Ireswyn the Grand Mistress of Artistry, Enemy of the Refuge

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Chapter 8

A live well lived, who could ask for anything more of life.
Ireswyn knew it, her time had come to return home, and so she did.
And as she settled in her familair hall, listening to Lady Moonsinger's lovely song.
She wondered why she had ever really left to begin with.
Ireswyn closed her eyes, and with that, faded away back into obscurity.

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Chapter 7

It had been many years since Ireswyn's personal war against the Outlanders
had begun. Many against her had come and gone, and yet she remained. If she
were in a war of attrition against those initially responsible, she could say
she had won it, simply by outliving them all. Even the second and third
generations of outlanders had largely come and gone, and yet she remained.


It was true, some outlanders took up the mantle of fighting against her,
though those people were ever fewer. More and more, they wanted to know the
story behind it, and once learned, most simply left her alone.


This respite from them had in turned caused her to seldom visit their Refuge.
Though she still distrusted the Refuge, and may even remain their enemy for
the entirety of her life, Ireswyn reached a decision. No longer would she
make attacks against the Refuge directly. That only perpetuated the cycle,
but now, with no individuals she truly despised among the Outlanders, Ireswyn
found her passion for their blood had waned. They could keep their silly
stick, and unless they reverted back to their old ways, she could not see her
ever visiting the Refuge again.


Perhaps the time for her return to Evermoon was drawing close, or perhaps it
was simply time for her to find the next challenge to overcome. The thought
of becoming the unfettered minstrel she had once been made her smile far more
than killing any Outlander ever had. Her freedom was hers again, for the
foolish Outlanders were no longer her concern.

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Chapter 6

Ireswyn had found herself enjoying her rather quiet life for a time. There
had been the tournament of champions that her Herald friends had set up, in
part thanks to her own donation of funds for the winner. There had been more
than a few adventures to far off places, and Ireswyn could honestly say there
was little more she could want of life. Even the former Empress was no more,
and it had been ages since she last saw the Harbinger. She grew complacent in
her wanderings.

It was the reminder she got from that mage, one she had all but forgotten
about in those years, that renewed her though. Reminded her of why she had
made an enemy of a few of the tree folk. It was that mage that replaced in
her that spark she had not known she had lost.

The Outlanders, even Liantae, one she truly had enjoyed the presence of, were
all the same in her eys. Though she had forgotten them, it seems they had not
forgottn her. She knew it had been a mistake to forget about them. They would
never change their ways, not while those elders harbored their grudges
against her. Well aware that her actions would only perpetuate that violent
cycle, Ireswyn decided anyway. She would hunt them, when she could, she would
aide their enemies in weakening them. The tree would be no refuge for them
against their enemies, she would gladly see that all who would burn the
refuge stronger.

In all other ways though, she remained unchanged, happy to idle her time with
friends and others. But now, ever with an eye for those who she knew had not
forgotten her, who she would not forget again.

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Chapter 5

Wise commanders know that in a tense situation where lives are on the line,
one should remain focused and alert, and that the last thing the person
leading them should do is get drunk. Smart warriors know when to follow their
leader and when to take charge for themselves. These three, aboard the
bloodied deck of the Death Wind, are none of these things.

As Ireswyn walked over to where she could have sworn that locked cabin was,
she focused far more on her wineskin than the ship. She walked right through
a gap in the rail of the ship that night, and her devout companions followed
her over, all three splashing into the Sea of Despair.

For a moment, there was nothing but shocked silence.

Then, a moment of dawning comprehension.

And then such a string of profanity erupted forth from Ireswyn once she fully
realized what she had just done that it would have made an enraged drunken
duergar proud, until even her trained lungs could hold no more breath and she
fell silent.

"What else one expect when follow drunk elf around without looking" Hurk said
as he began chuckling. Marintok nodded and joined in the laughter. The
sounds of Marintok and Hurk's laughter rang out and continued on all the way
back to the Eternal Star, and even Ireswyn could not hide her own smile as
they slogged through the door to the Inn, Hurk rushing to the bar to share
tales of their adventure with other patrons.

It was clear to her then, more so then ever before, that she had found true
friends in Thera, for neither minded her misstep, both more excited in the
adventure than the reward. It was they and the adventures they shared, that
were becoming her focus. She cared increasingly less about the Outlanders, or
the now Empress, then she used to. She hadn't forgotten their assaults
against her, but she found now there were far more important things to spend
her time on then the tiresome fools who were so rapt in their respective
causes they missed out on all that was truly before them.

Evermoon, and her place beside Lady Moonsinger, would have to wait just a
little while longer she decided.

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Chapter 4

The giant looked eager, even if he did not know what lay over that rail
looming above them. Ireswyn smiled at Hurk for that, as she sat idly tuning
her harp. "Relax my friend, the time is drawing upon us to strike, and
besides, we'll find nothing but death on this vessel more than likely."
Marintok glanced over to her and smiled as well, to which she smiled back.
The Cliffjumper never shied away, a rather endearing, if not costly, quality.
The three of them, at her suggestion, were below the Death Wind, the famed
pirate vessel of the Hao'Kaan, with plans on plundering their riches (though
she did wonder if that in turn made them pirates as well). The harp sounded
perfectly as she finished, and with that she sung the final song to inspire
them for the deeds that lay in front of them.

Marintok wasted no time, and slung his hook on to the rail, and sent himself
up and over onto the ship. Not an instant before his form vanished did the
sounds of battle sound as a pirate yelled out the warning. Ireswyn glanced to
Hurk. "Come along Hurk, we wouldn't want Marintok to have all the fun." Hurk
smiled again as they both propelled their hooks onto the rail and made their
way onto the ship.

The battle erupted all around them, pirates and their slaves, all cast into
the fray against them. Ireswyn settled into the background, singing for the
warriors as they traded blows with the pirates. Quicker than she would have
thought, the First Mate lay dead (a rather brutal strike of Hurk's axe had
almost cleaved him in two) at their feet. The trio then set about the rest of
the ship, engaging the pirates and the leaders of the ship, and somehow,
finding victory in each battle.

The fighting was intense, but to Ireswyn's surprise the crew of the Death
Wind, even the Captain, fell before them. Marintok even found a rather
important looking key on the corpse, and handed it to Ireswyn, who smiled.
"Let's go take a look behind that door shall we?", and visions of mountains
of gold were gleaming in her eyes as she spoke.

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Chapter 3

Life had taken Ireswyn on any adventures, and through them all she had
learned a great deal. She had made friends she trusted, fought battles where
she found both victory and defeat. She had drank with the young and the old,
commoners and gods alike. She had seen those she once considered friends turn
to enemies. Among them all though, none did she trust more than Marintok, the
warrior of balance. He had ever been willing to go on adventures to places
with her, usually at great personal cost. In turn, she had made it a point to
be equally helpful to him, to guide and protect him when she could.

It was to Ireswyn's own shock though, that she had found not allies, and
certainly not friends, but perhaps willing acquiantances, among the
Imperials. With the passing of the old emperor, only the High Priestess did
she despise, but found herself more amicable towards the rest. It was for
that though, that the new challenge had become apparent. The Outlanders had
dared to challenge her, to strike at her even, and for that she would no more
aid them. They would be her enemy from that day forward.

Ireswyn often found herself idling away her days roaming the land, and no
matter where, she always kept in mind the home she planned to one day return
to. She did not yet consider her a master, not one yet worthy to join Lady
Moonsinger in the halls of Evermoon. It would not be until she was a true
master, reknowned in all the lands, that she could return, to take her place
beside the mentor that has inspired her. The journey had not been short, and
rarely easy so far, but the challenges ahead were that which Ireswyn was
embracing most, ever with the goal in mind without care or concern for much
else.

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Chapter 2

Ireswyn looked down at the goblin's corpse, then over to the dark elf covered
in its blood. She could not help but laugh a little at all of it. The goblin
had never been a problem to her, but it had pressed matters with her beyond
what she would allow, dared to assault her even, even though at that time
they shared a common goal. If death the thing sought, she had little choice
but to oblige it, and hence she relayed its presence to a dark elf she had
never met, and saw it destroyed, perhaps earning her a bit of good will with
the dark elf who she had no doubts would just as readily turn on her at any
moment. And yet, the one she would have thought her natural enemy was
amicable, the one that might have been her friend laying dead. And that was
the humor in it, that she could never know what to expect, what might happen
when she acted.

In those moments Ireswyn delighted in the randomness of it all, that but for
a few wrong words the goblin might yet be alive and working with instead of
against her. Instead she had offered him up to the dark elf, watched and
aided in his demise. She knew then that life could offer her no greater
enjoyments than the freedom to act on her whims, to revel in what results the
unexpected brought her. She had no trust of the dark elf, no love of him or
the goblin. All she knew was she could never allow herself to be tied down to
any one cause, to any one group. She would live unbound by what others
thought or wanted. While so many lived by rules, to her there could be none.
How could she deny herself any experience when Thera had countless to offer
her? She wished to live through them all. Only then could she return to
Evermoon and regale them of all manners of music, of her own triumphs as well
as her failures. Tales of a life she would consider worthy to have been led.

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Chapter 1

Ireswyn's life in Thera had finally begun to show a hint of promise. Her
family had been little more than average elves making a living in Evermoon,
working in the Mushroom Tree Tavern most of their lives. Her mother had been
a performer of modest skill, while her father had idled his time away serving
drinks when Rythel wasn't tending the bar. Both had been loving parents to
Ireswyn, if not a little plain and boring in her eyes. After all, Thera
extended far beyond the gates of Evermoon and Ar'Atouldain, yet neither had
the slightest interest in seeing it. For their part though, they had
encouraged Ireswyn to make her own way, knowing their lifestyle would not be
enough to satisfy their daughter.

Ireswyn had met with many fellow elves who lived within Evermoon in her brief
time there. None had left more of an impression upon her though, than the
reknowned master Ehlondara Moonsinger, who was known to visit the tavern for
the occassional drink, and to the delight of the patrons, lyrical
performance. Ireswyn always found those to be the most captivating times of
her formative days, listening to the songs of the most wonderful things.
Tales of love, bravery, loss and courage, no matter the subject they held her
attention til the last note, always left her wanting to hear more. How any
could hear such music, and allow themselves to remain idle in Evermoon was
beyond Ireswyn's comprehension. If any one thing had inspired her to leave
Evermoon, it was those songs. She envisioned herself as one day being the
subject of them, rather than the audience. To do that though, she knew she
could not remain among the halls of Evermoon, and so she had left, seeking
her own life and adventure.

Music came naturally to her, though to her own amazement she learned how much
more difficult it was to weave music effectively than Ehlondara had made it
seem. While she could sing, a bard imparted more than that through their
music, and she knew that was the secret of Ehlondara's music that had so
inspired her that she still struggled to grasp. She'd learned many songs by
now, could sing most of them well, given enough time, but mastery would be a
long way off. In those times she was thankful for her elven heritage, for
years spent mastering would lend themselves to centuries of use in her
traveling of Thera.

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