Private Eastern Brisshal Rock and Squirrels

[Emerath Endilix]

In The Eastern Brisshal Woods....

Such a lovely day for Emerath to play. The sun was shining, the birds were singing, and he had his lute and plenty of free time. He played a light song, something very soft and melodic, and as he did so, the forest creatures seemed interested in it as well. Emerath chuckled, not wanting to honor the cliché with more than that.

The melody drifted through the trees, and the birds began to sing along with it, and before Emerath knew it, he was entranced with the play of the music, just as much as the animals were, and he started to drift away on the waves of his music, his hands taking over and doing their own thing. He wasn't even sure what song he was playing anymore, if it was even coherent, but it was at the very least hypnotic, for all parties involved.

And then, once it seemed like everyone had just gotten settled in, the squirrels and deer and birds all sat comfortably, entranced by the man and his melodic fingers, everything changed.

Emerath's fingers lit up with a blue glow as the lute went from a light brown to a deep black, and blue rivulets of light ran up the neck as each strum played, the melodic and light sound of the lute changing into that of a more electric sound, and before he knew it, he was standing up on the log he had been sitting on, his fingers moving into a familiar rock beat he always loved to play to hype himself up, that of AC/DC's Thunderstruck.

The sudden electric sound ran off most of the forest critters, as it was much louder and much less entrancing. Although, Emerath did spot one squirrel out of the corner of his eye who did appear to be... headbanging. No, that couldn't have been right. Emerath turned his head to look at the critter, who promptly noticed the attention and skittered off with the rest. Yeah, that was what Emerath thought.

He chuckled again but continued his song even if it was just for himself. No sense in letting the party stop just because there was no crowd. They just didn't know what good music was.

@Rael

 

[Rael]

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A peaceful outing to temper their busy day-to-day.

Their list of errands lays at the depths of a pocket, completed and thus forgotten, their never-ending collection of work but a means to a peaceful end. To either side of the Summoner walk her ever-present companions, engaged in lively conversation that the Storyteller largely ignores, offering a hum or a nod when she is prompted to.

Compensation has been neatly wrapped, packaged, and stuffed in the form of various foodstuffs and drinks that she carries inside a picnic basket, some of its more noteworthy contents emanating a certain glow from within as snacks of an otherworldly variety have also been prepared for the two non-humans.

"All I'm saying is that you should at least give it a try! No harm done." A blue-haired female with oversized needles for daggers inclines herself forward, a pout visible on her lips at the response that lingers not far behind her attempt to convince.

"I... Quite unsurprisingly, resent the prospect of being used as a doll. No, you may not experiment on my wings." Smaller than the two girls he walked with, the Warrior repeatedly counters every offer thrown his way, his brows slightly furrowed now that he's been made to repeat himself a myriad times in the face of schemes that are each more nonsensical than the last.

They bicker back and forth, the elf caught between the petty squabbles of the two, gaze cast downward to remain mindful of her step. One day, she would learn to adjust her wardrobe to the daily necessities of adventuring life, yet today would not be that day.

The sound of distant music, closely resembling the instruments found outside of the game, does little to stir any particular emotion within her - already grown accustomed to adventurers capable of such feats. But where she would usually lend a deaf ear, one of her companions would not.

"Free music! It's perfect! Come on, let's go, go, go~." The Seamstress insists, switching places with her Summoner so that she may loop her arms around the elf's, and her fellow creation's. A menacing glint of a smile plays briefly, before she is practically dragging the other two along towards the source of the electric guitar, none able to resist the strength that she has been blessed with.

The Seamstress cuts through the clearing, being the first to take note of the redheaded musician yet not drawing her weapons in turn. Instead, her smile is bright and cheerful, a playful wave of a hand offered in his direction before she intrudes even further upon his piece, yanking a mantle free from the picnic basket so she might as well prepare herself a seat in front of him.

"My apologies, I hope we have not disturbed you. She... Quite likes things like these," Rael offers, a slight bow to her head as she lets out a heavy sigh, following in the Seamstress' footsteps and kneeling where the mantle has been readied. "Unless... Do you not play for an audience?"

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@Emerath Endilix​

 

[Emerath Endilix]

Emerath had, at some point, expected the woodland creatures to come back. At least, once the initial shock of sudden electric guitar music had washed away. If nothing else, he did expect that one squirrel to at least be hanging around, unless he truly was imagining the creature acting the way it did. But, either they were no longer interested, or they evolved much quicker than he would have ever thought possible, as three people popped out of the forest instead.

Led by a doll-like woman, who very excitedly made herself at home in the clearing as if she had been invited the entire time, and flanked by a warrior and an elf. Emerath continued to play as they spoke, though he did lower the volume of the guitar quite a bit so that he wasn't playing over the discussion, enough that it became background for the meeting.

The doll woman made herself a picnic right in front of him, not giving Emerath the chance to protest at the gesture, even should he have wanted to. But the elf was the one to step forward and address him. Emerath chuckled in response to the woman's words. "No, no, there's no reason to worry. You folks haven't disturbed me at all, honest."

To focus on the conversation for a moment, Emerath stopped playing and rested an arm on the guitar that hung from his shoulder strap. He smiled at the trio, though the only one who seemed happy about this impromptu meeting was the doll woman. He hoped that might change given that they seemed to be staying thanks to the efforts of said woman laying down the picnic mantle. Another chuckle, thinking about the question posed to him, "No, not lately. I don't usually play for more of an audience than the squirrels and other woodland creatures. I've always had a soft spot for Falderen, but given recent events..." Emerath trailed off a bit, not wanting to remind or think too much about recent events.

"Anyway, while I could play my lute just fine, I like my electric guitar better, and Magitech in Honeyhome would probably be a terrible idea. So, I come out here to play instead." Emerath smiled, pretty confident in the idea that a group of Landers wouldn't be this eclectic, or likely this far out in the woods, so he didn't think he was in any real danger being honest with them. "Ah, but where are my manners?" Emerath said, returning the light bow to the elf woman, and introducing himself, "I'm Emerath, a bard as you can see. Welcome to my little spot in the woods. I think it's a fine spot for the picnic you have planned, though I wouldn't want to intrude if you didn't bring the food to share with an extra member."

@Rael