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Revision as of 02:26, 9 November 2016

«The Stiff and the Spent

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Coerthas

Coerthas Western Highlands

Falcon's Nest

To be a bard means to let your heart guide you as much as your head.
...That's what I think, at least.
Good tidings, Forename! We've received information from Ser Alamenain regarding the Ballad of Oblivion!
You will recall the woman he mentioned─the one who sends souls unto the heavens with a song. She is apparently a soldier stationed at the Convictory. Let us go there at once!
Guydelot, you are coming with us!

The Convictory

I'm sorry, but the answer is no.
Well, if you're not up to it, I won't press you. A song isn't something you can force out of someone.
We have found the soldier, ForenameCelaine is her name. Alas, though she admits to singing the song, she refuses to teach it to us.
Guydelot is doing his best to coax it out of her. For once, his way with women may serve an honorable cause.

The Convictory

You won't sing for us; I don't have a problem with that. But could you at least tell us why? It'd help to ease our disappointment.
I'm no bard─just a simple soldier. And it isn't a song I would willingly sing.
The lady has spoken. Seems to me there's nothing else we can do.
You would give up, just like that? We have a duty to accomplish!
Begging your pardons, but your comrade gave me to understand that an operation is due to be conducted presently.
Aye, dragon numbers are on the rise, and we go to cull them.
If you are not averse, we would lend you our aid. The operation would be better for the extra hands, and should you have occasion to employ the song in battle, we would be able to hear it.
...Very well. You may join us, but on one condition: you are to provide our forces with support only.
All right, we have work to do. The operation will take place at Twinpools, to the north and west. Let us present ourselves to the commander and offer him our aid.
And he throws a hissy fit when I do something spontaneous. Hmph.
Well, let's make ourselves useful, the only way a bard can.

Twinpools

Rest assured I don't plan on charging into the fray. No, sir, I'm content to stand back and strum out a song or three.
This is rather sudden, I know full well, but it is for the sake of our mission.
Remember, you are to provide support only.
You would join us in the cull? The Holy See thanks you!
Seeing as you are skilled in the bow, you may help us by thinning out the beasts. I shall mark a spot on your map; pray focus your efforts upon this area.
I shall remain close by, in case you have occasion to employ the song.
Do as you will. Just see that you do not overreach yourself.
Go to our assigned positions, do what we always do─seems straightforward enough!
Seeing as you are skilled in the bow, you may help us by thinning out the dragons. Please focus your efforts upon the area I marked on your map.

Twinpools

Again, so many lives lost...
The cull's finally over. I had no idea dragons were so bloody tough. And those were the lesser ones.
Not once did Celaine perform the song...
And though the operation itself was a success, her people suffered heavy losses.
Farewell, my friends. Your sacrifice will not be forgotten.
Rest now, O valiant souls,♪

Lay down your weary heads.♪
Go unto the bosom of the Fury,♪

In Whose exalted name you bled.♪
The song to send souls unto the heavens... This is what it was.
I was trying to make you sing a song of mourning? Gods strike me down for a callous fool...
For once, Sanson has it right. Let's show our respects to Celaine's fallen comrades.

Twinpools

Gods strike me down for a callous fool...
You need not feel bad. The fault is mine for not offering a proper explanation.
Men fall far too often in this war we wage. Wishing to spare myself the pain of loss, I've kept my comrades at a distance. Yet I always find myself racked with regret that I didn't reach out to them before they were taken.
Aye, far better to taste pain than to live with regret. There's no need to deprive yourself of the joy of friendship.
I won't. Not anymore. I shall learn to savor the time I have with my comrades...as should you.
The two of you bicker like an old couple, but life is too short to waste squabbling with your own. So cast aside your differences, and have joy of each other's company while you still can.
As for the requiem I sang...it was taught to me by a scholar of Ishgardian history. If there is a man alive who knows the song you seek, it will be he.
Sylviel is his name, and you will find him at Tailfeather. I suggest you pay him a visit. I take my leave of you.

Twinpools

Celaine's song was simple, but she sang with all her heart. Therein lies the power of a bard.
Let us go to Tailfeather, as Celaine recommends. This Sylviel may know the song, and failing that, he may at least be able to direct us to it.
It's the fervent desire to aid our comrades that bestows our songs with power.
It makes me wonder, what sort of desire is needed for a song that destroys all?

Dravania

The Dravanian Forelands

Tailfeather

I'm playing around with chords to accompany Celaine's melody.
It appears Sylviel is presently afield on one of his surveys. We must await his return.
Tell me, Forename, what thoughts have you on Celaine's inner struggles?
...That's some deep stuff, brother. Truly insightful. A pity that's all lost on Sanson─the bastard's got eyes for naught but his bloody tome.
Our mission takes us into ever more perilous territory. Pray see to it you are fully prepared for the trials ahead.
Life's too short to waste squabbling, eh? I'd argue it's also too short to waste on pompous prats.