{"id":"cchogk","deleted":false,"future_paste":false,"expired":false,"language":"text","created_at":"2025-11-07 01:29:00","expires_at":null,"content":"\/\/\/\/Silenus, at the Stuffed Muff, from hours 11 to 23\r\n\/\/\/First encounter [Bard] \"Enjoy the ambiance.\"\r\nA sort of centaur, but with features more like a goat than a horse, stands near the firepit with a long-neck string instrument that he keeps strumming to add music to his tales, though also fills dead air with humming between stories. He's a young man, likely in his prime, with gentle green eyes that rest half-lidded at all times. The only facial hair he has is a little brown tuft on his chin.\r\n\r\nFinishing his melody, he smiles directly at you and introduces himself, [say:I am Silenus, dear [race], and you are?] In a cordial enough exchange, you note he called you by race, but you're not sure what to call his own. [say:I am half satyr and centaur,] the bard explains. [say:My father was drunk and thought my mother was simply a horse. Love is blind, my friend.]\r\n\/\/after first encounter [Silenus]\r\n\/hour = 11.\r\nSilenus plucks at his small guitar while humming a tune, eyes shut.\r\n\/hour = 12 to 17\r\nSilenus is strumming in tune with a song, telling a tale you can't discern as history or fantasy. All the while, [if (met Leda) {Leda|a little girl with short limbs and a long torso}] is rocking, twisting, and leaping like crazy.\r\n\/hour = 18\r\nSilenus is playing a pleasant, consistent rhythm that is soothing, making you feel more at ease as well, and [if (met Leda) {Leda|a little girl with a long torso and short limbs}] is slung over his back like a wet towel drying on a clothesline.\r\n\/hour > 18\r\nSilenus is pausing from his revelry to drink.\r\n\/merge\r\nAfter a short time, he looks at you with his squinty, relaxed eyes and says, [say:[Name], care for a tune or tale?]\r\n\/*[Tale]*\/ [Appearance] [Stories] [Dancer] [Flirt]\r\n\/\/Tale. \"Hear a tale, tall or true.\" possible concept to have a short poem for various partially real mareth events\r\n\/Random that the player hasn't seen yet, then once all have been seen once, random from the whole pool. Like Telly [Chat] works.\r\n\/\/Appearance\r\nSilenus is a satyrtaur with the top half of a man and four-legged lower body of a goat, standing [if (metric) {180 cm|5'11\"}] tall. His skin has a light tan, and his green eyes stay perpetually half-lidded, giving his smiling, gentle, masculine face an air of peace at all times. The tousled brown hair on his head flows here and there with a healthy volume, but a short length, parted by the backswept horns of his kind, and his facial hair is only a tuft on his chin.\r\n\r\nHis fit and lean body is garbed in a loose drape of burgundy linen slung from one shoulder around his torso, and below that a quadrupedal body of a goat with fur matching his hair, ending in cloven hooves. Metal rings around one of his ankles allows him to make a clinking sound in a rhythm by tapping his hoof. He holds a long-neck, stringed instrument of some kind, similar to a guitar. \/*I imagine people prefer his penis equine, from his mother's side*\/\r\n\/\/Stories \"Where do the stories come from?\"\r\nAs a non-native of Mareth, you can't easily tell history from fiction around here, so you press to learn more of where the bard's ballads originate. He gives a pleasant lilt as it finds the words for you.\r\n\r\n[say:In a tangle of branches and leaves, every eye sees a different silhouette,] Silenus explains in so poetic a manner. [say:Pluck the lessons and the beauty from the mess of misremembered accounts--that's my role.]\r\n\r\nSeemingly anything can happen in this world, leaving you scant few details to identify flourish from fact. The bard does seem sympathetic, however, and suggests, [say:You can't find truth in any one voice, but listen to enough of them, and you'll at least discover the shape of it.]\r\n\/\/Dancer. \"That's one crazy \\\"dance\\\" that girl has.\" disable if neither met Leda nor is she present \"You don't see a dancer.\"\r\n\/hour = 12 to 18\r\nGlancing at the [if (hour=18) {child slumped over his back|panting child awaiting his next song}], you're curious how the pair's \\\"performance\\\" started.\r\n\/else hours (no Leda present)\r\nThinking about Leda and her crazed style of dance, you're interested to know from Silenus's point of view how their whole \\\"performance\\\" started.\r\n\/merge\r\n[say:Little ferret,] he says, reminiscent. [say:But another day as any, strumming and singing. The girl leapt over as if thrown!] Silenus laughs [if (hour = 12 to 17) {and pats the dancer's head beside him|as he recounts it}]. [say:She's a good girl, just dancing to good music!]\r\n\r\nIt seems a little dubious to call it dancing--it looks like flailing. He also didn't tell you much of anything about her.\r\n\r\n[say:Her story is hers to tell. And,] he looks away, trailing off, [say:I don't really know much about her or her little brother. Need I? She expresses her spirit and the energy is contagious, that's the soul of dancer!] He stomps his hoof for emphasis, clinking the rings around his ankle.\r\n\/\/Flirt. \"What bards are known for.\" Disabled 12 to 18 \"He doesn't seem apt to spare that much time.\""}