Bard Epic Quest

Fajio says: 'Run Onward, my friend, to the far off Desert of Ro and give this torch to Andad Filla.

You say, 'Hail, Baldric Slezaf'

Baldric Slezaf says 'Hello. Don't you think this would be a wonderful place to perform a symphony?'

You say, 'What symphony?'

Baldric Slezaf says 'It has been my dream for years to perform a symphony that would be remembered for ages to come. I have run into a few minor snags, however.'

You say, 'What snags?'

Baldric Slezaf says 'Several years ago I bought sheets of the most beautiful sounding music from a traveling merchant. He did not know the author of the work as it was simply signed 'the Maestro'. The melody I played from them was wondrous and invoked feelings in me I have never felt before. However, as I reached the middle of the music, I discovered it was missing two pages!'

You say, 'What pages?'

Baldric Slezaf says 'The pages that were missing were pages 24 and 25. I have been searching the world for a spot to hold my symphony and I have finally found it. Without the music and a new lute crafted by the famous instrument maker Forpar Fizfla, I do not think I can pull it off.'

You say, 'Who is Forpar Fizfla?'

Baldric Slezaf says 'Forpar Fizfla is an eccentric instrument maker from Ak'Anon. He makes enchanted instruments that enhance the sound of the music. If I am to perform the concert of all concerts, I must have one of his instruments. I went to Ak'Anon, seeking to purchase an instrument from him but he wouldn't even speak to me.'

You say, 'What music?'

Baldric Slezaf says 'It makes me sad to know that the pages of this music may be spread across the world or destroyed. If you find and bring me the two missing sheets as well as a new lute, I would be happy to repay you in some way.'

You say, 'How will you repay me?'

You say, 'Hail, Konia Swiftfoot'

Konia Swiftfoot says 'Hello there, ______. I am hosting a relay running contest. Would you like to participate?'

You say, 'I would like to participate.'

Konia Swiftfoot says 'Great! The prize will be this silly old music sheet. Let me know when you are ready and I will pass you the torch and tell you where the first stop is.'

You say, 'I am ready.'

Konia Swiftfoot says 'Here you go. Run with this torch as fast as you can to the misty thicket and hand this torch off to Fajio Knejo. He will tell you where to go from there. Hurry! You do not have much time!'

You say, 'Hail, Fajio Knejo'

Fajio Knejo says 'Greetings, ______. I hope you are having a fine day.'

Fajio Knejo says 'Run onward, my friend, to the far off Desert of Ro and give this torch to Andad Filla.'

You say, 'Hail, Andad Filla'

Andad Filla says 'Hello, traveler, please do not bother me right now. I am waiting for someone.'

Andad Filla says 'You still have a way to go! Seek out Misty Tekcihta near the arena at Lake Rathe. Run like the wind!'

You say, 'Hail, Misty Tekcihta' Misty Tekcihta smiles and taps her foot. Misty Tekcihta hands you a small ring.

Konia Swiftfoot says 'Excellent! You are quite a runner. Here is half of the sheet music. I decided to keep the other half because it has this wonderful signature. I think it might be quite valuable. It is probably worth as much as an instrument the great Mahlin used.'

Serra says 'H..h..hello? Can you help me? I lost [something] and I need it so I can go back home.

You say, 'what something did you lose?'

Serra says 'I never got my doll for my birthday. Before he could bring it to me I was h..hurt by the bad man. I cannot leave without my doll. Will you please help me?

You say, 'What doll?'

You say, 'what note?'

Serra says 'I hope it will help you out. Please find him so I can leave this place?

You say, 'hail Belious Naliedin'

Belious Naliedin says 'Welcome, my name is Belious Naliedin of the League of Antonican Bards. A few years ago, I finally saved up the money and bought this place. I settled in and have been working here ever since.

You say, 'I was given a ripped Qeynos Bards Guild Flyer.' and You say, 'I seek a famous Bard' both resulted in...

Belious Naliedin says 'A famous bard, you say? Why you must be seeking none other than the great Baenar Swiftsong! He is not here as you can see. Mayhap you seek an audience with him? He is a busy man and has not the time to speak with everyone who wishes to preoccupy his time with useless prattle! You are many and he is but one! Leave him be, I beg of you, to continue his songwriting in peace.'

You say, 'I seek an audience with him.'

Belious Naliedin says 'Ah! In order to gain an audience with him, you must have a letter of introduction from me, otherwise he will not give you the time of day. 'Belious laughs briefly.'

You say, 'Give me a letter of introduction.'

Belious Naliedin says 'Ah! Here is that letter of introduction I was looking for! Baenar likes to frequent a serene fountain in the southern Karanas. He finds the peace there accommodating to his work. He may even sing a tale for you if the mood strikes him.

You say, 'hail Baenar Swiftsong'

Baenar Swiftsong says 'Please, I am trying to work here. If you bother me I will write a horrible song about you and sing it from the mountain tops!

Baenar Swiftsong says 'So, Belious Naliedin sent you, eh?' Baenar shakes his head. 'I hope your letter of introduction did not empty your purse. You have the audience you seek. What is your [request]? A song perhaps? To immortalize your heroic deeds in song? How about an epic battle with a gnoll pup? I'll make you famous.'

You say, 'I request a song'

Baenar Swiftsong says 'You have no request for me? How odd. Well, then. Perhaps a tale of [history] will do?

You say, 'tell me some history'

You say, 'What realm?'

Baenar Swiftsong says 'The place I speak of is the Estate of Unrest. It is a place that the dead roam and the living detest. Garanel Rucksif was his name, a name that no longer came to be . A name that Quellious herself saw fit not to let anyone see, for a cleric loyal to her called the lands home. Open to all, the Fier'Dal, Koada'Dal and even the occasional [gnome].

You say, 'what gnome'

Baenar Swiftsong says 'A mansion built by the cleric with care For he came to spread the word of Quellious to Faydwer. Garanel mad with rage, killed his wife and children three. From his dwarven homelands he now will flee. Upon this place of tranquility he stumbled upon. He tortured and killed the cleric and his kin by morning's dawn Within the sacred chapel walls the bloodshed took place. Eyes wild with rage, madness and blood upon his [face].

You say, 'face'

Baenar Swiftsong says 'Quellious enraged by this act of violence and murder, decreed that this would continue no further! Garanel was struck down, his soul cursed forever more, to haunt the grounds of the defiled estate, guarding its bloody floor. Undead monsters, ghosts and [ghouls] slaughter all those who stray. They say his undead power grows within him to this day. This sad tale, my friends, is the Legend of Unrest.

You say, 'what ghouls'

Baenar Swiftsong says 'I've even heard of the ghosts of poor children haunting the estate. Have you ever [seen a child's ghost]?

You say, 'I have seen a child's ghost.'

Baenar Swiftsong says 'You have? Did it speak to you? What did it say? Only the essences of those unjustly wronged or the vilest of souls are bound to this realm and sometimes end up in that accursed place. Only that which binds them to this realm may set them free. Curse those who would harm an innocent child! I knew of one such unfortunate child. I was to bring her a [doll] for her birthday but she fell to a thieving cutthroat's sword!' Baenar's eyes fill with tears. 'Pardon me, friends, she was like a daughter to me. I loved her as I would my own!

You say, 'What doll?'

Serra say 'Oh! You have the dolly! Thank you! Thank you! Thank you! I can go home now. Please give this to my father, Baenar. He will understand when he gets it.'

Baenar Swiftsong says 'A note for the child? How can that be! How could she know I was her father? Unless? Cyrah told her. Forgive me. Cyrah was the name of the woman to whom I was betrothed. Unfortunately her parents forbade her from marrying a lowly bard such as myself. Her father married her off to a young merchant in Qeynos named Maligar. She married him only out of respect to her father. Her heart was truly mine, at least, so she always said. When Serra was born, I visited them both often. She was like no other, so innocent and sweet. In those few years I watched her group up to be more and more like her mother and I saw none of the father in her appearance. I do not like Maligar, but the least we can do is inform him of his child’s death. I saw his caravan pass by not more than a day ago headed to Qeynos.'

Maligar says 'Hmmm. What’s this? A note from that silly bard Baenar? I wasn’t aware that those of his kind could write, much less read.'

Maligar says 'I see you do not share my sense of humor. Let’s read it shall we? Oh, no! She’s dead? I knew that already, you fool. It was by my hand she died! Ooops! Did I let that slip out? Silly me. I guess I will have to kill you now!'

Baenar Swiftsong says 'That vile dog! I knew there was something not right with him, the way he stared at everyone with contempt! Even his own wife! I curse him! I curse him to stay upon the realm and deny him what he most desires! This is too much! I cannot play or write this day. The sadness overwhelms me. In honor of Serra, the daughter that was denied to me in spirit, I vow never to play this instrument again! It was her favorite and she listened to me play for hours on end. Here take it! Take it out of my sight! Leave me be with my grief and my loss.'

Konia Swiftfoot says 'Mahlin’s bongos! Here, take the other half of the sheet music. I can not really make out what the signature was anyway.'

Baenar Swiftsong says ' To get Page 25 go to South Karana and talk to the wood elf bard named Kelkin Mekia.

You say, 'Hail, Kelkim Menkia'

You say, 'Why are they so rare?'

Kelkim Menkia says 'I only use the finest lute strings on my lute. My uncle got them for me from across the world. His name was Zendrik the Wurmslayer. As his name implies, he killed many wurms and drakes. The strings for my lute were all made from the guts of the wurms and drakes he slew.

You say, 'What wurms and drakes?'

Kelkim Menkia says 'The strings were from a chromodrac, a red wurm and a huge onyx drake. It always sounded so wonderful.' Kelkim sighs, looking off to the horizon. As she shakes her lute angrily, she says, 'I'll kill all of you dirty gnolls!'

Forpar Fizfla says 'Wow! I didn't think a Human like you would be able to gather all of those things.' Forpar rambles around and works with small tools for a good ten minutes before handing you a very fine looking lute head. 'Now, do you want to gather the next pieces for me?'

You say, 'What next pieces?'

Forpar Fizfla says 'The next pieces are a little harder to come by than those. To make the body of an instrument that will last ages to come, I need something very special. The scales of a big red dragon and the scales of a big white dragon will make it unbreakable, as well as giving it a unique look. Some metal bits will allow me to hold the body together. Please, if you gather up these things, bring them to me as soon as possible. I have not felt this good in years!'

Forpar Fizfla says 'Woooooo! You are doing a wonderful job, ______. I wish I could go out and gather these things myself.' Forpar sits back down at his desk and pulls several very strange looking tools out. Eventually he looks up at you and says, 'The body is done! Only one more piece to go!'

You say, 'Hail, An Undead Bard'

An Undead Bard says 'Hail, ______. Are you perchance a minstrel?'

You say, 'I am a minstrel.'

An Undead Bard says 'I, too, am a bard, or was rather. I have been cursed by that blasted pile of bones who calls itself, Trakanon'

You say, 'Who is Trakanon?'

An Undead Bard says 'He is the undead dragon who rules this realm. I came on a quest seeking strings for my new instrument.'

You say, 'What instrument?'

An Undead Bard says 'I sought to create a Magical Lute.'

You say, 'What Magical Lute?'

An Undead Bard says 'One that would make me the greatest bard in all the lands! Are you on a similar quest?'

You say, 'I am on a similar quest.'

An Undead Bard says 'Well then, I would ask you a favor for one in return. If I bring that cursed dragon here, will you kill it for me?'

You say, 'I will kill it for you.'

An Undead Bard says 'Excellent. I have stayed here far too long and I wish to go to my eternal slumber. But before I do so, I ask for one last request'

You say, 'What last request?'

An Undead Bard says 'Give me the Mystical Lute Body you have. I will return it, don't worry. I only wish to hold an instrument one last time before I leave.'

An Undead Bard says 'I feel so powerful once again...a strange feeling is overcoming me!'

Forpar Fizfla says 'Goodness! I can hardly contain myself! This will be my greatest creation ever!' Forpar sits down, slides the lute head into place and screws it together. After a few minutes, he begins to string the lute with the gut strings of the poison dragon. A wonderful sound fills the air as he strums the lute once and hands it to you. 'I hope you find a good use for that! I bet you could play it from the mountaintops and the people below would hear you. Thank you, ______, for making my lifelong dream come true!'