Re: Black, Red, and White (D'aden, Olven and Roisin)
"Certainly," Gareth said. He opened the wooden case, picked up the lyre inside, and plucked it a little bit while tuning it. He then started to sing, accompanying himself on the lyre. He sang of a handsome, low ranking Solamnic Knight and his heroics. How he met a most beautiful Kagonesti female and how they fell in love. How war came and dragons followed and they, despite all conflict and hardship remained together.
He sang about the evil dragons and how their victories multiplied and threated to cover the world in darkness. And about the lovers fleeing to safety, where their love could flourish and the duo could be together forever.
But he stopped. He could not escape honor. He had to protect his people at any cost. And his love revealed herself as a silver dragon in elven form. And with the power of the gods in his arm, riding a dragon of his own, Huma risked the life he could have had with her to save the world. And as he banished Takhisis, the silver dragon was mortally wounded. And in his wrestle between love and honor, he had won one and lost the other.
His performance was exquisite. A true masterwork.