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IC - Naerlan / Instruments and Parchment Needed

« on: July 19, 2011, 01:50:58 am »

Niccal pats a child on its head a bit awkwardly, a faint smile on her lips. She had visited the school several times before, but by the Luck of Asteri, she had been cornered by a child before. This boy somehow tracked her down and thanked her for visiting, and showing him and his friends how to play on a drum. An faint idea ran through her mind as she endured this tight, waist crushing hug.

She pats him once more, awkwardly, before peeling him off of her. She smiles again, slightly nervous and tells the boy to run along. He follows her request and trots off.

"Good Gods." Niccal mutters, moving her hand up, behind her head to pull her pony tail forward. She plays with it as she walks on Wall Road, towards the eastern exit of Naerlan. "Hrm." Her feet suddenly make a left turn, taking her towards Market Square. "Oh.. I suppose while I am here..."

She reaches into her pocket and pulls out a quill and begins to script a notice.

There is need for instruments down at the school located in Southern Naerlan.
Please bring any available instruments down there. Old or new.

Leave the instruments under your name and expect a thank you note from the children.

That is all...

Niccal.

Also if there are any books concerning music studies, please deposit them at the school.
As well as any parchment.

Niccal pulls back from the note and smiles as she rereads it. Hopefully someone will bring the school some instruments. They do need to learn how to become  proper musicians to entertain themselves.

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IC - Taverns of Tharel / Another night at the bar

« on: July 19, 2011, 01:38:01 am »

Niccal grins as she enters the bar and is greeted by a rowdy crowd, some calling out to her by name. She shakes her head, laughing freely as she takes a moment to greet several of the patrons.

After a moment, she pulls away from the crowd and hops onto the counter, giving a wink at the colorfully dressed bartender. She kicks her feet, allowing her heels to hit the bar and hums under her breath as she takes in her surroundings, making note of who she sees.

Dwarves sat in the corner of the bar, mugs of mead in their beefy hands, possible slanderous words slurring from their lips.

Androgynous looking, assumingly  male, elves flirt with a handful of young women who sat in the back, close to the empty stage.

A small group of men, consisting of different races, as well as a small group of women, also consisting of different races loitered on the tables and benches set up  within the bar.

The bartender smirks as she finishes the orders of other patrons and hands Niccal a large mug filled to the brim with root beer, Niccal's preferred beverage.

"How's the crowd tonight, Sherron?" Niccal asks, wiping the foam from her lips after taking a sip. She turned her head slightly as she catches from the corner of her eye, Sherron shrugging, moving away to tend to other patrons. Niccal wiggles her eyebrows, waiting for an answer.

"The crowd is as usual." The bartender replied, her voice a bit clipped. "Four broken glasses and the bell has not reached the tenth mark yet." Niccal chuckled, a grin on her lips, hidden by the mug once more.

"Suppose I should take the stage?"

"It -is- your night to entertain."

"What if I don't want to?" Niccal ducks, using one hand to cover the top of her mug as she spotted a bottle thrown in her direction. It shattered behind her head, showering bits of glass against her back. She lifts it and scans the crowd, a giggle coming from her lips.

"Well, then you can be my bodyguard." Sherron replied, a scowl on hers.

"Ah, gladly, Sherry." Niccal snickered and straightens, taking another sip of her drink. "But I think it would be more beneficial for the crowd, if I do my duty." She sets the mug down and moves to hop off of the counter. "Keep my drink cold, will ya, Sher?"

Niccal sidesteps a large man trying to impress a group of women with his massive size and takes glances around as she reaches the stage. She smirks and moves back a few steps and takes a run, doing a cartwheel onto a table, upsetting its occupants and lands on the stage. Just barely.

She does another flip and lands in the middle of the stage, arms outstretched. She sighs, wrinkling her nose as she realizes no one actually cared. She sits down and pulls out her violin from its case in her traveling trunk.

"Oy! You lot! Quiet down, now! Niccal's 'bout ready to sing!" The bartender bellowed at the crowd. Sherron gave Niccal a wink and resumes her duty. The crowd quiets slightly but resumes their interrupted conversations.

Niccal shrugs and lifts the bow from its place and places it on the strings.

She plays, at first mindful of any requests, slowly driving herself into a musical trance. Her lips open and soft words begin to fall, the words belonging to another.


White grows the lily, Red grows the rose

Here lies my laddie, See how he grows

One day he'll leave me, To cross shadowed sea

Pray gods protected him, keep him safe with me

 

The rose shows its wisdoms, from love lost on youth

Protector of passions and solider of truth

For royal resplendence I bow to its bloom

But thorns rest beneath it, and there lies my doom

 

White grows the lily, Red grows the rose

Here lies my laddie, See how he grows

Soon must he leave me, To cross shadowed sea

Pray gods protected him, let him stay free

 

The Lily knows little, but innocence scorned

On banner of blood shed for villains adorned

like pale ghosts in moonlight, I fear for their fate

to grow on a gravesite, may yet be too late

 

White grows the lily, Red grows the rose

Here lies my laddie, See how he grows

Now he must leave me, And cross shadowed sea

Pray gods protected him, return him to me

 

This garden is weary, its soil is tolled

Of decades in turmoil, its left bled for gold

My son is a child, but man he'll soon be

with red rose upon him, he'll die by lily

 

White grows the lily, Red grows the rose

Here lies my laddie, oh how the wind blows!

Now he has left me, to lie neath green lee

Pray gods protect him, keep him safe for me
_{THE ROSE AND THE LILY
Lady Asrune Rowan}

She stills as she finishes the song, blinking away the wetness that formed in her eyes. The bar is quiet, expect for the occasional conversation and sniffles. Niccal peers at the crowd and makes a sheepish face as she realizes she only caused them to become somber. At least no bar fights will erupt tonight... Hopefully?

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IC - General / Re: Asteri's Favor

« on: October 17, 2008, 08:20:56 pm »

Slipping her dagger into its sheath, and dusting off her gloved hands, Niccal rummages in her bags for a quill. Grinning, she smoothes the note and comments on it.

How fun! Can't wait.
Niccal

She returns her quill and marches off, her fingers snapping a beat.

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IC - Taverns of Tharel / Re: A sign.

« on: July 25, 2008, 08:15:44 pm »

Straightening her back, Niccal sits on the stage in the Minstrel's Bar, her face a bit pink at the crowd's attention. She pulls a small dulcimer onto her lap and takes in a deep breath.

"This is a... well... like a love song." She grins as the crowd becomes loud with bawdy comments. When they quiet, she continues, "Don't look too hard into it. I doubt any of you would look nice in a dress." She pauses once more as the crowd roars. "Please enjoy."

Niccal clears her throat lightly, shaking her arms. She lays her hands lightly on the dulcimer and begins plucking the strings, her lips open to sing.

Attention caught
Movement at the door,
A woman entered the room.

Who is She?

Green silk overdress,
Amber linen under,
Stitched to outline
The ripe curves of her body.

Who is She?

Her mouth richly full,
Her dark brown eyes large,
Long lashed.

Curling brown hair loose,
Around her shoulders,
Covering it with and amber gauze veil
Hold in with jeweled pins.

Who is She?

Was looking at her,
She smiled.

Her eyes filled
With so much merriment,
Had to smile back.

Who is She?
Who is She?
Who is She?

Niccal allows the dulcimer's vibration to linger in the air as her voice becomes silent. She glances at the crowd waiting for their reaction.

OOC: I swear laughing will cause me to cry.

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IC - Taverns of Tharel / Re: A sign.

« on: July 24, 2008, 06:43:00 am »

Niccal enters the Wayward Minstrel in the search of replenishing her supply of root beer. Finding an empty stool in front of the wooden bar she tosses a few gold coins onto the surface of the counter.

A colorful minstrel shoots the young woman a smile, sliding a fizzling glass of root beer into her gloved hands. Niccal turns to face the stage where a singer performed, however the movement is interrupted as a piece of paper flutters, catching her eye.

Ladies and Gentlemen of Tharel,
I Lord Darius Cardren of Mischief, am looking for some un-reliable sorts, to help Mischief out. We're a  bit short handed, if you are a follower of Asteri, Cylad, or Mentmacro, Like music and causing trouble, please contact Darius at his normal Table.

Lord D.

Niccal chuckles and takes a sip of her drink before asking the colorful minstrel where Lord Darius' table stood. She nods her thanks and makes her way through the tavern.