Sitting in the Ruins (Open)

Tarfuss · October 30, 2007, 09:10 PM

49 Melora, XIV PF

Tarfuss climbed up on the rubble of what once had been some kind of building. It was scarred by flame and in a condition that he couldn't really guess what the original purpose of the building was. it raised him up above the street level and gave his a bit of a vantage point from which to view the city. It was a shambles, but here and there it was becoming a city again. Work was being done, clean-up and rebuilding. He sat down on a sturdy bit of the rubble. He was feeling low.

He took out his Tin Whistle and began to play, a sad tune that he had started working on while on his journey here. He played it softly and slowly, listening to the notes drift away over the destruction.

Keldon Elsdragon · October 30, 2007, 09:30 PM

Keldon was in the general area when he heard the tunes being played, standing a short distance away he just stood there and listened to what developed.

Tarfuss · November 1, 2007, 01:44 AM

Tarfuss continued to play the song, working over the fingering and making adjustments, adding a melancholy frill in one spot and stepping out some notes in another. He had been able to practice some on his journey here. It wasn't all that often that he did get a chance to practice alone, and thus, uninhibited. The sad melody floated over the charred stone and the fields where so many had suffered and died, and then, at the end snatched victory from the ashes. Some of that triumph entered the song toward the end, but in the end it was a sad song. On his journey over he had been becoming more adept at his fingering and now was concerning himself with his breath control as well. For the most part the song sounded as it should, if a bit slow. He was making no gross errors, though no one would confuse his playing with that of a master musician.

Tarfuss · November 9, 2007, 09:54 PM

He finished the song and started it again, leaning back against some of the rubble and looking up at the sky. He let the song take over his fingers and played slowly. The song was a lonesome sound and he was feeling every bit of it. He cringed inwardly as he squeaked an octave by not being more careful with his breath control and continued on to the end. He went back to the part that he had failed at and played it several times in succession until he got it right three times in a row. He then went back and played the song through again. He finished and looked up into the sky and watched the clouds for a few minutes. He wondered if this would be what the rest of his life would be like. He frowned and picked another morbid song and began to play that slowly.

Tarfuss · November 12, 2007, 04:23 PM

He moved his fingers on the instrument carefully. He wasn't very familier with this song and so it went slowly. He played one verse, stopping several times to find the correct notes by experimentation, frowning as he did so, trying several different notes until he found the right ones. He went back to the beginning of the song and started again, this time paying more attention to his fingering, how he was covering the holes. Occasionally he found that he wasn't covering the holes good enough and adjusted his fingers. He tried to keep his breath controlled, keeping the notes even. He managed to get halfway through the song before he botched it and rolled his eyes at his ineptitude. He started it again. And again. And again. Finally he made it all the way through with no mistakes. He smiled to himself. It was a small victory, but it was a victory.