening, Mistress, I trust your hunting went well?” Her smile grows even bigger as she hands him a folded, thick blue scarf from her left hand, then unbuckles and hands him a thin scabbard, decorated with golden threads and containing a rapier, as she says, “Frustrating at first, but very well indeed by the end.” “Some beautiful flowers came while you were taking your exercise, and a note. Quite extravagant this time of year,” he says. ‘’Hmmm,” she nods, then says, “A bath can wait till we get home. Attend me in the dressing rooms so you can do something with my hair, then while I pray have the flowers brought by the pool.” Nodding he points to the note posted nearby, saying, “Also there is this.” Raising a brow, she rips the paper from the tack, bringing it close to read. Shortly she laughs out loud, “Special kinship!” She crumples the paper and tosses it over her shoulder. The young man dutifully pick up the paper and followers her deeper into the temple. The tall woman enters the temple the next day, but this time with a more normal appearance. This time she wears a spotless long red dress tailored similar to the priestess’s, but made of rare, imported silks. This time her hair is flawless, raven curls framing her face and cascading over her shoulders. This time the fit young man enters with her, and neither one looks to the posted bills near the door. Without a word they split. He goes left, speaking briefly with Miranda and making a very modest donation. She continues deeper into the temple, past the pool, and spends 10 minutes or so in prayer, kneeling before the statue of Lady Firehair. Then she returns to the first room and takes a seat at the piano. After a few simple, then increasingly complex warm-up exercises, she plays and sings a popular but simple love song. Her performance is captivating and it is possible that many of the temple patrons would stop what they are doing to listen. As she finishes, her man walks up to the piano, his arms full. He sets a simple vase on the piano, then a small, fancy blue box, with a sealed note attached with a red ribbon. He then begins to arrange 14 blue roses in the vase and says, ‘More extravagance delivered for you.’ She pulls the ribbon and opens the box to reveal small orc shaped chocolates. Taking one in hand she opens and reads the note as she eats the first chocolate. ‘’Mmmmm’, a hum of pleasure issues from deep in her throat. “A man that actually listens, what could be more delicious,’ she says, ‘ Or more dangerous.’ “Perhaps his song should be arranged for the harp,” she says with a sly smile. Then she begins to play a jazzy base heavy tune on the piano, sometimes humming along, and stopping often to replay a counter melody a little differently. To some of the listeners, this might seem to take a very long time, and some might go on to their business. To others, it might seem only a few moments before she moves to the harp to sing her new song. Subtract the drums and her song would sound something like this. *hat tip to Robin Stine* |
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Post by Tytillandus on Nov 17, 2018 22:07:03 GMT -5
“What’s all the excitement boys?” Not one of the three young men took offence at her characterization of them as boys because each in his own way was dumbstruck by her beauty. The first, Cal, barely 17, looked her quickly up and down and then looked away, his face flushed with embarrassment and excitement at his strong physical reaction to her, seeing only her thin athletic body and feminine curves. Only later would he remember her simple, blue linen dress, low cut and expertly tailored to cling to her body, or the blood spots that mostly stained her right sleeve. The second, Simon, 21 years, saw only her striking green eyes that briefly met his, not knowing nor caring that his mouth was hanging open. Later he would remember her fair, flawless skin and her raven hair that cascaded in curls about her face and shoulders. The third, Metro, 29, an older student of the mystic arts and able to cast spells of second circles, saw only a large perfect ruby, hanging from a thick gold chain around her neck, which seemed to capture any light that fell upon it and reflect it back multiplied. He, without thought nor will pointed to the poster that hung outside the War Wizards tower In Suzail where they all gathered. She turned her attention to the poster and read it quickly. ( find it here) Then she pulled from her belt a short wooden flute. Turning away she stroked the flute slowly, and the warm, smooth wood reminded her of the Hin who had carved it for her so many years ago. As she walked away, she brought the flute to her lips and began to play a song that Jade the Juggler had taught her long ago. A song that he had called the Golden Lantern. At first she plays it slowly, and the flute cries with sadness and loss- a simple song on a simple instrument, but she pours great emotion into her song. As she walks and plays she is transported in her mind back to a simpler time. Back to a time afore she was an outcast, afore she was a mercenary, afore she was a refugee, indeed afore she even owned her first harp, now lost long ago to the ‘Sons of Sembia.’ As she walks her song takes on a joyous tone and she hears in her mind a more complex song. Unbidden, her feet take her to the only enduring safety she has known in Cormyr, the temple of Sune. She enters the temple and feels strongly the pull of the excellent harp there, but she go deeper to find the statue of Lady Firehair. She kneels and prays, giving thanks for recent inspiration but also for opening the heart of a certain man—one that for half a year and more would not trust her with more than raspberry picking, but only today trusted her to join in fighting the most hideous orcs that might threaten her city. Her brief prayer over, she returns to the outer temple and the harp there. She begins to play the more complex song from her recent inspiration. All the while she plays she pictures in her mind a Golden Lantern. // if you subtract the percussion and allow her voice to cover the flute and harpsichord parts it might sound something like this. Hat tip to Brandon Fiechter
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Post by Self Destruct Sequence on Nov 25, 2018 8:30:37 GMT -5
<ta for RP post PM sent>
<EDM SDS>
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