Around The Fire - The In-Character Discussion Thread

[Ireth]

((I'm not sure I know how to answer that question, Sparkie. Steerpike and I haven't yet gone over exactly what Cadell's code entails. ^^; ))

 

[Steerpike]

((Ireth - the Code of Conduct under the class description is sort of the default, and what I generally assume it as work unless a player wants to modify it for their own character. So, you can either use that one as written or make some changes that fit your character's background and story, whichever you prefer.))

 

[Sparkie]

((I'm not sure I know how to answer that question, Sparkie. Steerpike and I haven't yet gone over exactly what Cadell's code entails. ^^; ))

((No problem. Just have Cadell look at Rydh as if he's an idiot for not knowing.))

 

[Legendary Sidekick]

Give me gold enough to eat, drink and to bed a tavern tart…

Baldhart: "A tavern tart? Must you speak of such things in front of a young lady? Who are you, anyway?"

 

[Legendary Sidekick]

((I'd like to get this going again, since it's likely we're about to enter battle mode—with the new avatars! Yay!))



Baldhart: "Welcome to the party, Aliron. And you too, Nod. I have your song stuck in my head. I won't snore / and I'll sleep on the floor."

 

[Sparkie]

Rydh: Yes, welcome. It'll be good to have a bard around the fire. Will you grace us with a tune?

 

[Philip Overby]

Roses are red, violence is blue,
The temple is burning, and you are too.

Nodrick Gnatcatcher, Copyright 2013

 

[Sparkie]

Rydh: Um, alright. That was... good. Aliron, how are you?

 

[Legendary Sidekick]

Baldhart: Nodrick Michael Gnatcatcher! A talented musician such as yourself, and that's the song you come up with? Well, I suppose one must make light of a tragic situation to keep our spirits up. But just the same, I wonder if the song you write about me might be an... instrumental?

(starts humming Ride of the Valkyries)

Hm, hm hmmm hmm / hm-hm-hm, hmmm hmm / hm-hm-hm, hmmmmm--

(brings a flask of ale to her lips, forgetting she's humming)

--blblblblbl...!

(stops humming)

 

[SeverinR]

Baldhart: "A tavern tart? Must you speak of such things in front of a young lady? Who are you, anyway?"

I meant no disrespect, just making it clear what honor was to me.

 

[Sparkie]

Rydh: Most of the songs I know involve fighting or Betula. Does anyone know of a peaceful song? Something pleasant to hear?

 

[Ireth]

Cadell: I know many songs. What shall it be? A historical ballad? A love song? Or something else entirely?

 

[Sparkie]

Rydh: Ah! Yes, Cadell, a love song. I'm sure you know of some good ones.

 

[Ireth]

Cadell: *smiles and nods, thinking of a song* Indeed. I believe you will enjoy it. This one is called 'Pure Heart', or Calon Lân in my native tongue.

*clears his throat and sings*

I ask not for ease and riches
Nor earth's jewels for my part
But I have the best of wishes
For a pure and honest heart.

Oh, pure heart so true and tender
Fairer than the lilies white
The pure heart alone can render
Songs of joy both day and night.

Should I cherish earthly treasure
It would fly on speedy wings
The pure heart a plenteous measure
Of true pleasure daily brings.

((Final verse omitted for religious references which Cadell would not appreciate. Full original Welsh lyrics and English translation here: Oh Pure Heart ))

 

[Sparkie]

Rydh: That was wonderful Cadell! What a good tune. I loved the first verse especially. Honest, pure heart. That's what counts.

 

[Ireth]

Cadell: *smiles* Thank you. It always reminds me of Líadan. It sounds quite lovely in my native tongue as well.

 

[Phietadix]

Matthew: I smile slightly. "I've always loved Elivsh singing, could we hear it in your native tongue?"

 

[Sparkie]

Rydh: He's already sung it once, Matthew. No need to press him. I am curious, however, if you know of any songs or stories. What do you know of Tyr?

 

[Phietadix]

Matthew: "Most of the songs I know are about songs of mourning. I'm sure it would depress everyone to hear them."

 

[Ankari]

Ankari: There are older songs to appreciate. Older than the first spoken word. Older, still, than the first crush of raw earth beneath the foot of the primal people from which we have inherited this world. Unlike Cadell's song, it doesn't need a strong, clear voice to carry the notes that press against the heart and releases sweet appreciation.

Close your eyes and quiet your mind. Listen to the eternal sound of the land, every present and always changing. In it, there is hunger and sacrifice, death and life, rejoice and peace."