Looks around Curiously

[melediweaver]

...as she leans her lute up against the wall.

I heard a few old friends might be found in this tavern?  Wanted to check what new songs they were singing!

Hello!

[Lyrima]

*swings around from her usual spot leaning against the bar*

Yo!

*strides right over*

Names Lyrima Vakhar, ranger of 10 ranks in the Shimmerlake Garrison, Telon!  Good to meetcha!

*thrusts hand at Melediweaver*

[Namae Nai]

Meledi Weaver! League of Honor is always welcome here! How are ya? 

[melediweaver]

Aye... *looks momentarily a little sad*

Well I must confess, I am a bitty out of touch with the League at the moment. Its kind of a long thirsty story... (*glances over hopefully at the bar, and pats her pocket... discovering that it is still unfortunately flat and devoid of coins).

I'll give you the brief version.

It started when Trevlin returned, and made his monsterous daughter, and swore he would destroy both the League of Honour, the League of Shadows, and then the rest of Norrath. He was stopped, but not before we had lost many. Lots more than that to this story, but it would take a few ale to tell. ( *glances hopefully at the bar again)

So the halls of the League got quiet. Of those left, many fell prey to the wanderlust. Our hall started to feel llike a home where the children grew up and went off exploring. Its was not an unhappy place, the echos of many good memories remained. I had made a vow a long time ago, that for as long as any wished the tag, I would keep the fire burning. So I stayed on... I would go and play now and again in the oasis tavern, and try to keep Celesta from scattering her tradeskill stuff all over, and look after Finarfrin. Fin's getting older you know.. no elven blood to keep him young. The wanderers would drop in every so often. Sometimes they even bring a bottle of wine from some exotic port  - or better yet, a keg of scotch!

I sort of blame my current predicament actually on that last bottle of wine that Sendiwen brought by.  You cant trust these chanters you know. always tricksy, and full of illusions.  Last thing I remember I was teaching him my new song, and then I woke up and the world looked totally different.  Its a good thing I had a tight grip on my lute, or I mighta even forgotten who I was.

I've been here now a couple of days, just looking around. Someone tried to tell me that all my friends and such were long since dead, and their children's childrens children were the people I was meeting now.  So I started asking, and somone told me I might find people I knew here.

*beams*

And it seems at least someone recognizes this... *points to the faded badge of the League on her shirt... the blue dragon with the mug of beer firmly in hand*.

So maybe you can tell me straight... where I am? Its mighty pretty here, but I need to find the path back home soon. Fin will be getting worried in a day or so.. when he finishes his latest crafting project like.

[Jezerai]

((As Boudeccai --- hugs!))



A tall barbarian lass with three long red braids turns from her place at the counter.  A leather thong hangs around her neck with two shrunken heads dangling above her heart.  She has the distant, dreamy expression of those who commune with spirits, but her green eyes brighten when she hears the name of the newcomer.

"Melediweaver?  Is it possible ..."  She breaks off to mutter partially under her breath and seemingly into space, "The same?  Are you sure?"  Her eyes refocus and, noticing the lack of a drink and remembering the stories told of Melediweaver and the League of Honour, she pulls out a small leather bag of coins and gestures to the barkeep.

"I have heard such tales of you and a strange and distant land called Norrath!  I never thought to meet a living legend in the flesh!"  The barkeep brings two tall mugs of Halgarad ale and she gestures to the newcomer to take one.  Then, searching her memory, she whispers to the barkeep, who adds a shot of scotch to the serving.

The barbarian lass thrusts out a hand, callused from gripping a spear, and introduces herself.   "Boudeccai Boru, Shamaness of Telon and Saga!  Welcome friend and be merry!"

[Corsair]

*Beren looks up from behind the bar while polishing up a few pewter mugs*

By bloody stinkin' motherless firebreathin' Nagafen himself....

*places a large hand on the bar, vaults it, and lifts Meledi into a giant hug*

How the flamin' heck are ya lass! How did ya cometa be here..and...well damnation woman have a seat ya look bloody parched eh?

*Vaulting back over the bar with a grin like he's still young enough for that to be easy, Beren over-fills two fistfulls of mugs of ale and brings them out to take a seat himself*

So ya know I don't run the place or nothin'. But they be kind enough hereabouts to let an old warrior tend bar and tell a few lies..and some truth along side. Strange news ya speak of about the League and all eh?

*slides a mug acoross the table to Meledi, Namae, Bou, and Lyrima*

Mind ya now don't go gettin' carried away...ya hold yer ale better'n any half elf I ever met, but ya never could drink ol' Beren under any table and ya know it. Now's no time for tryin' to prove a bloody thing....tell the folk how ya be, and do ya mebbe plan on droppin' in for an ale and a song more often?

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((Hehe, not had a chance to re-visit Beren in a long while....you uhhhh poking aroudn Telon at all?))

Cheers,
Fenris-Grishnak-Tavi-Beren

[Jasyn]

* Jasyn hears the sound of mugs of ale sliding across the table and stealthily slips his way in between Boudeccai and Lyrima.  He glances at Meledi but is briefly distracted as he scowls at Beren--having overheard his implied statement about half elves not being able to hold their ale better than him.

* He  resists the temptation to spout out an abrasive " 'n who're ya anyway, fella?" at Beren, deciding instead that flashing a sly grin might be a more peaceful means of attracting a mug of ale.  But oh!  The chance at a drinking contest.  Such a dilemma!  Jasyn turns his attention back to Meledi before the thought runs rampant.

"Howdy there, Meledi!  I'm Jasyn.  I... uh... I do ranger stuff... 'n stuff.  We prolly ain't met before, 'n I ain't real sure if ya ever maybe met my great-great-great-um-grand-uh-somethin'... uh... Thadaeus Talyngard?  He moved around a lot, so prolly not.  Anyway, I reckon the old family histories say he was a paladin-of-Marr-type fella."

"But ya's name sounds real familiar to me, so I'm pretty sure I musta heard it somewhere, 'n I know I've heard stuff 'bout them Leagues of Honour 'n Shadows folk... ('n that Sendiwen fella too), so I thought I'd at least say 'Howdy!' 'n stuff..."

* Jasyn clears his throat and watches to see if Beren picks up on the hint.

"Ya know... 'n stuff."

* Jasyn waits patiently, daydreaming of...

[Titia]

Walking in the tavern a tall high elf wearing a robe appears. As he looks around, he sees the small group near the bar.

Hum.. hello there evryone, I didn't know I would meet anyone at this time of the day. May I join you for a drink?

As he moves forward them, he suddendly notices Meledi's badge and stops

This is odd, Deneteth says, it feels like I know you Lady but for some reasons I'm certain it never happend on Telon. Echoes of happiness, glories and friendship fill my heart when I look at you...

The elf smiles

At any rate you are most welcome, my name is Deneteth Dawnmist and I serve Saga as a sorcerer.

(ooc)
Sooo good to see you around Meledi !!! 

[Corsair]

*fetches more mugs for those who have joined the great round table, and refills for the rest*

[Lyrima]

*grimaces at the ale*

*pushes her mug over to Jasyn*

*signals for her usual*

*tosses back the shot of amber liquid and sips her tall glass of iced water*

[melediweaver]

*wipes her mouth with the back of her hand as she downs another tankard

This is a grand day indeed... meeting you all here.  Does my heart glad.  Its good to know the world continues on, even with all the changes you been saying about.

This Telon sounds a fine place!

*for a moment it is as if her shape fades a little, flickers, then returns to focus.

But I confess, some will be worrying if I dont get back, and I'm no closer to finding the road than when I came here.  Maybe there is some powerful wizard knows the way to open a door into the past?

I'll come again if I can, maybe stay a little longer if I can plan it out. I'm going back to the Guildhall you know, in Qeynos, come the leaves falling, to learn how to teach younger bards.  Going to take some of my time. 

*she stands for a moment, and picks up the lute where it has been leaning against the wall.

But lets have a song first eh? Before we go looking for this wizard.

(( doing well. and yes, strangely my computer has a door to Telon on it, and there is a Meledi created there, although she does not know much of music. Hehe last thing I need is another place to be...I am returning for another part time degree in the fall, in Adult Education, but I have never been particularly sensible about time. I think I will not play Meledi however, but rather, a descendant of Cerene ( - someone Beren and Mindeno and Vallya may remember) - Meledi's illegitimate daughter. All access passes are evil btw.

[Anaris]

*finally looks up form her Qeynos Bazaar magazine, thoroughly annoyed at the commotion caused by the newcomer*

*eyes the newcomer up and down*

*clears her throat to interrupt the songplaying and addresses the closest tavern patrons near her*


What is causing all this commotion?  It's not like I'm wearing a new dress this afternoon... 


*glares at Melodiweaver*


Well, I suppose I should introduce myself, though surely you must know who I am.  My name is Lady Anariel Astyrhim, Saga's premier illusionist. Pleased to meet me, I am sure...


*nods and arches an eyebrow*


Well.....?  Let's hear it then.....  You song, darling...  Carry on...


*sits down and feigns disinterest, flipping through her magazine*


((WELCOME dear!!!     ))

[tanare]

<bounces in waving happily> Hiya peoples!

<sees Meledi>

"MELEDYSINGYPERSON!"

<tacklehugs Meledi, then gets up suddenly hoping she didn;t muss her hair in the tacklehug as she babbles>

"Oh where have you been and stuff, have you talked to mother? I named my birdy after you you know. How's Dronky, i named my pet after him too and all the other honory peoples and stuff. Do you like my new hairstyle? Do these boots make my earrings make my nose look fat?"

<pauses and loks at Meledi's outfit in sudden concern>

"And you're wearing that?"

<looks around, sees Anaris>

"Anary! We have to like take Meledysingyperson out shopping for a new outfit and stuff!"