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As promised... my EverQuest tale:
I, Glossolalia, bard of Solusek Ro, wished to join Scarlet Horizon. I got my sponsors (people I know 'in real life'), I filled out my application, and I sit down with Whit to learn of my quest.
Whit spins an epic tale of the Father, culminating in my quest... find these items, and retun to his tomb with them to pay homage. What items, you ask? Well, sit yourself down and I'll tell you the tale of Glossolalia's Trials.
You see, you cannot raid a tomb such as the Father's without some help. So I set off to find the Froglok and his accomplices. Into the Estate of Unrest, to find the undead barkeep and rip the earring off his person. Alas, as I was running up the back stairs to his barroom, the other guests pulled a pincer style attack on the 2nd floor landing and made quick work of me. Unsure of what to do (or how long my corpse would take to decay) I implored Vulash to assist me. He and a few other Scarlets came out and dragged my body to safety. Then for amusement they killed the vast majority of creatures in the house.[1]
So, my first attempt was a wash. I brushed myself off and went back to Kelethin for a bit. Looking for a druid to save me a boatride, I asked if one was available. No luck. As I was running into BB, I spied a halfling wearing odd looking armour. When I stopped to get a better look at her, she said, 'Still looking for a port?' and we were off. Running into Freeport I chose to walk up to the gate before quietly asking if anyone was able to bind. As I looked at the folks sitting around I spotted Brillian, who was kind enough to attune me with the area. So... into the desert and through the swamp to Upper Guk we go...
I roam around aimlessly, as there are but myself and two others in the zone. I find the room where I should see the Squire, and he's nowhere to be found. I log out for the night in said room. After a deep slumber, I awake to find myself sitting but a few feet from my arch nemesis, the Froglok Gaz Squire. However, he is far from alone. There are shamans who keep hopping by. I observe their habits, trying to minimize my exposure. I almost have him when they and a few more friends show up and gang bang me... back in freeport I bless Selo for his masterpiece and make an interesting run back through the desert and swamp... (avoiding orcs and now cutthroats, too!) When I get back to Guk, I shout out to the zone that I am in dire need of assistance - killing this Squire for my guild quest, and that I just got back from him slaying me. An amenable cleric smites him for me, and then (lvl 60) resurrects me. I get my stuff, along with the stolen collar, and I'm off to Freeport again, bidding adieu to a that wretched place.[2]
Saturday eve past, Lelgolas (now 'My Wanderer') and I marched into Unrest to wreak havoc on the barkeep. (revenge is a dish best served cold) A lvl 23 necromancer joined forces with me and we sent Lelgolas in to find the evil mixologist.[3] Luckily this time around there were a few more people milling about, and they were gung ho about beating down the guests who were upset at the thought of being without a barkeep, if only temporarily. We kill him, and he has... the apron! I curse him, and all of his progeny. I give the apron to the necro. I only care about that earring! Who knows how long it will be until they hire another barkeep? Meantime, this incorporeal dwarf shows up and starts beating down on everyone around him. I put my tail between my legs and run for the zone. Lelgolas kills it/him handily. The necro and I divvy up the meager spoils. I suppose incorporeal creatures don't necessarily carry anything of interest. Lelgolas pulls the 'barely wet behind the ears' barkeep, much to the chagrin of the guests, who come by in droves to express their displeasure. Fortunately for them, he was wearring an earring this time, so I felt no need to continue to deprive them of drinks.
After expressing my thanks, we ported to BB and ran straight into Crushbone. Yelling, 'Tower is camped!' as we slipped behind the throne. That sorry excuse for a leader did not have anything of worth on him. Over and over again I laid waste to him and his minions, until finally he coughed up his tunic. HA HA! I had achieved my goal. I had the items that belonged with the Father. I called it a night and waited for Whit to join me on my final journey.
I find Whit and right on cue Rayeg graces us with his presence as well. I wait for them in Lesser Faydark... lo and behold, it's Fauve, Whit, and Minani. With Whit's song we make for Mistmoore. At the entrance Whit convinces a Grinning Gargoyle to pick a fight with a Smirking Gargoyle. What an amusing combat to behold. Arriving at the tomb, I take a moment to express my feelings to the Father.
"Noble Father, the one true power in this land, I have acted as a messenger, delivering an aria of retribution upon those foul beings who have violated the sanctity of your sepulchre. Unbeknownst to me, you allowed them their transgression to test my abilities and descry my worthiness in your eyes to become an initiate of the Scarlet Horizon. Please accept both your relics and my thanks at your confidence in me. I will never fail you."
We return to where the quest began. Standing among the butterflies I kneel before my blond bardic benefactor. My heart skips a few beats as I await the pronunciation. Have I proved myself worthy to be a Scarlet? With Fauve, Minani, Whit, and the butterflies around me I became a bardic initiate of the guild. It was a gratification that I cannot express in words. I have never felt so proud to be a member of such a group.
Still reeling from the experience, I fumble for the words I have promised myself would come next. For the first time I give voice to my own ballad, written for Whit.[4]
"my heart is a very lonely place
an endless rolling river
it seems though now I am visited
by a beautiful sailor
when I look at you the world is gone
you are everything I see
when you speak your voice caresses me
the melody soothes my soul
your eyes are the color of the river
rippled deep with endless hope
I could swim in those pools forever
so beautiful I'm drowning
every river leads to an ocean
destinies merge together
sea and sailor becoming as one
through the red skies of evening
Thus I ask of you - heed the siren's
call and sail away with me"
[1] So I'm standing there when this skeletal monk comes along and hands me my ass. I run for the zone thinking, 'oh my god, I thought they got rid of these things! This is why I quit my bard in the first place!' Yes, my first character years ago was a wood elf bard named Harlotte. After the name change she was Yores (Trewlie) (whoever said bards could spell?).
[2] Tally so far: 3 rezes, and an emergency evac from Lelgolas. I hate Guk.
[3] If my dark elf necromancer is a master brewer, wouldn't she also be an evil mixologist? bwahahahahha
[4] "Proposed Duet" [A Bardic Pursuit]
So that's my story. I'm very proud to be a Scarlet.
Glossolalia
20 arias of loyalty honor and friendship
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