Misery

A female bard walks into the room and takes a seat near the fireplace. She lays her staff against the wall and takes off her cloak. Her blue eyes sparkle with fire reflecting off of them as her lips twist into a smile. A few villagers gather around her, curious to hear of her tales that she has brought from the ends of the realms. She waits for everyone to settle down before she begins to sing of her greatest story. Her mouth opens and a sweet melody drifts from her mouth:
I sing of Misery, the sorceress warrior,
Born of noble blood, a gift to two races.
The Haetyr and Elven blood,
both run strong through her veins.

"Misery Deireadh an Tuath.."
whispers the trees and the rocks.
Immortal maiden whose name is the very essence,
essence of life and love.

Born into a noble house full of luxuries
Misery the elven girl, fathered by Haetyr
Her mother, a simple forest elf,
came to love that man of mystic arts.

She grew up in that noble house,
Until mother took her away, far away,
Into the forests of her mothers land,
Teaching her the arts of nature, known to elves alone.

"Misery Deireadh an Tuath.."
whispers the trees and the rocks.
Immortal maiden whose name is the very essence,
essence of life and love.

Misery left her enchanted forest home,
Entering womanhood, so young, so tender,
walking through the lands of the valley.
wandering the borders of the realm which she knew.

Her eyes, green as the forests,
Her hair, dark as the wood of the trees.
A swift, slender being,
who would walk through the fields and forests unseen.

"Misery Deireadh an Tuath.."
whispers the trees and the rocks.
Immortal maiden whose name is the very essence,
essence of life and love.

She came upon her father's people
In the tower beyond the woods
The wisest of the great Order,
Order of Haetyr T'nak, took her in under his wing.

Misery grew in her father's place,
taking on her noble name,
growing to be the Grand High Council,
Of that peaceful Order of life and love.

"Misery Deireadh an Tuath.."
whispers the trees and the rocks.
Immortal maiden whose name is the very essence,
essence of life and love.

Misery, who rules the Order peacefully,
The rock and strength behind it all.
Fled her land in turmoil one day,
When the Evil One crept in.

She knew her only hope had rested
on two twin souls not from her land.
She vowed to come back to her home one day,
And build up the glory of the Hatyr T'nak, once again.

"Misery Deireadh an Tuath.."
whispers the trees and the rocks.
Immortal maiden whose name is the very essence,
essence of life and love.

She stumbled upon a newer realm,
with a group of faithful friends,
The mighty one, Nosferatu, father of all and nothing,
Saw into her soul, her greatness shining through.

He made her elven immortal being,
into a goddess of mighty things.
Misery Deireadh an Tuath, mighty sorceress warrior,
It is she of whom I now sing.
The lean, bard takes a seat as she ends her song. All the villagers that surrounded her, break away from the spell as her enchanting song ends and the silence takes over. The storyteller drinks a glass of ale and stands up once more, getting the attention of all the village folk. Pulling her cloak over her shoulders, she winks at everyone in the main room. She grabs her staff and heads out the door, on her journey to sing to all of Misery Deireadh an Tuath, greatest of the sorceress warriors.