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Phaxhedea the Voice of An Immortal, Adherent of the Glade

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A slender arial standing three or four handsbreadths higher than the average human flits around patiently here. The feathers covering most of her body are light great with white tips, giving each individual feather an outline. Her talons are a matching gray with a large, sharp claw accentuating each toe gleaming dangerously in the light. A train of feathers that cascades down her back in an iridescent display catches each beam of light and reflects a rainbow of soft pastel colors back to your eye. Her beak is long and pronounced, the same gray as her feathers, protruding outward and then curving down and ending in a sharp point. Her eyes are the same beautiful white as her feather train and reminding you somewhat of abalone shell.

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Phaxhedea Bronaire's Song

Added Wed Sep 28 13:40:28 2005 at level 1:
The Ballad of Phaxhedea
By Phaxhedea

Born in the mountains high up in the air
Among many chicks, none were quite so fair
Gathered around, the elders did stare
Resplendent feathers (what you might call hair)
So sealed the fate of young Phaxhedea Bronaire
O such sweet sadness is this whole affair...

Prophetic visions of one, so I'm told
Into a priest this chick would be mold
And profess the light to adventurers bold
"Shokai give strength, let darkness ne'er hold."
(But might as well into slavery be sold)
O poor Phaxhedea to this cause was cold...

It wasn't that she hated the light
For she had been given both gift and sight
And fought against darkness in ways forthright
But rejected the chains of fate in spite
She took up the wings of freedom, of flight
O, talons of duty, forgive my blight!

Regardless of what path lay just ahead
If couldn't be free, she'd rather be dead
Trained as a priest, but a bard in her head
She'll wander about 'til her wings become lead
Shokai no more, to Innis instead
O Phaxhedea, you're free where you tread
Sweet Phaxhedea, you're free like you said...

Mad Tom's Caterwaul

Added Thu Sep 29 12:05:44 2005 at level 18:
Traveling to the Glade one bright sunny day
The unknown Phaxhedea did wander
Chirping a tune so cheerful and gay
About burning a duergar asunder
There met a man with hat floppy and wide
And a cat with old fish on his breath
Young Phaxhedea was churning inside
Hoping her intrusion meant not death

He took her aside and then said to her
"You're now in the glade of Lord Summer.
Bring me some wine or my wrath you'll incur."
She just couldn't have felt any dumber
Then with a grin he ruffled her feathers
And she felt her prayers reach divine
As though she just survived stormy weathers
"Welcome," he said. "You're now one of mine."

"O Innis! Innis!" she began with great fervor
But the song was not ready to come
Maybe she wasn't quite the deserver
Of getting Innis' love (and then some)
She scratched her head and then bid farewell
With promises of songs 'bout her deity
What she'd come up with only time would tell
But the journey would be full of gaiety

Then genius came in the form of a song
Music bursting forth from her heart
(That kind of music can never be wrong)
She took off alone with a start
Ink went to leaf (that's all that she had)
Concentrating on the beach where she sat
"I love Innis and hope he won't feel bad;role + But I'll write this song for his cat!"

What Music Means to Me

Added Sat Oct 1 16:50:57 2005 at level 27:
Deep in my breast where none may peer
There exists the one thing that I hold dear
A penchant for song
How can it be wrong?
The music inside me has always brought cheer

Sanity kept while deep in my study
Priestly things thought 'til my head became muddy
I chirp a soft tune
To get me through noon
While the others considered me nutty

All grown up now and out on my own
Wandering wherever the wind has blown
Seeker of the glade
For the songs I've made
Following Innis as well as its known

What music means to me I'll impart
For it has no end, nor does it a start
It comes from within
Redeeming my sin
And bursts forth as joy coming from my heart!

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Date Level Hours Title
7 2 Phaxhedea the Minister, Seeker of the Glade
35 42 Phaxhedea the Communer of Diseases, Adherent of the Glade

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