Act 3 Scene 1: Arrivals and Leavetakings

[Jenara]

It's not that I'm not sure about him, he's such a sweetie... and strong and kind... I'm just... I just feel like I need a chance to explore the world and... and do the things I love before I get tied down... Is that bad? I don't think I could stand not knowing if I had what it takes to become what I feel I'm destined to become...

The girl gasps and flushes, covering her mouth with her hands. You mean... you want... to let me perform with you! Ohmygosh Idon'tbelieve it! You'd take me as your apprentice!? The girl seems almost overwhelmed. If... if I could learn from you and you let me back you up in some smaller performances I could really learn quick! I know I could! Sabrina throws her arms around the bard's shoulders in a tight hug. Oh thankyou thankyou thankyou! Pulling back she wipes moisture from her eyes with her sleeve and blushes a little at her own display. Sorry... Here I was thinking it was going to be my fate to never know and now you are all but offering me my dream on a silvered platter. she laughs, squeezing Mira's hand.

"Umm, you are talking to the Girl who left home and walked half way across the world to find her dream, so trust me I know what you are talking about. I get the chance to make sure your dream is what you wanted, and I can do it holding your hand." She kisses her cheek lightly.

"Oh yes, and.. I Have this new song.. oooooo yes, umm..." she doesn't get to finish as the hug envelops her in a way she had found herself dreaming of on the nights alone. "I want to help, I don't want you ending up.." (like me, she wanted to say) "How about, instead of Apprentice, you are my Partner? And my friend? I don't think anyone should place themselves about another, so.. we would be equals." Wiping the tear from the Girls eye with a finger she leans forward, kissing the girls cheek softly she pulls her in for a tight embrace, bodies mashing together. She keeps her close, saying nothing for a long time she finally releases her.

"Right, well, we had better find something to wear, as you are joining me this evening. I have a new song and having you sing a few bits would be really ideal." She giggles as she starts pulling through her own pack.

[TristenC]

The waitress is clearly excited by the prospect and eagerly tries on the outfits until the two decide on something for the show tonight. After a little while, Elsa knocks on the door to let then ard know Jerry and Merrick have returned, and to pass Mira her share of the coin from the recent sales.

[Jenara]

"Elsa!" Mira jumps up, "Doesn't she look great? Sabrina is going to sing with me tonight." She explains as the smaller woman enters, "All this? Well I know what I am spending it on." She winks at Sabrina as she slips the coins into a pocket in her pack.. shaking her head she places a hand on the leather.

"Back away, back away, hide yourself away.." she sings softly, throwing her Cloak over the pack she grins.. "Now no one will look. Will you thank Jerry for me?" She asks Elsa, squeezing her hand, "Will you find everyone a seat near the front? I Just hope Karl doesnt think I'm one of those Silk Whisperers like Art did.."

Cantrips [1d20]=9 Pass

"You remember the words?" She asks her attention returning to the Girl, the part she had given her for the first song was small, but it would add to the performance and boost the song and the Girls Confidence. The second, one she had written for the Girl herself, her part was greater.

(Mira plans to get Sabrina a lute and some new suitable clothes, and a weapon of some kind with the money she has been given)

[TristenC]

Oh wow! That will be so much fun! the cleric approves.

Sabrina studies the words and clutches the paper. Can... can i keep this with me on the stage? Maybe, uhh.. maybe i can leave it on a stool and look at it if I needed to? she asks, embarrassed.

The next few hours pass easily with practice and costuming, and before long it is drawing near to show-time...

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Yeah the money will be plenty for all of that. Sabrina may have additional resources of her own (a friend with an old instrument, etc) once she checks back with her people tomorrow.

[Jenara]

"It sure will." MIra agrees giving her friend a small hug, before taking Sabrina hands in her own. "You can do this, yes, you can keep the words near but... when you are lost in the moment, you... well you remind me of myself. Remember, we all make mistakes when we perform, even the greatest performers do. Did I tell you I did in my Harmonic hall audition? I did, something I tried didnt work, I didnt let it stop me and instead I just.. went with it." She kisses her forehead, hands pulling the girl into a tight embrace. "You can do this beautiful."

[Jenara]

With his armor removed and safety packed away Karl returns to the common room, with his fathers sword at his hip. He tries to listen to the conversations around him, finding the occasional word reminded him of Elven at least to some extent.

"I once wore my armor for ten days straight at the siege of the High Clerists Tower." He explains to Cross as he takes a seat once more, raising his hand in greeting to Jerry and Merrick, "It was becoming quite, unpleasant. Sadly we do not all possess magic to do such things." He was learning, magic, it had its place. It didn't just destroy. But it saved also. "Greetings. I take it Lady Mira knows this establishment well? And the Young Lady?"

[TristenC]

Karl makes his way back out to the commons and discovers his newfound companions have secured a booth nearby. Karl makes the set in the 4-person seating arrangement beside Cross and across from his Clerical companion and her Magically inclined mate. Cross shakes his head in disbelief. I don't see how you wear that lodestone for more than a few minutes, much less hours or days at a time. He chuckles. The Ebon Raven perched atop his opposite shoulder snatches a morsel of meat from the plate before the white-haired elf, clipping an bloodying his finger in the process; though the mage seems not to notice or at least acknowledge. We ordered ahead, expecting you to be hungry. so please... Cross gestures to an array of sampler plates involving thinly slice meats, cheeses, baked breads, olives, pickled slices of beets and other root vegetables, and crimson berries that seemed akin to grape or cherry.

Noting Karl's assessment, Cross provides the following. Ah, yes. Beets are a common staple hereabouts, as are any kind of root vegetable really. The local berries, which are like an irony-tart kind of red grape, are called Meeklulbern berries... they make the local red wines they call MeekulBrau from them; but they can stain the teeth pretty heavily if not carefully kept up with. The elf wipes his own mouth from the draught as he speaks, a crimson stain spreading across the back of his slender hand.

Merrick chimes in at the question about the establishment. Oh yes, we've all stayed here before. In fact, we spent a few days here for the first time just before heading to the red-clay canyon we met you in. Mira has performed here before, and by the sound of it she will do so again tonight... I... he blushes a little and casts a glance at his half-elf companion Jerry before continuing. Well I actually came to one of her performances in Harmonia, a slightly smaller town just south of here, just before finding some... commonality... erm.. with the group... Merrick blushes as much as an Elf has ever been seen to blush and does his desperate best not to look in Jerry's direction; which is as much signal as a beacon-fire that she is the subject of his un-expressed example.


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At least one of the new PC's is near to arriving, so if we can start the music in the next post or two that would be ideal

[TristenC]

To those newly entering the {Broken Wheel}:

The familiar sounds of a humble inn greet all who enter. A warm fire has been laid in the wide stone hearth against the damp and the chill air of the night. Sturdy wooden tables and chairs as well as a handful of cushioned booths furnish the broad room, with one short serving counter at the end opposite the fire; where a small door leads back undoubtedly to the kitchens. The scent of stews, meats, root vegetables and other hearty winter fare wafts throughout the establishment. A man in his late 20s in a white apron tends the bar, and a pair of serving girls moves among the group taking and serving orders.

A mix of patrons sparsely populates the commons. Dark haired and violet eyed locals, as well as others with a middle class air have come to sup and enjoy the music. One booth in the corner seems to have the widest variety of clientele, as a half- elven couple in robes sit across from a white-haired Elf (with a large raven of all things perched on his shoulder), and a human man with brown hair in the tabard of a knight of some kind.

On the stage, a human woman with striking red hair and a willowy blonde seem to be the musical entertainment for the evening.

[Jenara]

The lights in the Tavern flicker and diminish as a Young Woman dressed in a simple black halter, cut to reveal a gape of open cleavage, her black skirt similarly open to show her legs as she sits comftortably on the old stool. Her waves of red hair fly behind her like a mane, it falls loose and unencumbered.

Holding a well used but cared for lute in one hand, and the other grips that of a very striking Younger Woman with long platinum blonde hair that falls around her. She is dressed in a similar style to the Redhead, with a blue halter and matching skirt, although she does show slightly less flesh. The Red head sits with the confidence of a Born Performer, the Blonde however looks around nervously, her eyes picking up those in the crowd.

The song she plays fades out, leaving a moments silence before she speaks.

"Bonjour, je suis la Gitane Rouge, et voici Sabrina. Nous sommes là pour vous chanter quelques chansons..." She explains in a Musical Language you have never heard, "Certains d'entre vous la connaissent, merci de lui donner quelques encouragements."

Drawing the Lute once again against her ample chest she takes a seat on a stool, and begins to strum gently, her skill and talent apparent. While the Younger woman, sitting just to her left sits silently. The lute is soon joined by her words, they too are in the same unknown but musical language, with the Blonde singing alongside her.

"Les feuilles qui tombent dérivent près de la fenêtre
Les feuilles d'automne rouges et dorées
Je vois tes lèvres, les baisers d'été
Les mains brûlées par le soleil que je tenais

Depuis que tu es parti, les jours rallongent
Et bientôt j'entendrai la chanson du vieil hiver
Mais tu me manques surtout ma chérie
Quand les feuilles d'automne commencent à tomber

C'est une chanson, qui nous ressemble
Toi tu m'aimes et je t'aimes
Nous vivons à tous deux ensemble
Toi qui m'aime moi qui t'aime
Mais la vie sépare ceux qui s'aiment
Tout doucement sans faire de bruit
Et la mer efface sur le sable les pas des amants desunis.

As the song ends she clicks her fingers, looking around for something to happen that doesn't (Failed Cantrip that still most likely distracted the Crowd from seeing the Blonde check a sheet of Parchment before her)

She glances towards the open door then at the strange group.

Mira:


Sabrina

[tarlyn]

A black haired woman with red enters the Inn, moving next to the door, making place for patrons to exit and enter.

She sports a well worn black cloak , dark blue tunic ,black pants and long black travelling

boots... A Scabbard hangs from her right hip, a backpack hangs from her

left shoulder, a Lute strapped to her back.

Stopping there she looks around slowly.

Watching the ladies on stage, she understands none of what is being said, which slightly alarms her.


She does enjoy the song, smiling and walks up near the stage, waiting for the duo to finish. Her hand reaches inside her tunic, it seems and once

the ladies are done, she moves slowly towards the stage and places a few gold looking coins on the stage, smiling and bowing slightly.

She heads towards the bar, having noticed the finger snapping but saying nothing. Father used to do that same thing when I was younger

she grins.

Once at the bar she turns around to see if the women will sing again. If approached by a server she will ask for a hot tea in a different language

than what the ladies on stage spoke.

OOC: I Speak fluent french but not my character lol

[Jenara]

She sings once more, this time with the Blond singing back up, her eyes occasionally glancing at the paper before her (the words in brackets)..

"Comme un petit bateau sur l'océan
Mettre de grosses vagues en mouvement
Comme comment un seul mot
Peut ouvrir un cœur
Je n'ai peut-être qu'un seul match
Mais je peux faire une explosion

Et toutes ces choses que je n'ai pas dites
Nous détruisions des boulets dans mon cerveau
Je vais les crier fort ce soir
Peux-tu entendre ma voix cette fois ?

C'est ma chanson de combat (Hey)
Reprenez ma chanson de vie (Hey)
Prouve que je vais bien, chanson (Hey, ha)
Mon pouvoir est allumé (Hey)
À partir de maintenant, je serai fort (Hey)
Je vais jouer ma chanson de combat (Hey)
Et je m'en fiche si personne d'autre ne croit (Ha)
Parce qu'il me reste encore beaucoup de combat en moi

Je perds des amis et je cours après le sommeil
Tout le monde s'inquiète pour moi
Trop profondément, dis que je suis trop profond (trop profond)
Et ça fait trois ans, ma maison me manque (ma maison me manque)
Mais il y a un feu qui brûle dans mes os (Dans mes os)
Je crois toujours, ouais, je crois toujours
vous pourriez aussi aimer
J'étais jeune

Et toutes ces choses que je n'ai pas dites
Des boules de démolition dans mon cerveau
Je vais les crier fort ce soir
Peux-tu entendre ma voix cette fois ?

C'est ma chanson de combat (Hey)
Reprenez ma chanson de vie (Hey)
Prouve que je vais bien, chanson (Hey, ha)
Mon pouvoir est allumé (Hey)
À partir de maintenant, je serai fort (Hey)
Je vais jouer ma chanson de combat (Hey)
Et je m'en fiche si personne d'autre ne croit (Ha)
Parce qu'il me reste encore beaucoup de combat en moi

Il reste beaucoup de combat en moi

Comme un petit bateau sur l'océan
Mettre de grosses vagues en mouvement
Comme comment un seul mot
Peut ouvrir un cœur
Je n'ai peut-être qu'un seul match
Mais je peux faire une explosion"

"I still have a lot of fight left in me..." She suddenly adds in a heavily accented Common as the notes fade away, most of the Crowd appear to have no clue what she was saying, but a moustache wearing gentleman near the front smiles at her words.

Fight Song

"C'est une chanson dédiée à deux personnes, la charmante jeune femme à mes côtés et celle que je considère comme ma sœur." She looks to a small woman who sits near the stage, next to the moustache wearing gentleman. "Love you Elsa." She winks, slipping into Common once more.

As the song begins its obvious that she is allowing the Young Woman to sing more (For the Extreme Fans she is singing the Nuno Parts, and she has some talent of her own)

"Alors tu ne vas plus tomber
le cœur est toujours en convalescence
Heureux pour toujours
tu ne vas pas essayer de faire semblant
"Il vaut mieux avoir aimé et perdu
que de ne jamais avoir aimé, aimé du tout

Peut-être, prends une chance avec moi bébé
tu pourrais penser que je suis fou
Suivez-moi peut-être que nous pourrions trouver
l'autre côté de l'arc en ciel
Viens avec moi, ne dis pas non
aucun regret laisse ton cœur partir
Je crois que nous pourrions peut-être trouver
notre foi en l'amour à nouveau

Ouais, tu as déjà tout entendu
ouais tu ne crois plus à l'amour, non
Oh ton conte de fées t'a quitté
Ouais, je t'ai laissé sans raison ni rime
Tu veux tout laisser derrière toi
le garder hors de vue et hors de l'esprit

Peut-être, prends une chance avec moi bébé
tu pourrais penser que je suis fou
Suivez-moi peut-être que nous pourrions trouver
l'autre côté de l'arc en ciel
Viens avec moi, ne dis pas non
aucun regret laisse ton cœur partir
Je crois que nous pourrions peut-être trouver
notre foi en l'amour à nouveau

Je suis passé par là avant
l'amour n'a jamais été
ooh, tu n'es pas le seul
Souhaiter une étoile
réveille-toi là où sont les nuages
sont loin derrière toi…"

"Some day, I'll find the otherside of the Rainbow..." She adds in Elven this time.

The Otherside of the Rainbow

Singing / playing [1d20]=11

[tarlyn]

Delsenora applauds the two women. She approaches them again, smiling. Looking from one to the other she speaks in a perfect common and

then repeats in elvish the same thing.

"I do not know what you sang, as I do not understand the language, but it was beautful. I am known as Delly.

Friends and family call me Del. Well met."

Lowering her voice to a whisper, she asks discreetly.

"Might I inquire as to where I am, exactly?"

[Jenara]

The redhead places a single finger to her lips, if she was annoyed that her set was being disturbed she didn't show it, instead she gives a small exasperated sigh motions to the others at the table where the Raven sits on the Elf's shoulder.

"Later." She explains in Common, tapping the Blondes hand she once again strums a few notes, the music is soft and haunting... she begins to sing, not in common but Elven...

Look, Look how moonlight doth caress
Your skin, soft, pale, and warm,
And summons moonstone essenses
that glint along your arm,
That glint along your arm.

Gold darts through your tresses fair
Like amber caught and caged.
And in your pointed shadowed ear
Are amethysts arrayed,
Are amethysts arrayed.

Silver sparks your lapis eye
with ardent passion's gleam
Kindling fire that doth deny
Platonic love serene,
Platonic love serene.

Look how moonlight doth caress
Your elegant, lithe form,
Graceful maid who summons forth
My love's sweet painful storm,
My love's sweet painful storm.

"La douce tempête douloureuse de mon amour...." She adds in that same strange tongue, once again the lute begins to sound as she spins in the chair to kiss the Blonde on the cheek and adds: "Une prière au printemps." The Blonde nods, and sings softly at first, her voice breaking through the nerves she obviously felt but carry on she did with the Bard Accompanying her on the Lute.

Oh, donne-nous du plaisir dans les fleurs aujourd'hui ;
Et donne-nous de ne pas penser si loin
Comme la récolte incertaine ; garde-nous ici
Tout simplement au printemps de l'année.

Oh, donne-nous du plaisir dans le verger blanc,
Comme rien d'autre le jour, comme des fantômes la nuit ;
Et rends-nous heureux dans les abeilles heureuses,
L'essaim se dilate autour des arbres parfaits.

Et rends-nous heureux dans l'oiseau qui s'élance
Que tout à coup on entend au-dessus des abeilles,
Le météore qui s'enfonce avec son bec d'aiguille,
Et une fleur dans les airs reste immobile.

Car ceci est l'amour et rien d'autre n'est l'amour,
Celui qui est réservé à Dieu d'en haut
Pour sanctifier jusqu'où il veut,
Mais il suffit que nous le remplissions.

[TristenC]

[Sorry, I was a little slow keeping up since the last post]

When Del moves to the counter, the bartender speaks to her in that unfamiliar musical language. He seems not to understand anything else she says, shaking his head. He pantomimes eating, drinking or sleeping to determine what she requires.

As Del moves towards the stage, she finds a wooden mug where some few coins have been added by patrons and contributes her own.


The white haired Elf at the table nearby motions to Del. Well met. he says in Common. Sorry about that. Mira really gets into her performances. She'll take a break about half way through to eat and will have a chance to chat. I take it from your language you are not local to this area... He smiles in a somewhat odd way, as if he were in a similar situation. My name is Cross, and this is Fenrir. he indicates the Raven. Jerry and Merrick there, he gestures to the two half-elves across from him; the lady with short blonde hair and priestly robes and the man with longer dark hair, violet eyes and more arcane robes. And this knightly fellow beside me is Sir Karl. he indicates the brown-headed human.

We all... ran onto each other in this land. Most coming from very different places.BBut what of you? Where are you from

One of the servers comes by to take Del's order (the others will help translate)

[tarlyn]

Del nods to everyone and smiles. She seems upbeat and a happy person in general.

"I am recently from Waterdeep, born in Berdusk. Pardon my bluntness but I have only seen white hair on

dark skinned elves, but I am not judging, far from it! It is nice to meet you all. I really like this unknown language, it is so , well musical.

Your friends on stage are quite talented. I will apologise for interrupting them once they are done. Would it be possible for me to join your table,

if it is not too much of an imposition? I'd also like to order a salad and some hot tea if at all possible, maybe even lodgings."