Toward the end of Roarkian, a visitor was spotted wandering throughout
the Basin, seeking fresh inspiration. Tired of the same old songs to be
found within the dated material given them, the wandering bards of the
Basin elected to send Adalgiso Batyun forward as supreme advocate, who
took up the mantle determined to bring new life and vigour to the grand
stages. Heading first to the northern commune of Serenwilde, Adalgiso
came upon Raeri Stormcrow, a learned bard in his own right, who
entranced the player with his works surrounding the great forest and its
bounties. While moving, the pieces failed to stir in Adalgiso the
inspiration so desperately sought, and so, on the advice of Raeri,
Adalgiso traveled next to the commune of Glomdoring.

Met at first with suspicion, Adalgiso encouraged those gathered to bring
to him poetry and song that would ignite the spark he required in order
to fulfill his mission. Led to the grand hall that housed the commune's
stage, he was met with performances by Nicholo Nightshade and Gwenaelle
Erid'in, who sang of Mother Night's dark beauty and the bloody grace of
the hunt, Xydral, who regaled Adalgiso with an ode to his crow, and
Stratas Shee-Slaugh, who presented material too lurid to be deemed fit
for the Basin's more tender ears. Sighing with resignation, Adalgiso
took his leave and headed instead to the Aetherplex.

Issuing a shouted challenge for any who could rouse in him a grand
passion for their artistic work, Adalgiso was greeted by a cacophony of
well-meaning, if amateur, attempts at poetry, clever prose, and songs
sung only slightly out of tune. When his ears could take no more and he
felt that surely he must return with bad news for his fellow musicians,
he was struck finally by the possibility of recovering the
long-abandoned apartments of the Basin's earliest composers. With the
help of several to corral his errant apprentice bards who had scattered
upon the Peak, Adalgiso was able to uncover a gilded, locked door - and
to disturb in the process a nest of burrowed cavern rats! Squealing in
terror, they fled to the far corners of the peak..in possession of the
key required to gain entry to the apartments at last. After several
failed attempts, it was Drayl Ysav'rai who was finally able to locate
the key to unlock the door.

Finally properly stationed within the hallowed halls of times gone by,
Adalgiso traded in his traveling garb in favour of the stately, if
ill-fitting, costume of an accomplished composer, and sat down to work
on a new piece at last. As Phoebus Skyplume retrieved for him the last
object of inspiration required, it was she that led him about, across
the Basin, to find a view to bring upon a complete work. Arriving at
length at the Aetherplex yet again, Adalgiso Batyun was able to compose
his song. If any of those gathered had doubts about Adalgiso's right to
claim all credit for the music, they were soon feeling considerably less
slighted as the final piece was unveiled. Alas, a singer does not
necessarily a lyricist make!



Penned by My hand on the 12th of Estar, in the year 311 CE.