Rhisi's Songs and Stories ((OOC feedback welcome))

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((A comprehensive post of the songs and stories that C'rhisi has written/sung/told.))

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Becoming One

Once when Hydaelan was young

The Lady of Flame walked her face

And dreamed of love in the pale moonlight.

And far away, and farther,

A man of a forgotten land

Gazed at the stars-

And waited.

 

The Lady, she sighed, and

Prayed to the Lover bright.

"Please, sweetest lady, let me find my love tonight."

The Lover shone her brightest face

On the Lady of Flame and the man so far away,

And in her Light it was whispered,

"Wait, oh wait, and love you shall know."

 

And the years went by

And the moons and suns too

And the Spinner's loom kept spinning

And Fate found her way through.

 

The Lady of the Flame was lost

And the man with the forgotten land

Could not find his way.

Until they met one another

Under the light of the pale, pale moon.

 

It took only a moment

Their eyes met and could not look away

And their hearts expanded

And their minds were cleared

And that is how two

Became One.

 

Two Sisters- A story of Menphina and Azeyma

Long ago, when the stars in the skies were grains of sand and visible all the time, Azeyma and Menphina went a-walking.  Their father, Althyk, was out wandering, seeing to his newest creation- Hydaelyn.

 

The sisters stood on the cool sands of the twilight and each took to pointing out their favorite stars.  Azeyma loved the brightest- those whose fire was so bright they dwarfed the stars around them, but Menphina loved the smaller stars, those not as bright but brilliant when compared to the dark.

 

It did not take long before the sisters began to argue the merits of their stars-of-choice.  "-My- stars are so bright they light everything around them!" Azeyma cried, while Menphina objected, "Yes, but -my- stars are all the more important because of the darkness!"

 

And back and forth they quarrelled, their voices growing louder as they proclaimed their love for their stars.  At last, they stood facing one another, nose to nose, their eyes blazing.

 

"MY STARS are better because they are brighter!"  Azeyma yelled.  "Oh yeah?!  Well MY STARS are better because they more GENTLE!" Menphina yelled back.

 

"ENOUGH!" cried a voice that made both sisters tremble in shame.  Before them stood their aunt, the great goddess Nymeia, Weaver and guardian of fate.

 

The sisters quailed before the great goddess and her veil of white.  She stood tall before them in her anger.  "You are both gifted by your father to know the value of light!  Do not shame his gift by quarrelling over it's relative merits." 

 

She pointed at Azeyma.  "You, you are the elder and yet you do not have the wisdom to know that just because a light is softer does not mean it is lesser.  As punishment, you shall cross the world's face for 12 bells, and your light shall be so bright that the people of Hydaelyn will fear it."

 

The great goddess then pointed at Menphina.  "Though you are the younger, you should have had the wisdom to see that just because a light is more brilliant, does not mean it is not also gentle. Your punishment shall be to cross the world at odds to your sister, and in your soft light the people of Hydaelyn will grow lost and confused."

 

"Until you both have grown wisdom, doomed you are to meet but twice a day- and then the light shall be of the stars you both cherish."

 

As the goddess of fate faded away, the sisters rose to their new positions- Azeyma, the sun, Menphina, the moon.  And as they rose they wept for they knew their aunt was harsh but fair.

 

In time, the sisters learned- their dawn and twilight meetings found each a little wiser every day.  Azeyma became known as the Warden, for soon she was able to dim her light until it was not death to the people, but life and nourishment.

 

And Menphina became known as the Lover, for she learned to glow a little brighter, and in her light the people came together, to dance and sing and love.

 

And their father, wisest and eldest of gods, smiled.

 

Greenwoods- a song of the Shroud

The sweet winds blow

In the trees for me

And in their song I hear

 

The call of home

Of the trees I know

Where never knew I fear

 

The seas are green and red and gold

Here in my forest home

 

And in the night the stars alight

And guide me with their glow

 

Sing, sing, oh leaves of home

Sing me your greenwoods song!

 

And in the night, by the fire's light,

I'll never be alone...

 

The beasts of home they know my name

the streams and rivers too

And when I hunt, or sleep, or sing

greenwoods i think of you

 

Sing sing oh leaves of home

Sing me your greenwoods song!

 

And in the night

By the stars bright light,

I'll never be alone

 

Nay I'll never be alone

 

The Lady and the Knight

 

In days of yore 

And ages past 

There was a beautiful Hyur lass.

 

Her hair was gold 

Spun pure and fine 

And her lips were red As darkest wine.

 

The maiden fair 

She loved a knight 

And she would sing In her delight.

 

Her love was strong, 

And good and bold, 

He feared no man... 

And loved not gold.

 

The father of the lady 

Despised the Knight 

For he held no power 

No political might.

 

He forbid his daughter 

With her hair of gold 

To meet with the knight 

So good and bold.

 

But their love was true 

And no passing cloud 

So no man could forbid 

What the gods had allowed.

 

The knight and the lady 

Fled the kingdom in the night T

heir love was their beacon 

An endless light.

 

And if one day in the forest 

A bird alights there 

On the simple thatched roof 

Of a quiet lair.

 

He would see a lady 

Her hair so gold and fair 

Embracing her knight 

And they are happy there.

 

 

Song of Sastasha

 

In the caverns of Sastasha

A pirate crew invaded

Women and men fell

To swords and axes heavy-bladed.

 

The Father called together

Adventurers brave and bold

Into the depths they leapt

For honor, glory, and gold.

 

The axe-maiden stood before them

The Father stood between

The swordsman and the pikeman

Their blades shone with a killing sheen.

 

Into the depths they wandered

Into the lion's roar

The pirates they encounted

They fought and fell to the floor.

 

A mighty Coeurl pawed the stone

And roared his hunger, loudly,

The axe, the sword, the pike,

And the Father felled it proudly.

 

The pirates were no challenge

To friends and colleagues brave and bold

They fought the mate and Captain

And sent them to the 'hold.

 

At last, the challenge came forward

A beastman, a Sahagin tall and fell,

The axe-maiden fought with valor

And the Father healed her well- 

 

The swordsman slashed and parried

And the pikeman stabbed it true

The Sahagin wailed, and fought, and died.

And the comrades followed through.

 

When at last they returned and their story told

They proved themselves comrades, so brave and bold.

[NomadSoul]

[Thank you very much, and for the in-game link! I'm interested in seeing more performances, and perhaps, having my own bard swap stories and compare notes IC. See you out there. ]

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((Reviving, as C'rhisi is back in Eorzea and singing away!))

 

Song of Home

When I was a child

I thought as a child

I dreamed as a child

I am a child no more.

 

In the song of the wind,

There is a name

That sings to me of home.

 

I chased my dream

From the Indigo Deep

To the Sea of Jade

But the dream led ever onward

 

And so I left

And walked the world-

I danced and sang so gaily.

 

In the cry of the wind

There is a name

That makes me dream of home.

 

Through Garlean cities

With names of steel

I sang,

And danced a path of danger.

 

Along the knife

My feet trod light

And my dream, it left me lonely.

 

In the whisper of the wind

I hear my name-

And it will lead me home.

 

At last I stood

On foreign shores

and gazed at the eye

Of the storm

 

And it swept me up-

It turned me 'round

Until my eyes saw truly.

 

I hear you, o wind,

I hear your name

I sing a song of home

 

From west to east

How I have wandered

Only to find

My way back home.

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The Order's Song

 

((Set to igtNdgAzDxc ))

 

((Singing begins at 0:29))

There was a time

When I was all I had

When the cold winds blew

I drifted

 

There was a day when I

Was all alone and scared

Then I saw the light

That drew me

 

I found a home

Within this place-

the hearts of my friends

it is there

I am not alone.

 

((1:04))

Hitoride wanai

I am not alone

Hitoride wanai

I'm wanted.

 

Hitoride wanai

I am not alone

Hitoride wanai

I'm wanted.

 

It is here that I 

Can see my future spread

Before me like

A ribbon

 

One that will carry me

Through darkness and despair

And deliver me

To glory

 

((1:51))

I can see you

There all a-lone

 

((2:10))

Join with me

And you will never be

Alone and scared 

Abandoned or unwanted

 

Here we will

Shelter you from storms

Great and small

And you'll always be

Welcome in the light

 

You will always be

Welcome

 

((2:41))

Hitoride wanai

I am not alone

Hitoride wanai

I'm wanted.

 

Hitoride wanai

I am not alone

Hitoride wanai

I'm wanted.

 

There was a time

When I didn't know 

That my home was near.

It is this that I offer

 

Now is the time when you

Can know the warmth of home

When you'll look around

And feel loved

 

Now is the time when I

Will offer you my hand

And we will stand

Together

((Piano break))

 

((4:18))

Hitoride wanai

I am not alone

Hitoride wanai

I'm wanted.

 

Hitoride wanai

I am not alone

Hitoride wanai

I'm wanted.

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Bag of Secrets

 

One day when I was walking

Amongst the forests green

I came upon a wise man

All the world he'd seen

 

So I asked him for a secret

That would set the stars alight

And he looked me in the eye

And said, "I will teach you true delight."

 

From the bag at his feet

He drew a long-stemmed pipe

Lit it with a fingertip

And winked one blue, blue eye.

 

"My dear," He said to me,

with tongue as good as golden

"There is no secret I don't know

But my head's too small to hold'em!"

 

"So in my bag my secrets lie

If you're brave enough to look,

And if you want to catch a good one

You must make yourself a hook!"

 

With naught but my two hands

And a thread and a smile

I made myself a hook of song

To catch that secret in style.

 

The old man, he laughed at me

My cleverness impressed him

And the bag at his feet was opened wide

And I couldn't help but dive right in!

 

Secrets big and secrets small

They swam all around me

And out came my hook

And away they went, slippery as can be.

 

One little secret

Was all I caught

But it was the best one

 

When secrets you seek

A song and a smile

Will bring you the the most fun!

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The Hunter and The Moon

 

-Performed as a spoken-word story, this tale is about Menphina and a nameless hunter.  It is often told around Valentione's day or on full-moon nights.

 

Once, when the world was young,

There was a hunter.

He stood tall and brave

His arm was strong

His aim was true

And his heart was just.

 

As he stalked his prey

In the darkness of the forest

In the stillness of the night

He came upon the Moon.

 

Her eyes were light

Her skin was dark

And in her smile was joy

And as she bathed

the curve of her body

Was grace

and beauty

and love.

 

The hunter was transfixed

His heart stolen away.

The goddess' eyes found him

In the stillness of the night.

And they saw him

And they knew him

And she was his.

 

"Three tasks must you complete,

Before I will forgive

This grievous crime

Of spying as I bathe."

She spoke as one enraged

but the light in her eyes

Was the light of the stars

And the moon at full

And the hunter knew her love.

 

The task first given 

was to find the Boar King

To take from him a tusk.

 

The hunter was a wise man

With no dearth of courage

So he went a-hunting

With his spear and his bow

And his heart brave and true.

They fought

And Struggled

And night turned to day

And day turned to night

And man clashed with beast.

 

Until at last they met

With a crash so mighty

It felled the trees

And shook the very stones.

In the hunter's hand

Was a tusk, broken at the base

All ivory and gold.

 

Task the second was to find

A blind seer

With eyes the color of rust.

For many malms and many nights

The hunter sought this man

Here

And there

Over valley

Through dell.

 

Until he found him

In a shack by the sea

Surrounded by beauty

The hunter had never seen.

All of carven ivory

was the seer's home

Secrets known

And unknown

Seen

And unseen

Were held in the blind man's eyes.

 

The hunter stood

And with his honest heart he offered all

And the seer smiled

For he saw all that the man

Could not see.

The great tusk was carved

With a thought

And a prayer

And magic unknown.

And the hunter moved on.

 

The third task was to climb The Mountain

That no other man had climbed.

It reached so high

The clouds looked up

At the summit

And wondered

At the secrets there.

 

It was the greatest task

The hardest to fulfill

And when the hunter's heart grew heavy

He felt the touch of moonlight

And saw again

The light in her eyes

The curve of her cheek

The dark of her skin.

 

For love he climbed

For the sight of her

And she watched

Standing

Aloof and shining

With her mantle of stars.

 

At last he knelt before her.

And he said:

 

"My lady

My love

Every task have I completed

Every part of me

Do I offer now.

With this carving

With my hands

With my heart."

 

And she smiled

And it was as the moon

Cleared the clouds

And shone with glory

Upon the man.

 

"My lord

My love

With your hands and your heart

You have caught me.

And so I will join you

And love you

From now until the stars fall."

 

The hunter stood-

And she was gone

And the carving in his hands

Was gone

Leaving him with nothing.

He turned, searching,

And her arms wrapped around him

And in her hair was darkness

And in her eyes was light

And the curve of her smile

Was the curve of the moon

And her skin was ivory

Touched with magic

And the breath of life.

 

The hunter and his bride

Lived lives long and full

And their joy was as the moon

Riding high in the night.

And the goddess blessed them

And they lived

And loved

And laughed

For the rest of their days.