Jolene
Backstory
Appearing one day in the Last Rest with a ready smile and a song always on her lips, few think to question what brought the wandering bard so far from her home in the west. Her easy spirit is infectious and she can just as easily soothe tempers with her words as her magic. Her outward gentleness belies a quiet strength. Quick to laugh and feet never far from dancing, she moves through the cold world like a breath of spring. When the sun catches her dark hair, it shines as though hiding secrets within. She has used her talents during the war to bolster the minds and bodies of those fighting the dark forces encroaching upon the Free Peoples. When she heard of the recruitment for the Eastmarch, she jumped at the chance to enlist. Not much of a fighter, she hopes to find ways to make herself useful in the reclamation effort.
Jolene's walking song
Home is a place where the heart can rest
Where worries pass like falling rain
When weary feet march o’er the crest
To bring us safe to the valley ‘gain
Neither grit nor mud can soil our song
That leaps from the wellspring of cheer
With voices raised as we march ‘long
We feel not sorrow and have no fear
The dark and cold of the deepest night
Can’t shake us from the hope we seek
To find our place; to make all right
Land for the lost ‘neath the mountains peak
Out on the range where saurian roam
We follow paths their feet have tread
Here is the place that we’ll call home
In Recompense we will make our bed
Home is a place where the heart can rest
Where worries pass like falling rain
When weary feet march o’er the crest
To bring us safe to the valley ‘gain
Jolene's devil song
Folk say dreams are augury
Of a future yet untold
Folks ain’t see what comes for me
When the dark takes hold
When I close my eyes to rest
The wicked come to play
Dance the night upon my chest
Until the break of day
Their smiles sweet like honey
Fangs behind a veil
Ravishing in agony
The ones beyond the pale
Have you ever seen the beauty
Of imminent demise?
The hunting wolf’s nobility
As it claims its prize
The claws sink into my skin
Soft as love’s embrace
Fill my blood with poison
Death that leaves no trace
Have you called your killer “lover”,
Whispered in their ear?
Been your nightmare’s paramour
The one they hold most dear?
Don’t call dreams premonition
For every night I pray
And hope my heart’s contrition
Can keep the dark at bay
Children
