Recollections of an Elven Princess
Posted: Mon Jul 02, 2012 2:34 am
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The First:
The tavern is full of all kinds of different humanoids that are drinking and socializing loudly. Barmaids scampering everywhere to take orders and serve completed ones. The bartender, with an apron disgustingly stained in dark splotches, dispensing liquor to the masses gathered in front of his counter.
A young elven girl with auburn-brown hair daintily takes a seat in-front of the grand piano, holding her hands to the back of her thighs to keep the delicate fabric of her beautiful lavender dress in place. Moving her hands to the keys of the instrument to gently slide them over the texture, without pressing them down, from one end to the other and once completed she begins her piece.
Her fingers slowly, yet dramatically press along certain high keys in a scaling effect and then flutters their pitch back down to the more dark and haunting sounds. A moment after hitting the darkest note of her instrument she then starts to sing, putting all her sorrow and lament into a mezzo-soprano pitch with Elven words. The notes from the piano then continuously match her words in sound.
En Carach Tel En-n
Quy-laan Lai-i-rilcc
Sawai-lana Amela-wes (The mouth of the Just shall mediate wisdom, )
Illw Iram Naith Uva-a
Wanye-ilma Quywv-asalan-n (And her tongue shall declare judgment.)
The bard slowly drops the vocals and returns to the sequence of piano keys she started with, but all momentarily. Over by the bar counter sat a man whom had occupied the station for quite sometime, he seemed quite ordinary at first glance but darker things brewed within his vessel. Both of his hands grab his stomach, groaning in pain and hunching over. Her singing returns at this moment, accompanied by the notes from her instrument.
Fcalala-aw Nalira-a
Man Alwyma-anir
Anastye-inil-aneel (Blessed is she who endures temptation, )
An elnya Lai-ra
Irilanir Faal Anala-anaw,
Laira Lairilcc
Manya-eela En
Nymeaml tel ceoa-a. (For once she hath been tested, she shall receive the crown of life.)
For the last time the elven bard takes a break from her song, but still continues to gently tap on the piano keys at a snails pace. The man at this time wasn't doing so well in health and his uncomfortable groaning catches the attention of a few people around him, yet the rest of the tavern's customers kept their focus on the songstress playing beautifully before them.
Eir aran
Oeylanilel tel
Irecalal-ala (Oh Lady, Fountain of Holiness, )
Eir aran,
Naur Wee-lela,
Iri-lela Sam-aya. (Oh Lady, Fire Divine, have mercy.)
As the song dwindled to an end the tavern's inhabitants stood up and applauded the elven girl, some cheering and a few nodding in approval. Suddenly cries for help ring out over the spectacle of appreciation, grabbing the attention of everyone who turn to see a horrific sight. The man had fallen backwards off his stool near the end of the song, but he now convulses violently in his place as a dark red fluid seeps out from his mouth. People scream and flee, braver folk rush over to try and help, and the one smarter person runs to go find a priest. It all wouldn't matter, for the man died a few minutes later in graphic display for all to see.
What they didn't witness is the elven girl sneaking out of the tavern and running off into the night, leaving only a sparse trail of lamented tears in her wake.
The tavern is full of all kinds of different humanoids that are drinking and socializing loudly. Barmaids scampering everywhere to take orders and serve completed ones. The bartender, with an apron disgustingly stained in dark splotches, dispensing liquor to the masses gathered in front of his counter.
A young elven girl with auburn-brown hair daintily takes a seat in-front of the grand piano, holding her hands to the back of her thighs to keep the delicate fabric of her beautiful lavender dress in place. Moving her hands to the keys of the instrument to gently slide them over the texture, without pressing them down, from one end to the other and once completed she begins her piece.
Her fingers slowly, yet dramatically press along certain high keys in a scaling effect and then flutters their pitch back down to the more dark and haunting sounds. A moment after hitting the darkest note of her instrument she then starts to sing, putting all her sorrow and lament into a mezzo-soprano pitch with Elven words. The notes from the piano then continuously match her words in sound.
En Carach Tel En-n
Quy-laan Lai-i-rilcc
Sawai-lana Amela-wes (The mouth of the Just shall mediate wisdom, )
Illw Iram Naith Uva-a
Wanye-ilma Quywv-asalan-n (And her tongue shall declare judgment.)
The bard slowly drops the vocals and returns to the sequence of piano keys she started with, but all momentarily. Over by the bar counter sat a man whom had occupied the station for quite sometime, he seemed quite ordinary at first glance but darker things brewed within his vessel. Both of his hands grab his stomach, groaning in pain and hunching over. Her singing returns at this moment, accompanied by the notes from her instrument.
Fcalala-aw Nalira-a
Man Alwyma-anir
Anastye-inil-aneel (Blessed is she who endures temptation, )
An elnya Lai-ra
Irilanir Faal Anala-anaw,
Laira Lairilcc
Manya-eela En
Nymeaml tel ceoa-a. (For once she hath been tested, she shall receive the crown of life.)
For the last time the elven bard takes a break from her song, but still continues to gently tap on the piano keys at a snails pace. The man at this time wasn't doing so well in health and his uncomfortable groaning catches the attention of a few people around him, yet the rest of the tavern's customers kept their focus on the songstress playing beautifully before them.
Eir aran
Oeylanilel tel
Irecalal-ala (Oh Lady, Fountain of Holiness, )
Eir aran,
Naur Wee-lela,
Iri-lela Sam-aya. (Oh Lady, Fire Divine, have mercy.)
As the song dwindled to an end the tavern's inhabitants stood up and applauded the elven girl, some cheering and a few nodding in approval. Suddenly cries for help ring out over the spectacle of appreciation, grabbing the attention of everyone who turn to see a horrific sight. The man had fallen backwards off his stool near the end of the song, but he now convulses violently in his place as a dark red fluid seeps out from his mouth. People scream and flee, braver folk rush over to try and help, and the one smarter person runs to go find a priest. It all wouldn't matter, for the man died a few minutes later in graphic display for all to see.
What they didn't witness is the elven girl sneaking out of the tavern and running off into the night, leaving only a sparse trail of lamented tears in her wake.