Destiny's Tears-Prologue: A Jewel in the Shadow Part I

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Molpe (Who Else at this Hour?):
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*Even though her experiences in the Labourer's Ward were harrowing, the unchecked emotions that they provoked work wonders for Molpe's music, filling it with a verisimilitude that strikes every passerby with poignant feelings, causing some to burst into tears on the spot, only to wipe them away with a newfound smile, catharsis having taken effect and leaving them feeling a little better inside. Since Molpe is on the edge of the Labourer's Ward, her clear strong voice echoes into its recesses as well, and very slowly and cautiously, the dirty people beyond the silvery gate begin to crack open their shattered windows or walk out of the alleyways, drawing closer to listen to Molpe's song, which had struck a deeper chord for them than even it did for the Festive Ward inhabitants, borne as it was from Molpe's feelings on travelling through their home. Some of the Labourer's Ward inhabitants are bold enough to cross over into the Festive Ward to hear her play, and they listen in mute awe, all except one that is. As a particularly plaintive note ulutates through Molpe's lips, a filthy little girl, who might have been quite cute if not for the layers of grime that covered her and the fact that she was a bit malnourished, comes over to her and hugs Molpe's leg, which is all the girl can reach as the Limnad sits on the gilded bench.*

"Its OK, pretty flower lady," the little girl says in Eldish, trying to comfort the sorrow that she can instinctively feel from Molpe's wordless song, "Mommy says that when you're sad, you should just think about tomorrow. Because some day, everything will be happy, you'll see!"

[OOC: Perform Check 19 + 10 (using the higher ranks) + 2 (masterwork lyre) = 31. Wow!]
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[Thanee]

Melody, Dolathi Eldritch Infiltrator

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“This looks good!” Melody says, inconspicuously pointing to a table where one patron has been served a tasty-looking meal just a moment ago.

“Noble art, yes indeed. I'm not sure, if everyone will see it like this,” Melody replies then, smirking. “But what do they know.”

“I hope to find a decent enough crew to go with. I need to go out and see something of the world.” Melody chuckles silently. “Yes, I guess this is my father's blood showing through.”
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[Keia]

Zykovian T’Erilan, Male Altanian Arcanist/Marksman

[SBLOCK]*Zykovian entered the front room, scanning the length and breadth of it with his eyes. He had been a ‘bounty hunter’ for several weeks this most recent time and might have made a few enemies . . . though most were either in jail or in the afterlife.*

*Catching Amity’s eye, Zykovian motioned his head toward the Mojiin and headed that way. Adjusting his six-plus foot frame, Zykovian smoothed his dark blue cloak and stood before the table with the Mojiin. Inclining his head slightly toward the Mojiin, he began . . . *

“Excuse me, Mojiin, I deeply apologize for interrupting your meal,” Zykovian said in Eldiz, looking at the stew. “Do you speak, Eldiz? And if so, do you have a few moments for someone who wishes to learn more of your culture and people.”[/SBLOCK]

 

[Brother Shatterstone]

Molpe Lilypetals: Limnad/Female (Siren)

[sblock]* Shocked at the little girl’s action Molpe finds herself unable to speak so she can only nod her head and smile dumbly while she sets her lyre carefully aside. As she recovers from her surprise, her smile returns to its usual personal and inviting self, Molpe extends her arms her arms to the child. *

“Did you have a name little one and would you like to join me?”[/sblock]

 

[Rystil Arden]

Melody:
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*The most recent patron to have been served is the silver-blue Mojiin sitting alone at the table nearest Amity now, looking around to see if anyone else wants to sit with it and drinking a hearty, delicious-smelling stew. Of course, from what Melody remembers, anything whipper up by Amity tended to be quite tasty, and the consummate chef did not disappoint tonight, quickly whipping up another batch, while continuing to chat.*

"Perhaps some other races do not see the Dolathis' most respected art as noble, but they are not the ones who experience the freedom of shifting and changing their minds and bodies at a moment's notice, yes?"

"I'm sure there are more than enough people here to make a fine crew! In fact, my friend Abdiel to whom I was just speaking is a Mojiin Preserver! You don't see many of those here in Eldiz, and it just goes to show how strong is the convocation's appeal, I guess. Whoever organised it is very canny."

*Meanwhile, the small-time Altanian would-be-bounty-hunter Zykovian T'Erilan walks out of the back room, smooths his dark blue cloak and stands before the table with the Mojiin. Inclining his head slightly toward the Mojiin, he begins to speak*

“Excuse me, Mojiin, I deeply apologize for interrupting your meal,” Zykovian says in Eldish, looking at the stew. “Do you speak, Eldish? And if so, do you have a few moments for someone who wishes to learn more of your culture and people.”

[OOC: Recognising Zykovian--Knowledge (local - Kanath) Natural 20 + 4 = 24!]
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[Rystil Arden]

Zykovian:
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[OOC: The Mojiin is Eonthar's character Abdiel. I will post your message in an SBLOCK to Eonthar, and from now on, when discussing, you can write "Abdiel and Rystil" above your SBLOCK, and he will write "Zykovian and Rystil"]
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[Rystil Arden]

Abdiel:
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*A blue-haired man, whose masculinity and his azure cloak are really the only thing that keeps him from looking different from Amity's original non-Abdiel-coloured form, walks out of the back room, smooths his dark blue cloak and stands before Abdiel's table. Inclining his head slightly toward Abdiel, he begins to speak*

“Excuse me, Mojiin, I deeply apologize for interrupting your meal,” the man says in Eldish, looking at the stew. “Do you speak, Eldish? And if so, do you have a few moments for someone who wishes to learn more of your culture and people.”

[OOC: The man is Keia's character Zykovian. Thus, from now on, you can put "Zykovian and Rystil" above your SBLOCK and Keia will put up "Abdiel and Rystil"]
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[Rystil Arden]

Melody:
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[OOC: Oh, and I forgot to mention--since Keia and Eonthar are the two people chatting now, if Melody wishes to continue to eavesdrop, you can do so by reading the SBLOCKs that the two of them post labelled "Zykovian and Rystil" or "Abdiel and Rystil" Alternatively, you can sit down with them and join the conversation, and I'll point out to them that they should check your post in the OOC (since they might be skipping to me right now)]
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[Rystil Arden]

Molpe:
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"My name is Esperanza, pretty lady. It means 'Hope' in Rowaini. What's yours?"

*As Molpe's smile returns*

"Did my hug make you feel all better? My mommy says that hugs and kisses can make the bad hurt go away, and sometimes they do, but sometimes there's a really bad hurt that won't go away, even if you have hugs and kisses and even happy songs."

*To Molpe's offer*

"I like you! You're nice like my mommy, but mommy says that I'm not asposed to get the pretty people dirty. Maybe I shouldn't of touched you, but you looked like you needed a hug, like the doggies that are alone on the street and crying for love."
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[Brother Shatterstone]

Molpe Lilypetals: Limnad/Female (Siren)

[sblock]* Molpe couldn’t help but smile at the little girl’s constant positiveness, then again Molpe often found herself smiling at the unintentionally charm of young ones, so why should Esperanza be in different? *

“My name is Molpe, but wow, its not nearly as a pretty name as Esperanza is, now is it? But you needed worry about your dirt, my young child.”

* Molpe didn’t really allow Esperanza to object again, as she reached down and plucked the young child from the ground and ran her fingers over her sides looking for ticklish spots, while at the same time she song silently under her breath. *

OOC: Cast hygiene upon Esperanza

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