xShadowMerchantx
07-06-2004, 11:29 PM
I liked this one so I'm posting it so I won't lose it. Hopefully I've cleaned it up good enough to get out the room spam.
Charna takes a few steps to her left.
>
Charna removes a stick of rose incense from in her drawstring pouch.
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Charna carefully places her rose incense on the ground.
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Charna lights the rose incense, which flickers and begins to burn.
>
Charna removes an immaculate ebon black rose from in her drawstring pouch.
>l
[House Aspis, Grand Hall]
Polished maplewood floors sweep forward dramatically in this spacious formal dining area. It is a gathering place House members use upon formal occasions. Nearly spanning the length of the room is a polished table made of inlaid dir wood. A smaller table sits joined to it at one end, reserved for Aspis officers and their distinguished guests. To the west, a short hall leads to kitchens. You also see a stick of rose incense, a stick of rose incense, the Evelith disk, an enruned brass box, the Sherysse disk, the Faunz disk, some double doors, a raffle prize case and a podium.
Also here: Lorilea, Charna, Fingofin who is sitting, Ambe who is sitting, Great Lady Evelith who is sitting, Lady Viria who is sitting, Leofred who is sitting, Briah who is sitting, Tarlina who is sitting, Kilthal who is sitting, Sherysse who is sitting, Lady Landrai who is sitting, Jovana who is sitting, Lady Mistytwilight who is sitting, Sydreal who is sitting, Mystra who is sitting, Lord Tolwynn, Rastavan who is sitting, Llorrin who is sitting, Thia who is sitting, Aurien, Dagor who is sitting, Dremerie, Faunz who is sitting, Riyadh who is sitting, Thaumatous who is sitting, Jacinto who is sitting
Obvious exits: none
>l charna
>
You see Charna Ja'Varrel'Kav.
She appears to be a Half-Elf from Talador.
She appears to be very young and shorter than average. She has wide, expressive golden-flecked hazel eyes and lightly freckle-dusted skin. She has shoulder length, shaggy rust-red hair with sun-streaked highlights that surrounds her face in a wild mane. She has an angular face, a freckled nose and high cheekbones accentuated by slightly-pointed ears.
She has a smooth silver crescent moon ring in the upper ridge of her right ear, and an ivy and ribbon armband tattoo on her arm.
She has some old neck wounds.
She is holding an immaculate ebon black rose in her right hand.
She is wearing a pair of blood red ruby drop earrings, a moonstone-set translucent crystal, a crimson-lined black leather cloak, a gold-boned midnight black bodice, a crimson crystal-inset ring, an onyx-tipped drawstring pouch, a black velvet dagged edge skirt, and a pair of black silk slippers.
>
A stick of smoke rises from the rose incense and dissipates into the air.
>
(Charna fans her incense sticks causing them to smoulder and burn quickly. Soon, she stands shrouded in the thick smoke.)
>
A faint aroma of rose fills the room.
>
A trickle of rose-scented smoke rises from a stick of incense.
>
Charna slowly empties her lungs.
>
Charna gently kisses the delicate petals of her ebon black rose.
>
(Charna lifts her voice to wordless song as her eyes slip closed. Her light mezzo moves slowly through a series of uncomplicated scales before settling on a low, somber tune that is performed mostly in a deep hum. Opening her eyes, she moves through the heavy fog of incense and begins her song in a rising tritone.)
>
A stick of smoke rises from the rose incense and dissipates into the air.
>
Charna recites:
"I traveled down a canal on a boat made of roots from the bone of its maw.
And as I watched, pain coursed through me as though I was slammed by its mighty paw.
Now I sit in purple clouds filled with endless blue skies,
And wonder if I'll make it to the land where the hero dies."
>
(Charna's voice lowers on her last line, allowing the deepness of her song to carry the somber tune. She turns slowly, her right hand rising toward the ceiling, and lifts her eyes to the rafters above. )
>
Charna lifts her hand up in front of her and trembles slightly.
Her eyes momentarily glow a deep crimson hue.
>
The incense emits a stick of smoke which disperses, leaving a faint scent of rose.
>
(Charna abruptly drops her hand to her side and begins her song. The tune of her song is low and intense, accented with slight rises in pitch and timbre.)
>
A stick of smoke wafts up from the rose incense, sending tendrils of fragrance throughout the room.
>
Charna recites:
"I was not always this way, filled with this pain that makes me burn.
Once I was cradled in the embrace of the one for which I yearn.
Wrapped in cinnamon orbs of love's greatest desire,
I was bathed in passion that surpassed the Daemon's fire,
And brought before the mighty beast of malcontent,
Only to have him quell, shaken now broken and bent."
>
Charna smiles gently at each of those gathered, her voice strong and adoring as she relates the power of her "Daemon's Fire." Dropping two notes, she moves into a savage tone that rips through the last two lines of her verse.
>
>
Charna recites:
"One look unto us, bathed in worship, and his spirit fled from him,
Knowing that he held nothing over the solidity of our whim.
For whim it was not, but the unblemished purity of hearts true treasure.
There was nothing, when hand in hand
the beast could do to saturate our pleasure.
And that in its self was the gift, the pure gem, which would tear us sunder,
Distance was his weapon, and it would destroy us! Be our blunder!"
>
Soft wisps of scented smoke waft from the rose incense.
>
(Charna sings on, her voice filled with passion as it slowly rises into the full height of her range. With grace, she spirals into the lower soprano notes, holding each sung word with style before delicately sliding back into the mezzo timbre. Her eyes flash with sudden dismay as she relates the last line.)
>
A bit of fragrant dust falls from a stick of rose incense as it burns.
>
Charna strides a few steps forward.
>
>
Charna kneels down.
>
(Charna drops her voice into a soft, light singsong tone that lingers in the quiet air, straining to be fully heard. She clutches her left hand to her chest during the first two lines, her right reaching out imploringly to the one she speaks of. As she begins the third line of her verse, her voice rises into anguished tones.)
>
Charna recites:
"My heart's rhythm beats slower and slower, its love left without the flower.
Each day that passes I pray will not make my One, my Only, slowly turn sour.
And yet, still I quell and shake, the fever does rake and take.
Will you allow the beast to destroy what our hearts would make?"
>
A trickle of rose-scented smoke rises from a stick of incense.
>
Charna stands up.
>
A stick of smoke wafts up from the rose incense, sending tendrils of fragrance throughout the room.
>
Charna strides a few steps forward.
>
(Charna cries out, her passionate words filled with longing as she sings on. She raises her eyes to stare to her right, above the audience's heads and into the distance. )
>
Charna recites:
"Say nay, My Lover, that I might rise again and blossom in your grace.
Say yeah, that I will know the look of glory and love within your face!
If I can endure the great volcanic tides of hatred's burning, churning waters,
If I can know that you are waiting on the distance shore of the beast's great daughters."
>
(Charna's voice remains low, the soft harmony left to linger as if questioning the very air. As the final note dies out she turns her head back to the center of stage with a force that cause her rust-red tresses to whip violently about her face. With savage passion she picks up the low notes of her song once more.)
>
Soft wisps of scented smoke waft from the rose incense.
>
Charna recites:
"Then he has not won, this beast of man's token affection and deprived selection.
Then he has not seen the purity of what our hearts desire and its warm perfection."
>
A trickle of rose-scented smoke rises from a stick of incense.
>
(Charna cuts the notes short, not carrying the harmony but ending it with each barely sung word. She slowly moves behind her screen of incense, careful to keep her body in profile to the audiences as she side steps and lowers her head.)
>
Charna kneels down.
>
Charna runs her hand across her skirt smoothing a wrinkle in the fabric.
>
The incense emits a stick of smoke which disperses, leaving a faint scent of rose.
>
Charna recites:
"I will rest low within the root that once lay within the beast's mighty maw,
I will push off the final press of its heavily clawed and muscular paw.
If only to know that you wait too and do not let these things that are his tools,
Taint you, twist you and take what was once ours and turn it into his rules."
>
Soft wisps of scented smoke waft from the rose incense.
>
(Charna's voice moves carefully through the rising harmony of her song, each note carried for a beat and no more. )
>
Charna clenches the stem of her ebon black rose tightly, seemingly unaware of the harsh thorns that threaten to puncture her skin. A tiny trail of blood traces down the stem of her rose underneath her hand.
>
Charna recites:
"Jealousy, hate, fear and loathing are what he craves you to desire,
Because in their embrace, in their power, he will kill our coveted fire!
Under purple skies I wait as Ebon's gates rise before me, but step to it I will not.
I will not rise to enter her gate! Even shattered and torn by the beast I still will plot."
>
The faint scent of rose fills the air.
>
Charna brushes her rose under her nose and inhales deeply. A wistful expression overcomes her as her eyes seem to gaze upon something only she can see.
>
A trickle of rose-scented smoke rises from a stick of incense.
>
(Charna leans forward, her hands slipping from her side as she brushes her fingertips across the ground. )
>
Charna recites:
"By your side is where the hero dies, old and gray she will fall into her final slumber.
I am she who yearns for that day, when my soft sleep is no longer a simple number.
Plot ye too! For by this beast our love will not be governed nor ruled.
And in the final cycle it is our love that will have the beast fooled."
>
>
(Charna's voice is filled with quiet passion as she moves her song into a gently rising scale. She holds the last note of her verse for a full message allowing it to slowly die out.)
>
A stick of incense emits a tendril of rose-scented smoke, which forms a lacy pattern in the air before fading away.
>
Charna recites:
"He will fall as we rise into the pure bliss of heart's final embrace,
And like the Phoenix we will rise in the fires of love's truest grace.
Remember these words, my lover and my friend. Remember their sum.
For as my pen falls from cramped fingers long ago left to grow numb,
That these are my words only for you, my final truest, purest gift.
Hold them close to your heart while packed in your cavernous rift."
>
A stick of smoke wafts up from the rose incense, sending tendrils of fragrance throughout the room.
>
Charna gazes at her ebon black rose through watery eyes, apparently captivated by its beauty.
>
(Charna sits in silence, her head tilted over her rose so that her features are shrouded in the wings of her rust-red tresses. Ever so slowly, she lifts her voice in the final chorus of her song.)
>
>
Charna recites:
"My lips parted at your ear, when last you were by my side,
And their truth I imparted my soul, with nothing left to hide.
One saying, one adage, which cannot be burned by the beast's hatred filled fuel!
The one phrase, my dearest, blessed beloved in my heart and soul I burn for you.
Yearn for the day when lips part and from them these words once more flew.
Simply enough, and with passion so great it burns, I can say-"
>
A stick of incense emits a tendril of rose-scented smoke, which forms a lacy pattern in the air before fading away.
>
Charna gives her rose a gentle kiss and then places it on the floor, bowing her head in silent contemplation for a moment.
>
A faint aroma of rose fills the room.
>
Speaking warmly to an immaculate ebon black rose, Charna says, "I love you."
Charna takes a few steps to her left.
>
Charna removes a stick of rose incense from in her drawstring pouch.
>
Charna carefully places her rose incense on the ground.
>
Charna lights the rose incense, which flickers and begins to burn.
>
Charna removes an immaculate ebon black rose from in her drawstring pouch.
>l
[House Aspis, Grand Hall]
Polished maplewood floors sweep forward dramatically in this spacious formal dining area. It is a gathering place House members use upon formal occasions. Nearly spanning the length of the room is a polished table made of inlaid dir wood. A smaller table sits joined to it at one end, reserved for Aspis officers and their distinguished guests. To the west, a short hall leads to kitchens. You also see a stick of rose incense, a stick of rose incense, the Evelith disk, an enruned brass box, the Sherysse disk, the Faunz disk, some double doors, a raffle prize case and a podium.
Also here: Lorilea, Charna, Fingofin who is sitting, Ambe who is sitting, Great Lady Evelith who is sitting, Lady Viria who is sitting, Leofred who is sitting, Briah who is sitting, Tarlina who is sitting, Kilthal who is sitting, Sherysse who is sitting, Lady Landrai who is sitting, Jovana who is sitting, Lady Mistytwilight who is sitting, Sydreal who is sitting, Mystra who is sitting, Lord Tolwynn, Rastavan who is sitting, Llorrin who is sitting, Thia who is sitting, Aurien, Dagor who is sitting, Dremerie, Faunz who is sitting, Riyadh who is sitting, Thaumatous who is sitting, Jacinto who is sitting
Obvious exits: none
>l charna
>
You see Charna Ja'Varrel'Kav.
She appears to be a Half-Elf from Talador.
She appears to be very young and shorter than average. She has wide, expressive golden-flecked hazel eyes and lightly freckle-dusted skin. She has shoulder length, shaggy rust-red hair with sun-streaked highlights that surrounds her face in a wild mane. She has an angular face, a freckled nose and high cheekbones accentuated by slightly-pointed ears.
She has a smooth silver crescent moon ring in the upper ridge of her right ear, and an ivy and ribbon armband tattoo on her arm.
She has some old neck wounds.
She is holding an immaculate ebon black rose in her right hand.
She is wearing a pair of blood red ruby drop earrings, a moonstone-set translucent crystal, a crimson-lined black leather cloak, a gold-boned midnight black bodice, a crimson crystal-inset ring, an onyx-tipped drawstring pouch, a black velvet dagged edge skirt, and a pair of black silk slippers.
>
A stick of smoke rises from the rose incense and dissipates into the air.
>
(Charna fans her incense sticks causing them to smoulder and burn quickly. Soon, she stands shrouded in the thick smoke.)
>
A faint aroma of rose fills the room.
>
A trickle of rose-scented smoke rises from a stick of incense.
>
Charna slowly empties her lungs.
>
Charna gently kisses the delicate petals of her ebon black rose.
>
(Charna lifts her voice to wordless song as her eyes slip closed. Her light mezzo moves slowly through a series of uncomplicated scales before settling on a low, somber tune that is performed mostly in a deep hum. Opening her eyes, she moves through the heavy fog of incense and begins her song in a rising tritone.)
>
A stick of smoke rises from the rose incense and dissipates into the air.
>
Charna recites:
"I traveled down a canal on a boat made of roots from the bone of its maw.
And as I watched, pain coursed through me as though I was slammed by its mighty paw.
Now I sit in purple clouds filled with endless blue skies,
And wonder if I'll make it to the land where the hero dies."
>
(Charna's voice lowers on her last line, allowing the deepness of her song to carry the somber tune. She turns slowly, her right hand rising toward the ceiling, and lifts her eyes to the rafters above. )
>
Charna lifts her hand up in front of her and trembles slightly.
Her eyes momentarily glow a deep crimson hue.
>
The incense emits a stick of smoke which disperses, leaving a faint scent of rose.
>
(Charna abruptly drops her hand to her side and begins her song. The tune of her song is low and intense, accented with slight rises in pitch and timbre.)
>
A stick of smoke wafts up from the rose incense, sending tendrils of fragrance throughout the room.
>
Charna recites:
"I was not always this way, filled with this pain that makes me burn.
Once I was cradled in the embrace of the one for which I yearn.
Wrapped in cinnamon orbs of love's greatest desire,
I was bathed in passion that surpassed the Daemon's fire,
And brought before the mighty beast of malcontent,
Only to have him quell, shaken now broken and bent."
>
Charna smiles gently at each of those gathered, her voice strong and adoring as she relates the power of her "Daemon's Fire." Dropping two notes, she moves into a savage tone that rips through the last two lines of her verse.
>
>
Charna recites:
"One look unto us, bathed in worship, and his spirit fled from him,
Knowing that he held nothing over the solidity of our whim.
For whim it was not, but the unblemished purity of hearts true treasure.
There was nothing, when hand in hand
the beast could do to saturate our pleasure.
And that in its self was the gift, the pure gem, which would tear us sunder,
Distance was his weapon, and it would destroy us! Be our blunder!"
>
Soft wisps of scented smoke waft from the rose incense.
>
(Charna sings on, her voice filled with passion as it slowly rises into the full height of her range. With grace, she spirals into the lower soprano notes, holding each sung word with style before delicately sliding back into the mezzo timbre. Her eyes flash with sudden dismay as she relates the last line.)
>
A bit of fragrant dust falls from a stick of rose incense as it burns.
>
Charna strides a few steps forward.
>
>
Charna kneels down.
>
(Charna drops her voice into a soft, light singsong tone that lingers in the quiet air, straining to be fully heard. She clutches her left hand to her chest during the first two lines, her right reaching out imploringly to the one she speaks of. As she begins the third line of her verse, her voice rises into anguished tones.)
>
Charna recites:
"My heart's rhythm beats slower and slower, its love left without the flower.
Each day that passes I pray will not make my One, my Only, slowly turn sour.
And yet, still I quell and shake, the fever does rake and take.
Will you allow the beast to destroy what our hearts would make?"
>
A trickle of rose-scented smoke rises from a stick of incense.
>
Charna stands up.
>
A stick of smoke wafts up from the rose incense, sending tendrils of fragrance throughout the room.
>
Charna strides a few steps forward.
>
(Charna cries out, her passionate words filled with longing as she sings on. She raises her eyes to stare to her right, above the audience's heads and into the distance. )
>
Charna recites:
"Say nay, My Lover, that I might rise again and blossom in your grace.
Say yeah, that I will know the look of glory and love within your face!
If I can endure the great volcanic tides of hatred's burning, churning waters,
If I can know that you are waiting on the distance shore of the beast's great daughters."
>
(Charna's voice remains low, the soft harmony left to linger as if questioning the very air. As the final note dies out she turns her head back to the center of stage with a force that cause her rust-red tresses to whip violently about her face. With savage passion she picks up the low notes of her song once more.)
>
Soft wisps of scented smoke waft from the rose incense.
>
Charna recites:
"Then he has not won, this beast of man's token affection and deprived selection.
Then he has not seen the purity of what our hearts desire and its warm perfection."
>
A trickle of rose-scented smoke rises from a stick of incense.
>
(Charna cuts the notes short, not carrying the harmony but ending it with each barely sung word. She slowly moves behind her screen of incense, careful to keep her body in profile to the audiences as she side steps and lowers her head.)
>
Charna kneels down.
>
Charna runs her hand across her skirt smoothing a wrinkle in the fabric.
>
The incense emits a stick of smoke which disperses, leaving a faint scent of rose.
>
Charna recites:
"I will rest low within the root that once lay within the beast's mighty maw,
I will push off the final press of its heavily clawed and muscular paw.
If only to know that you wait too and do not let these things that are his tools,
Taint you, twist you and take what was once ours and turn it into his rules."
>
Soft wisps of scented smoke waft from the rose incense.
>
(Charna's voice moves carefully through the rising harmony of her song, each note carried for a beat and no more. )
>
Charna clenches the stem of her ebon black rose tightly, seemingly unaware of the harsh thorns that threaten to puncture her skin. A tiny trail of blood traces down the stem of her rose underneath her hand.
>
Charna recites:
"Jealousy, hate, fear and loathing are what he craves you to desire,
Because in their embrace, in their power, he will kill our coveted fire!
Under purple skies I wait as Ebon's gates rise before me, but step to it I will not.
I will not rise to enter her gate! Even shattered and torn by the beast I still will plot."
>
The faint scent of rose fills the air.
>
Charna brushes her rose under her nose and inhales deeply. A wistful expression overcomes her as her eyes seem to gaze upon something only she can see.
>
A trickle of rose-scented smoke rises from a stick of incense.
>
(Charna leans forward, her hands slipping from her side as she brushes her fingertips across the ground. )
>
Charna recites:
"By your side is where the hero dies, old and gray she will fall into her final slumber.
I am she who yearns for that day, when my soft sleep is no longer a simple number.
Plot ye too! For by this beast our love will not be governed nor ruled.
And in the final cycle it is our love that will have the beast fooled."
>
>
(Charna's voice is filled with quiet passion as she moves her song into a gently rising scale. She holds the last note of her verse for a full message allowing it to slowly die out.)
>
A stick of incense emits a tendril of rose-scented smoke, which forms a lacy pattern in the air before fading away.
>
Charna recites:
"He will fall as we rise into the pure bliss of heart's final embrace,
And like the Phoenix we will rise in the fires of love's truest grace.
Remember these words, my lover and my friend. Remember their sum.
For as my pen falls from cramped fingers long ago left to grow numb,
That these are my words only for you, my final truest, purest gift.
Hold them close to your heart while packed in your cavernous rift."
>
A stick of smoke wafts up from the rose incense, sending tendrils of fragrance throughout the room.
>
Charna gazes at her ebon black rose through watery eyes, apparently captivated by its beauty.
>
(Charna sits in silence, her head tilted over her rose so that her features are shrouded in the wings of her rust-red tresses. Ever so slowly, she lifts her voice in the final chorus of her song.)
>
>
Charna recites:
"My lips parted at your ear, when last you were by my side,
And their truth I imparted my soul, with nothing left to hide.
One saying, one adage, which cannot be burned by the beast's hatred filled fuel!
The one phrase, my dearest, blessed beloved in my heart and soul I burn for you.
Yearn for the day when lips part and from them these words once more flew.
Simply enough, and with passion so great it burns, I can say-"
>
A stick of incense emits a tendril of rose-scented smoke, which forms a lacy pattern in the air before fading away.
>
Charna gives her rose a gentle kiss and then places it on the floor, bowing her head in silent contemplation for a moment.
>
A faint aroma of rose fills the room.
>
Speaking warmly to an immaculate ebon black rose, Charna says, "I love you."