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		<title>Cordir: Riorden - Level 15 Bard Review</title>
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		<summary type="html">&lt;p&gt;Riorden - Level 15 Bard Review&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&lt;b&gt;New page&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div&gt;&amp;lt;BR&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;lt;nowiki&amp;gt;###&amp;lt;/nowiki&amp;gt; Riordan has connected.&amp;lt;BR&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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1 player.&amp;lt;BR&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
Hel [ Bard:  22  19  14 ] Riordan Oakheart, Tavern Regular and Brew Connoisseur&amp;lt;BR&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;lt;BR&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
Riordan tells you (in common), 'Lady Patroness of Bards, at your convenience I have a performance for you!'.&amp;lt;BR&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;lt;BR&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
You tell Riordan, 'excellent, Riordan. I look forward to it. A moment, please, and I will be available. Meet me in the Amphitheater, please.'.&amp;lt;BR&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;lt;BR&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
The Storytelling Amphitheater&amp;lt;BR&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
[Exits: west]&amp;lt;BR&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
Naner is here.&amp;lt;BR&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
(Invis) Riordan is resting here.&amp;lt;BR&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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You nod.&amp;lt;BR&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;lt;BR&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
Riordan stands up.&amp;lt;BR&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
Riordan bows before you.&amp;lt;BR&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;lt;BR&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
Cordir nods in acknowledgement of the courtesy given. &amp;lt;BR&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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Riordan says (in common), 'Naner, Cordir, may I perform for you?'.&amp;lt;BR&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;lt;BR&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
Naner says (in common), 'yes'.&amp;lt;BR&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;lt;BR&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
Riordan nods.&amp;lt;BR&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;lt;BR&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
Cordir gestures and a soft light wells up out of nowhere, illuminating the Bard.&amp;lt;BR&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;lt;BR&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
Riordan gets a pristine, antique guitar of cherrywood from bag made from Naner hide.&amp;lt;BR&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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Cordir seats herself on one of the benches.&amp;lt;BR&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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Riordan says (in common), 'I will play upon this antique guitar, my grandfather's bought with what little gold her had'.&amp;lt;BR&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;lt;BR&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
Riordan performs 'awe audience'.&amp;lt;BR&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;lt;BR&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
Riordan says (in common), 'This performance is titled &amp;quot;Gossip surrounding the tavern drunk as told by the fool himself&amp;quot;'.&amp;lt;BR&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;lt;BR&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
Riordan strikes his guitar *plink STRUM plink STRUM*, have you considered fleeing?&amp;lt;BR&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;lt;BR&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
Cordir smiles slightly.&amp;lt;BR&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;lt;BR&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
Riordan says (in common), 'Long ago, an elven gent and lass of Cillidellia'.&amp;lt;BR&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
Riordan says (in common), 'stole each other's hearts, contrary to the will of their elders.'.&amp;lt;BR&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
Riordan says (in common), 'Love's command and a man's pride are formidable foes'.&amp;lt;BR&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
Riordan says (in common), 'for the wisdom of old elves.'.&amp;lt;BR&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;lt;BR&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
Riordan strikes his guitar *plink STRUM plink STRUM*, discordant notes make you wince!&amp;lt;BR&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;lt;BR&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
Riordan says (in common), 'Married they were, and shopkeeps they became.'.&amp;lt;BR&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;lt;BR&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
Cordir carefully conceals her flinching.&amp;lt;BR&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;lt;BR&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
Riordan says (in common), 'Three children the now maiden bore:'.&amp;lt;BR&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
Riordan says (in common), 'a son and two daughters, though robbed of her boy'.&amp;lt;BR&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
Riordan says (in common), 'an untimely plague the thief.'.&amp;lt;BR&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
Riordan says (in common), 'Stricken by sickness the maiden, too, no cure'.&amp;lt;BR&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
Riordan says (in common), 'could a cleric find for her malaise.'.&amp;lt;BR&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
Riordan says (in common), 'So a journey to the north with their daughters'.&amp;lt;BR&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
Riordan says (in common), 'to a better climate to ease her struggle,'.&amp;lt;BR&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
Riordan says (in common), 'in the fair weather heights of Loth-Lorien'.&amp;lt;BR&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
Riordan says (in common), 'far from the troubles of coastal squalls.'.&amp;lt;BR&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;lt;BR&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
Riordan strikes his guitar *plink STRUM plink STRUM* *riff riff*.  Passionate cacophony echoes throughout the room.&amp;lt;BR&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;lt;BR&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
Riordan says (in common), 'Long ago, a human man and his bride'.&amp;lt;BR&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
Riordan says (in common), 'toiled the plantations in the south,'.&amp;lt;BR&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
Riordan says (in common), 'and the vineyards of the north,'.&amp;lt;BR&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
Riordan says (in common), 'following the seasons of labor's demand.'.&amp;lt;BR&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
Riordan says (in common), 'Impoverished they were, ignorant of most tongues'.&amp;lt;BR&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
Riordan says (in common), 'and illiterate in their own.  Their sons'.&amp;lt;BR&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
Riordan says (in common), 'and daughters, their many hands in the fields'.&amp;lt;BR&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
Riordan says (in common), 'bonded by life's merciless struggles.'.&amp;lt;BR&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;lt;BR&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
Riordan strikes his guitar *plink STRUM plink STRUM*, have you considered fleeing?&amp;lt;BR&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;lt;BR&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
Cordir subtly twitches the fingers of Her left hand, causing the strings of the guitar to move slightly more into tune. &amp;lt;BR&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;lt;BR&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
Riordan says (in common), 'Time passed, the elves became elders.'.&amp;lt;BR&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
Riordan says (in common), 'Time passed, the migrants' bones became worn.'.&amp;lt;BR&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
Riordan says (in common), 'Youth slipped between the fingers of their children,'.&amp;lt;BR&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
Riordan says (in common), 'but new love kindled between an elven daughter'.&amp;lt;BR&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
Riordan says (in common), 'and a man rich in spirit alone.'.&amp;lt;BR&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
Riordan says (in common), 'Against ironic objections of the elders,'.&amp;lt;BR&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
Riordan says (in common), 'the two were married and bore a son named &amp;quot;Bard.&amp;quot;'.&amp;lt;BR&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
Riordan says (in common), 'Settling in the half-camp with those of each kind'.&amp;lt;BR&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
Riordan says (in common), 'their son enjoyed a modest life.'.&amp;lt;BR&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
Riordan says (in common), 'True to his name sake a bard he became.'.&amp;lt;BR&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
Riordan says (in common), 'His interest held by so many things,'.&amp;lt;BR&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
Riordan says (in common), 'not the least of whom his dwarven bride,'.&amp;lt;BR&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
Riordan says (in common), 'master machinest of the smelty.'.&amp;lt;BR&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;lt;BR&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
Riordan strikes his guitar *plink STRUM plink STRUM*, discordant notes make you wince!&amp;lt;BR&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;lt;BR&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
Riordan says (in common), 'Together they traveled, joined at the hip,'.&amp;lt;BR&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
Riordan says (in common), 'to many realms and lands.'.&amp;lt;BR&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
Riordan says (in common), 'The journeys led from keg, to flask,'.&amp;lt;BR&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
Riordan says (in common), 'to flagon, to bottle,'.&amp;lt;BR&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
Riordan says (in common), 'and bar nor barrel could quench the'.&amp;lt;BR&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
Riordan says (in common), 'thirst for another love now plucking'.&amp;lt;BR&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
Riordan says (in common), 'the strings that echoed in the chambers'.&amp;lt;BR&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
Riordan says (in common), 'of the half-elf's oak pursuing heart.'.&amp;lt;BR&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
Riordan says (in common), '80 rings traded for 80 proof,'.&amp;lt;BR&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
Riordan says (in common), 'the sober dwarf maiden betrayed'.&amp;lt;BR&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
Riordan says (in common), 'by grape stained lips'.&amp;lt;BR&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
Riordan says (in common), 'singing songs of vanity and vineyards.'.&amp;lt;BR&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;lt;BR&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
Riordan strikes his guitar *plink STRUM plink STRUM* *riff riff*.  Passionate cacophony echoes throughout the room.&amp;lt;BR&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;lt;BR&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
Riordan bows deeply.&amp;lt;BR&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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Cordir tilts her head to one side.&amp;lt;BR&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&amp;gt;l Riordan&amp;lt;BR&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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Naner says (in common), 'yay!!'.&amp;lt;BR&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
Naner is so excited that she cheers just for the hell of it.&amp;lt;BR&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;lt;BR&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
You say, 'Well done, though a sad tale.'.&amp;lt;BR&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;lt;BR&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
Ghazkull gossips (in elven), 'Greetings, Realm'.&amp;lt;BR&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;lt;BR&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
Cordir rises and walks over to the Bard, reaching up to catch his chin in Her hand.&amp;lt;BR&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
Cordir examines him closely, Her eyes seeming to see more deeply than mere skin.&amp;lt;BR&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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You say, 'Hm.'.&amp;lt;BR&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;lt;BR&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
Cordir releases his chin and steps back with a brief nod.&amp;lt;BR&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
Cordir gestures in acknowledgement.&amp;lt;BR&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&amp;lt;nowiki&amp;gt;###&amp;lt;/nowiki&amp;gt; Riordan has earned Bards' Council approval for level 15.&amp;lt;BR&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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Riordan bows deeply.&amp;lt;BR&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;lt;BR&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;lt;nowiki&amp;gt;###&amp;lt;/nowiki&amp;gt; Riordan has advanced to level 15.&amp;lt;BR&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;lt;BR&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
You tell Riordan, 'Congratulations on your Ascension.'.&amp;lt;BR&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;lt;BR&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
Naner shows her approval by clapping her hands together.&amp;lt;BR&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;lt;BR&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
Ghazkull gossips (in elven), 'I missed it!'.&amp;lt;BR&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;lt;BR&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
You say, 'congratulations.'.&amp;lt;BR&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;lt;BR&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
Riordan says (in common), 'OOoo, location quests!'.&amp;lt;BR&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
Riordan says (in common), 'Must do them'.&amp;lt;BR&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;lt;BR&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
Ghazkull gossips (in elven), 'Congrats Riordan!'.&amp;lt;BR&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;lt;BR&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
Riordan gossips (in common), 'thanks!'.&amp;lt;BR&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;lt;BR&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
Riordan says (in common), 'You hum a few bars to an improbable song, 'detect evil morning orgy'.'.&amp;lt;BR&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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You blink.&amp;lt;BR&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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Riordan coughs.&amp;lt;BR&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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Cordir looks vaguely aghast.&amp;lt;BR&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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Riordan snickers softly.&amp;lt;BR&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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You say, 'well. Um. Perhaps that's a bit too close in truth to the song. '.&amp;lt;BR&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;lt;BR&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
Riordan chuckles, evidently amused.&amp;lt;BR&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
Riordan makes a complicated-looking gesture.&amp;lt;BR&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;lt;BR&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
You say, 'please excuse me... I have matters to attend to.'.&amp;lt;BR&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;lt;BR&amp;gt;&amp;lt;BR&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
[[Category:Logs]]&lt;br /&gt;
[[Category:Bardic]]&lt;/div&gt;</summary>
		<author><name>Cordir</name></author>
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