Organized on Koaratos 12, 5118 (7/12/18) by Nazarr Csaba.

Lylia recites, "Once upon a time, there was a small frontier town on a back-water river somewhere at the edge of civilization, and to this town came a young Faendryl noble seeking his fortune. Upon entering the town's gates, he encountered a body, a trail of blood, and a silk scarf, which led him to..."

You say, "The steps leading into a tavern of low cleanliness and even fewer food standards. Wandering in, our young noble perused the menu, noticing a guard seemingly doing nothing but flirting a somewhat slatternly woman. Opening his mouth, he said..."

Nazarr says, "'What mannner of place is this, that a guard has nothing better to do than to flirt?' Quickly he explained about the body and the bloody scarf, but the guard showed neither surprise nor shock. 'Oh,' he said, 'That's only...'."

Yhtrin says, ""...the body I left you there to find!" And to the noble's surprise, he drew his sword and threw the woman aside. "Someone wants you dead" the guard said, "And I..."."

Veie says, "... frankly, I'm not being paid enough to even bother with the job without giving you an opportunity. Care to bid a bit higher and save yourself the trouble of a visit from a Cleric? Trust me, lots of incense, lots of ceremonial nois- ahh... music..."

Taelarn exclaims, "This noble looked up and grinned. "You think that I would pay the likes of you for a chance at my life? I shall defeat you!" With that he lunged forward, striking towards this fellow in an effort to save himself!"

Ysharra says, "And then when his blade ran crimson, dripping the rich red over his fingers from the hilt, he spoke a few arcane words, and a shadow fell over the inn common room. In place of the watchman, rose an undead corpse of the Faendryl's making."

[We stopped here, either to leave it a mystery or continue later!)

Additional story by Yhtrin Faerlryn (and related conversations) beforehand:

Nazarr asks, "How many want to participate in the storytelling?"

Gavrien glances with dismay at Nazarr.

Gavrien takes a few steps back.

Nazarr says, "It's fine if you don't."

Ysharra snickers at Gavrien!

Ysharra says, "I'd rather listen, for once. Shocking, I know."

Nazarr nods.

Lylia sits down.

Yhtrin says, "I have a story to tell."

Yhtrin grins.

Lylia brings her knees up to her chest and pulls the fabric of a wing-pauldroned black silk gown clad in overlapping silver scales from bust to waist down over her legs. Lylia smiles pertly as she visibly relaxes back into her sitting position.

Ysharra smiles at Yhtrin.

Taelarn glances at Yhtrin.

Lylia says, "I have never done anything like this before, believe it or not. But I shall, if you like."

Lylia nods encouragingly at Nazarr.

Speaking to Yhtrin, Taelarn says, "You do? This should be interesting."

Nazarr says, "Well, since no one seems eager for a round robin...I would like to hear your story."

Eiliriel just arrived.

Eiliriel sits down next to a silver-framed ebonwood cart.

Nazarr nods at Yhtrin.

Lylia smiles at Eiliriel.

Yhtrin stretches.

Yhtrin nods.

Eiliriel grins impishly.

Yhtrin stands up.

Lylia turns her head toward Eiliriel to favor her with a silent, withering gaze.

Eiliriel chuckles.

Lylia shakes her head.

Taelarn leans softly against Yhtrin.

Yhtrin takes a drink from his dark sassafras wine.

Taelarn snuggles Yhtrin, who responds by cradling an arm around him.

Yhtrin says, "Let us call this..."

Yhtrin recites:

"The tale of a summoner."

Yhtrin recites:

"There was a somewhat typical Faendryl Sorcerer, who lived a somewhat typical Faendryl Sorcerer life. He did not excell or prove himself above his peers, but in his own mind he was leagues above them."

Yhtrin recites:

"This Sorcerer did prove his own skill one night, where he managed to summon a Vaathor. Of course, it broke free from his fragile control and rampaged through the quarter of Ta'Faendryl until enough Sorcerers gathered to banish the thing."

Yhtrin recites:

"The nascent Summoner somehow lived, although with terrible scars. But for his crimes, he was to be committed to the Asylum."

Yhtrin recites:

"His achievements proved the validity of his superior attitude, but his arrogance cost him his future."

Yhtrin says, "And thus concludes my own version of a somewhat typical Faendryl bedside tale, thought to teach lessons to the young."

Taelarn applauds Yhtrin.

Yhtrin bows.

Gavrien neutrally says, "What's the moral? Cause it sure ain't 'don't be an arrogant ass' in our lot."

Speaking to Yhtrin, Taelarn says, "That was a good story, with an important lesson."

Ysharra flashes a quick grin at Gavrien.

Nazarr says, "I would have been the child making up stories about how he escaped from the asylum and made more discoveries."

Taelarn chuckles.

Yhtrin says, "Be cautious, but be daring. If he had been able to control the demon, he would have been famous and well regarded."

Gavrien nods in agreement.

Gavrien says, "Fits."

Lylia gazes in amusement at Gavrien.

Yhtrin says, "Our Summoner will return for future tales, I promise you that."

Lylia applauds Yhtrin.

Yhtrin flashes an evil grin. The tips of his chipped ivory fangs are clearly visible, protruding from beneath his upper lip. His eyes suddenly glow with a dark hue.

Speaking to Gavrien, Ysharra says, "Oh no. Sacrifice to the Art, and blood paid to the altar of power. It is the most revered epic cycle in Faendryl literature and tradition."

Whirlin grins.

Gavrien chuckles at Ysharra.

Lylia agrees with Ysharra.

Gavrien nods in agreement at Ysharra.

Taelarn nods at Ysharra.

Ysharra chuckles to herself.

Speaking to Ysharra, Taelarn says, "Yes, we all sacrifice a great deal in order to progress towards our ultimate goal."

Speaking to Ysharra, Yhtrin says, "Better said than I."

Yhtrin smiles at Ysharra.

Speaking to Yhtrin, Ysharra says, "I know a saga when I hear one."