Wanderlust

by Archales
(Bardfest 5111)
You see Archales Sur-Rocine the Gem Trader.
He appears to be a Half-Elf from Ta'Ardenai.
He is taller than average and appears to be mature.  He has brooding, jade-infused storm grey eyes and nut brown skin.  He has shoulder-length, lustrous blue-black hair that is rumpled into a shaggy mess with bits of emerald shards sticking out of it at odd angles.  He has a weathered face, a subtly crooked nose and deep laugh lines.  He has a rusted iron hook for a hand.
He has some sleek lustrous onyx rings in the upper ridge of his left ear, and a rune-etched sleek onyx stud in the upper ridge of his right ear.
He is in good shape.
He is holding an elliptical mountain dulcimer in his right hand and a silver-edged amber plectrum in his left hand.
He is wearing a thick metal wire twisted slightly at each end, a pair of black leather gloves, a golvern wyrwood leaf pin, a golvern-edged drake talisman set with a blue crystal, a jade-inlaid silver alloy buckle, a wyrwood composite bow slung over his shoulder, some lacquered vambraces, a black wolfskin armband, a golvern signet ring, a silver sash, a silk-lined jerkin, a grey silk tabard, a moonstone-clasped black silk gem pouch, some silk-lined wolf skin breeches, a lacquered harness, an etched red oak case with a silver latch slung over his other shoulder, a hooded wolf skin cloak, a wolf hide golvern-traced quiver, a golvern threaded hip-satchel, a grey leather survival kit, some golvern studded leather boots, and a miniature flute pendant.

(Archales quietly makes his way to the front of the crowd before settling back on his knees.)

Archales kneels down.

Archales indicates his amber plectrum with a smile.

Archales indicates his mountain dulcimer with a smile.

Archales says, "Well I was half kidding about having to follow that performance."

Archales begins chuckling at Ruabadra!

Speaking to Archales, Ruabadra says, "I'd apologize . . ."

Speaking to Archales, Ruabadra says, "But I wouldn't mean it."

Ruabadra grins impishly.

Archales recites:

    "Thank you folks for having me, I have a wandering peace for tonight. One where the name sort of led the tone of the song on a slow rambling downhill run"

Archales chuckles.

Archales says, "Clearly that ad lib wasn rehearsed."

Archales chuckles.

Archales cracks his knuckles!

Archales slowly empties his lungs.

Archales says, "Ohh."

Archales says, "Its called wanderlust... but that will hopefully be apparent."

Archales chuckles to himself.

Archales stills his body as he prepares to play a slow tune on his dulcimer.  He takes a quiet breath, then begins the introduction with gentle ease.

Archales's music swells with exceptional depth and power.

Archales's slow rendition on his mountain dulcimer is at once both authentic and original as he adds ornamentation in keeping with the piece's natural style.

Archales chants an impromptu melodic lilt which causes the air around him to shimmer.

It is clear that Archales harbors the soul of a dancer as he draws a languorous tune from his dulcimer, his body swaying with each measure, his arms as graceful as the wings of a swan.

Archales chants an impromptu melodic lilt which causes the air around him to shimmer.

Archales begins a musical chant...
Archales sings a melody.
A billowing misty grey scorpion appears and hovers near Archales.

The languid composition falling from Archales's gentle fingers as they caress his dulcimer bestows a musical blessing upon his surroundings.

Archales sings with a rich baritone:

    "In my travails..., I'm never alone
     Cause I got Choppy to tag along
     He's awfully quiet, but he's kinda strong"

Archales grins at a billowing misty grey scorpion.

The misty grey scorpion slowly bobs up and down.

The misty grey scorpion slowly bobs up and down.

Archales plucks staccato notes in the treble then tosses off fleeting notes tumbling down the octaves, sounding like frogs leaping into the pond.

Archales sings with a rich baritone:

    "On starry evenings, we stay up all night long
     We laugh and sing,and it drives us on.
     From dawn to dusk, we press our luck"

His phrasing brilliant and different, Archales jaunts his way through several verses, showing off his considerable talent and virtuosity.

Archales sings with a rich baritone:

    "And wander lost, we'd wander lost
     It haunts us still, just like a ghost
     Call it wanderlust, ohhh call it wanderlust"

Playing a piece with a number of accidentals, Archales's languorous composition takes on the guise of a dance as he smoothly change the levers with his left hand while playing on with the right.

Archales sings with a rich baritone:

    "I pour some drinks, but he just bobs nearby!
     A sinful waste of good gin between you an I
     Well its more for me, until my thirst is satisfied"

With an arch expression playing about his face, Archales performs with obvious delight the intricate little quavers and syncopations that brighten the piece.

Impulsive and impetuous, Archales uses delightfully quirky chord-progressions progressions to make his dulcimer nearly dance as well as sing its way through the blithe little air.
Archales sings with a rich baritone:

    "Stumbling to sleep it off it seeems,
      didn't make any of my dignity redeem
      it haunts us still just like a dream"

The silvery luminescence fades from around Mystra.
The languid composition falling from Archales's gentle fingers as they caress his dulcimer bestows a musical blessing upon his surroundings.
The slow paced pastorale Archales coaxes from his dulcimer is very expressive with contrapuntal bass line and contrasting fortissimo passages.
Archales sings with a rich baritone:

    "Waking up strange places, is nothing new to me
      but jail and in Ta'Vaalor nearly choked my incredulity
     Give one bad toast and the king will never let you leave "

Archales chuckles to himself.

Archales flushes slightly, some color reaching his cheeks.

Archales says, "Tellin on myself."

Archales winks at Ruabadra.

Ruabadra giggles at Archales.

Playing a piece with a number of accidentals, Archales's languorous composition takes on the guise of a dance as he smoothly change the levers with his left hand while playing on with the right.

Using syncopated passages and unconventional chords, Archales smiles impishly as he improvises on the jaunty tune.

Archales sings with a rich baritone:

    "I have never had much use for silvers,
      but it helped me to escape this little scrape
      when no one else was near to aid me or abate"


Archales thumps his dulcimer's soundboard with both hands, then returns to plucking strings, only to start tapping the soundboard again with the left hand while the right hand races up and down the strings with wild abandon.

Archales sings with a rich baritone:

    "Lets just wander away and get lost
     It haunts us still, just like a ghost
     Call it wanderlust, ohhh call it wanderlust"

With flamboyant gestures, Archales alternates octaves in the melody while he strikes the base chords on his dulcimer like a tiger rolling rocks in a mountain stream.

The cheerless pavane Archales plays on his mountain dulcimer gives way to a gentle pastoral scene in Aeolian mode.

Archales sings with a rich baritone:

    "Thinking back on all those years,
     All those friends we lost who were so dear
      through it all you've always been so near"

His posture upright, his mountain dulcimer held close to his body, Archales plays with careful phrasing and intricate fingerwork.

Unflappable in his intensity, Archales strikes his mountain dulcimer proudly, like the Empire's troops on display.

Archales says, "Not to worry."

Archales grins at Kardos.

Archales plucks staccato notes in the treble then tosses off fleeting notes tumbling down the octaves, sounding like frogs leaping into the pond.

Kardos gulps.

In an audacious display of raw talent, using tremolo and wild octave work, Archales plays an impulsive rendition of the chorus on his dulcimer.

Archales sings with a rich baritone:

    "Even if, I'm wasting my time with you
      it doesn't really matter if I think it through,
      lets just follow this path till we're out of view"

Starting with a slight stuttering attack, Archales's impetuous rendition continues with wild syncopation and boisterous dynamics overlaying the basic melody and rhythm.

Starting with a slight stuttering attack, Archales's impetuous rendition continues with wild syncopation and boisterous dynamics overlaying the basic melody and rhythm.

Archales sings with a rich baritone:

    "And we can wander till we find it,
     A place in which it cannot haunt us
     Call it sanctuary, ohh call it home"

With sparkling virtuosity and showmanship, Archales brings all his talent to bear as he embroiders the dulcimer composition with modal-modulation coupled with silvery contrapuntal harmony.

Richly and brilliantly colorful, Archales's dulcimer playing becomes dazzling as he bespangles the passages with glittering grace-notes and snaps, rolled chords and runs.

With a final flash of fingers and show of gestures, Archales dashes off one last flurry of syncopated chord progressions on his dulcimer, ending with a clatter of fortissimo resolutions.

Archales cracks his knuckles!

Archales says, "Think i overdid it practicing the fingering."

Archales says, "My hand actually hurts."

Archales flippantly tosses back the lapels of his wolf skin cloak and bows with distinction.