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The Last Sighting Of Lerris
White Knight
26 Aug 2003
This is a quiet hamlet. Nothing much really happens here. The lord of the land generally ignores it so long as its citizens pay their taxes on time. Yet tonight something is to happen. There is a marriage ceremony planned for tonight. And to make things even better we have a real bard to play for us! He has been the center of attention all day long and he's not sang nor played one note here. I can understand why these simple townsfolk are so interested though. Anyone claiming to be a bard is going to be far better than these farmers have heard in their lives. But I grew up at the Court. And if not for the wedding of my little cousin I would have never come to such a place. This bard may well be as beautiful as they say, but I doubt he can rival the musicians I have heard already. But still if he looks as good as people say he does and can play half so well as that then this night shall not be a total bore.
I do hate to seem ungratefull, but the setting for this all seems so rustic. And the actual wedding was done far too quickly. In the Court we would have just started the actual ceremony by now. Yet here we are already going to the inn for the celebration. I do hope that the bard is worth all this hurry. These people are practically running toward the inn now.
Well, this inn is just as bad as I had expected. Dingy and dusty. Well that corner should do to sit in. Hopefully I can sit there with a good view and be left alone by the rabble. If all else fails I shall get my cousin and her new groom to sit with me and keep the rest back. I can not for the life of me understand why she wants to marry a simple farm boy now that he has served his years as a guard member. I will grant that he's handsome enough, but that hardly means anything more than good trysting material.
So where is this "famous" bard at anyway? I do hope he hasn't lost his nerve or anything so annoying as that. Oh good, here he comes down the stairs now. Well his boots are scruffy, his breeches clean but simple. His tunic is also clean and well kept, yet a true bard should dress with more flair.
Oh my. It seems that even the stories I heard about how handsome he is all underestimated him. If he would just dress properly I am sure that he could pass well at even my father's Court. Of course he probably has no manners at all and so could not be there long. His instrument shows promise though. I've not heard a gittern played in quite some time. But this one is different than any other I've seen. It has twelve strings. I've never even heard of more than eight strings before, and it took a master to play that well.
This bard also moves like a dancer or an acrobat. His long blond hair catches the firelight most attractively. Well even if he has no manners at all perhaps he can be convinced to entertain me tonight and merely not say anything more than songs and perhaps poetry.
What's this? I thought no bard would dare to wear jewelry on the hands because it might interfere with the fingering. Yet this bard has a ring on. If he would just move his hand so I could see the ring better I could at least tell what quality it is.
By the gods! That ring must be worth more than my father's kingdom! It looks like someone weaved gold and jewels as if they were simple threads and entwined them together to make this ring. Nothing short of magick could possibly do such a thing. I must find where he got that ring from. But that can wait. The bard is about to perform. I must say that even if he cannot sing nor play that wonderful instrument at all he is certainly worth watching. Every girl in here is pratically panting after him by now. Sadly their husbands and fathers do not look pleased by this fact. And the bard acts as if he has no idea what effect he has on everyone here.
"Allow me to warm up a bit first my lady." The bard actually said that to my cousin. As if she was truly a lady of good breeding. Either he has manners after all or he is making fun of her. And the nerve to have to warm up in front of the crowd. No true bard, no matter what his looks, should do such a thing.
The room goes instantly quiet as his first notes begin to echo throughout the room. He is playing a simple tune, but I must say he is playing it well. How can this be...? He is now playing another tune with his other hand. Both tunes go well together but how can they come from the same instrument? And now he is adding a third tune! There must be some trick to this. No performer can play three tunes at the same time on the same instrument. Yet I cannot think of anything he could possibly be doing to create such a trick. Now he is taking each tune and it is as if they are being weaved together. In seconds I can no longer tell one tune from the other. Now the notes come slower and slower and finally drift to a stop.
The room remains completely quiet after such a performance. Even the fire seems to have died down in appreciation of such amazing skill. "Thank you for allowing my fingers some time to warm up everyone. Now I shall play some real music for all of you." That is the last thing I can clearly remember of the evening.
As I sit here and write all this down in my journal I find that I cannot remember a single song that he played. I was so lost in the music. And when he played he was creating illusions as well. Each song told of a story, I can remember that at least. And right along with hearing of the story we not only saw the story unfold we heard it as well. I know many bards may create illusions as spells. But I have never heard of one doing so while he was playing. And this bard, I've learned his name to be Lerris, had to have been playing and creating two different illusions. One for sight and one for sound. I must tell my father of this and get him as our court bard. Nations would fight wars just to have such a performer as him.
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