A wisp of music could be heard from the Emporium. Normally this would be the cause of two bards who attended the Emporium on a regular basis. The names of the two bards would be Benjamin Journey and Elias Loveridge. Today however, only Benjamin would be seen, panning up towards the Arken Cora.
"Benjamin. Cheer them up, will you? With a dancing tune." Called the Arken.
All of a sudden, the bards finger tips fell at mercy of the lute, a quick pace of instrumental playing. The notes seemed to speak, expressing sadness, speaking in a world far away. The notes lashed out heavy and harsh, brassy and loud but continually rhythmic with awesome fragmentation and melodic liquidation.
The bards fingertips continued to graze the lute's strings, fluttering up and down in a melodious series of soon to come events. They seemed to forebode that of horror, peril, and defeat. A sadness seemed to erupt from the bards voice as he opened his mouth producing the swirling autumn leaves of his vocal notes.
The mice of the Emporium shivered and trembled at the bards music.
Conjuring forth was a now enchanted lute of dark magics. What used to be an extension of Benjamin's arm, a part of his own body, now turned against him, sucking out the life from his body, and forcing those around him to stand and dance to death.
All of a sudden, the bards finger tips fell at mercy of the lute, a quick pace of instrumental playing. The notes seemed to speak, expressing sadness, speaking in a world far away. The notes lashed out heavy and harsh, brassy and loud but continually rhythmic with awesome fragmentation and melodic liquidation.
The bards fingertips continued to graze the lute's strings, fluttering up and down in a melodious series of soon to come events. They seemed to forebode that of horror, peril, and defeat. A sadness seemed to erupt from the bards voice as he opened his mouth producing the swirling autumn leaves of his vocal notes.
(Parody of Fall of the Magister
♫Rikkirra's in the sky~
The Emperor's reign is done. ♫
♫Who decides who lives and dies for what is yet to come? ♫
♫Fear along with fright-
The spirits soon to fall! ♫
♫Prepare yourselves, here comes death to settle on us all. ♫
Chorus
♫Now are the days~ of the possessed singing song!
Now are the days~ we all learn we were wrong. ♫
♫Submit to the dragon!
For Rikkirra has been right! ♫
♫Against the divine we shall kneel before her might. ♫
♫Horror in your eyes,
The birds come forth to crow. ♫
♫Madness and chaos will strike those we had come to know. ♫
♫We all will meet our doom,
Hold on to those you love. ♫
♫Soon the dragons flame and ashes will rain from above. ♫
Chorus
♫Rikkirra's in the sky~
The Emperor's reign is done. ♫
♫Who decides who lives and dies for what is yet to come? ♫
♫Fear along with fright-
The spirits soon to fall! ♫
♫Prepare yourselves, here comes death to settle on us all. ♫
Chorus
♫Now are the days~ of the possessed singing song!
Now are the days~ we all learn we were wrong. ♫
♫Submit to the dragon!
For Rikkirra has been right! ♫
♫Against the divine we shall kneel before her might. ♫
♫Horror in your eyes,
The birds come forth to crow. ♫
♫Madness and chaos will strike those we had come to know. ♫
♫We all will meet our doom,
Hold on to those you love. ♫
♫Soon the dragons flame and ashes will rain from above. ♫
Chorus
The mice of the Emporium shivered and trembled at the bards music.
Conjuring forth was a now enchanted lute of dark magics. What used to be an extension of Benjamin's arm, a part of his own body, now turned against him, sucking out the life from his body, and forcing those around him to stand and dance to death.
Everyone around the bard,
None would be safe from the bards cursed lute as they all rose to dance. One foot over the other, they grew exhausted as the heresy of a song continued.
'I can't keep this up, why won't I stop? STOP SINGING!' The bard was at war with himself, voices screaming in his own head. His thoughts seemed limited, as if he were tied down by chains, a puppet to the Arkens power.
Eventually, the arkens voice would sooth the musically inclined bard, falling to her mercy. He peered at the lute. It still had the Ravens feather of Gabriel, the Arken of death.
What was this alien object in his hands? It was no longer the lute he had grown up with. No... It sucked his life away, his soul seemingly trapping within. He was now a toy for the Arken. A powerful projecting weapon, a voice of daggers and a lute of spears.
Finally... The musical notes returned, retreating back to the lute as the bards fingers, which were previously at the mercy of the instrument, trailed away into a mellow, thin, melodious conclusion.
Marie de Ortiz, Emerthas Jouhari, Senobia Kopanari, Silver Valentine, Leufred Reginar, Aedarhon Jouhari, and Alistair Caheles.
'I can't keep this up, why won't I stop? STOP SINGING!' The bard was at war with himself, voices screaming in his own head. His thoughts seemed limited, as if he were tied down by chains, a puppet to the Arkens power.
Eventually, the arkens voice would sooth the musically inclined bard, falling to her mercy. He peered at the lute. It still had the Ravens feather of Gabriel, the Arken of death.
What was this alien object in his hands? It was no longer the lute he had grown up with. No... It sucked his life away, his soul seemingly trapping within. He was now a toy for the Arken. A powerful projecting weapon, a voice of daggers and a lute of spears.
Finally... The musical notes returned, retreating back to the lute as the bards fingers, which were previously at the mercy of the instrument, trailed away into a mellow, thin, melodious conclusion.
Much like before, the bards fingertips ceased into a trailing conclusion. He slowed to a stop, looking up and peering about.
'What had he done?...'
He exhaled, heaving thereafter as his song concluded. He didn't even know what had occurred, he simply headed off from the spotlight with a sad expression along the features of his face.
'What had he done?...'
He exhaled, heaving thereafter as his song concluded. He didn't even know what had occurred, he simply headed off from the spotlight with a sad expression along the features of his face.
