*On this special day for lusternia, let us remember things from the past and dwell upon these small gems one last time*.

A string of musical notes drifts into the basin from the heavens, followed by a loud clang and some off cue screeches.

The thunderous cacophony of Morgfyre, the Legion's chaotic voices declare in unison, "I have had enough of your infernal music, Minstrel. This time youve gone one note too far!"

The sounds of a violent struggle followed by a loud bang and "oof" echo through the realm.

A brilliant streak of light scorches through the firmament and descends into the Basin.

A string of vehement curses considering certain gods' private parts can be heard emanating from the heavens.

Kidaen, the Empyrean Minstrel shouts, "All right you fools, I've had enough of this, this is taking way too long!"

Kidaen, the Empyrean Minstrel shouts, "You used to be able to find things, you've lost your touch, that's what!"

Kidaen, the Empyrean Minstrel shouts, "I guess I'll just keep this to Myself then, if none of you want IT."

Kidaen, the Empyrean Minstrel shouts, "It's very sparkly and pretty, but I'll trade it for My lute."

Gorky Hardbottom's voice reverberates, "Who let the laddie out o' his box?"

Kidaen, the Empyrean Minstrel shouts, "Don't get Me started about you!"

Kidaen, the Empyrean Minstrel shouts, "Come on you pathetic excuses of searchers, I still have to compose Kidaen's 37th symphony! Get a move on!"

Gorky Hardbottom's voice reverberates, "Must ye torture us with more of yer music, Kidaen?"

Kidaen, the Empyrean Minstrel shouts, "Must you torture us with your smell, Gorky?"

Dragonspawn Shirath Pyranix, Seeker of the Flame shouts, "Must all the Basin's ears be tortured with this pointless ranting?"

Kidaen, the Empyrean Minstrel shouts, "Well find then, suit yourself, no divine presents for you then!"

Gorky Hardbottom's voice reverberates, "Ole Gorky works hard buildin' buildin's for the Elders. The smell of grease and dirt is unavoidable."

Kidaen, the Empyrean Minstrel shouts, "Indeed, that's why we keep you confined to the lower Havens."

Kidaen, the Empyrean Minstrel shouts, "Oh poor abused me, why must immortality be so cruel upon the shoulders of this poor angsty minstrel?"

The sound of a cracking whip resonates throughout the Basin.

Someone powerful's divine voice echoes across the land, "Shirath, there is no need for you to search if you are not interested in sharing one of the coolest things ever to be made by the hands of Divine Estarra Herself."

Kidaen appears in a dramatic puff of multicoloured smoke.

Kidaen, the Empyrean Minstrel exclaims, "Where is it? Did it get wet? Please tell me it didn't get wet!"

Kidaen, the Empyrean Minstrel's eyes widen in disbelief as he shouts, "Oh my GOD!"

Kidaen, the Empyrean Minstrel runs around madly, flapping his arms in a blind panic.

Kidaen, the Empyrean Minstrel exclaims, "Oh woe be me! My lute! Wet!"

Kidaen, the Empyrean Minstrel gives a pained sigh.

Kidaen, the Empyrean Minstrel says, "Ohwell, you can hang onto it then, I shall simply craft a new one."

Kidaen, the Empyrean Minstrel says, "However, a promise is a promise."

Kidaen, the Empyrean Minstrel snaps his fingers.

Kidaen, the Empyrean Minstrel flourishes his cloak rather dramatically.

A divinely wrapped present descends, resting on a golden disc of pure light.

Kidaen, the Empyrean Minstrel says, "That is for you."

You see Kidaen, the Empyrean Minstrel shout, "Keep your eyes open, mortals, there is more to come!"

Kidaen, the Empyrean Minstrel waves goodbye.

With a swirl of his cloak, Kidaen disappears in a dramatic puff of multicoloured smoke.

Because it would take all night again to edit out all the rubbish, I'll post a summary of all of it afterwards. Unless anyone else wants to?

This is a stupidly messy comedy of errors so far You should disallow us from talking altogether and have something that tells you "Read HELP QUIZ" when you join it

Someone gave highly inappropriate answers and was kicked out via a comfy chair.