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[shadenight123]

Putting the palm to his face Keaky sighed. His life sucked so much. Really, too much. Nobody wanted to trade with him! were did he go wrong?! were!? maybe he could use a bit of rope to hang himself. Refraining however at the moment...
"HEY while i do feel compassion for your rantling songs of doom and sadness and burned kitchen food...can't you understand we might end up ambushed if you keep on the noise? come on! you're killing the horses there!...and i ain't going to buy new ones, you know!...we are all going to die after all, sooner or later"
*sobbing*
"whyyyy were we born on this earth, if death only awaits us!? WH...munch munch munch" *dried meat again.
"how i munch munch wish munch munch to have munch munch...a happy life!" sobbing and crying while eating dried meat.
 

keaky

Spoiler (click to show/hide)

Name: Keaky
Gender: male
Race: deva

Motivation: compassion
Class: trader
Current Mood: hopeful

Attractiveness: 6
on a scale of 1-10
Eyes: hazel
Hair: black
Height: slightly short
Other: very nice clothes

   Competence: 10
on a scale of 1-10

Main Weapon: scimitar

Favourite Sin: Gluttony
Believes In: Nothing
Element: Earth

Sucker for: complete honesty
Annoyed by: obscure lore
Hobby: whittles/carves

Satisfaction with life: 38%
Satisfaction with self: 18%

[lawastooshort]

"Certainly sir! I was one of the co-composers of that magnificent piece!"

Blushing with pleasure at the appreciation of his audience whilst noting Keaky's lament and conjuring up a new song in his mind for later, Kaevan bursts into a rigourous interpretation of the Accordion Corpse classic "Rational Goose" - it's so good coming from this maestro of the genre that it sounds almost like a traditional house-dirge orchestra from the Eastern Marshlands!

"Goooooooooooose!
Rational Goose!
Stop pecking at those seeds
My inner heart it bleeds
Life is meaningless, I picture a noose
Goose goose goose oh Rational Goooooooooose!"

It must truly be a delight for these connoisseurs to hear such a fine tune from one of its originators, Kaevan thinks to himself with pleasure as he plays. He can't remember the last time he was so happy.

Spoiler: Kaevan The Wrathful Pacifist Bard (click to show/hide)

Name: Kaevan
Gender: male
Race: half-elf

Motivation: compassion
Class: bard
Current Mood: musically inspired
Attractiveness: 2
on a scale of 1-10
Eyes: change with surroundings
Hair: blonde
Height: tall
Other: none

   Competence: 4
on a scale of 1-10

Main Weapon: none (bare hands, magic,
mental powers, or pacifist)

Favourite Sin: Wrath
Believes In: Gods
Element: Darkness

Sucker for: the adoration of the masses
Annoyed by: creepy crawly things
Hobby: studies geography

Satisfaction with life: 85%
Satisfaction with self: 45%

((Please someone punch him be nice! Hopefully there'll be some vicious combat soon enough and he'll have to stop, or play something more... bardicly useful. I have a lot of discarded lyrics from my group.))

[DrPoo]

((Dont worry, i got something in my sleeves))

[freeformschooler]

((Lawas, these songs are amazing))

[lawastooshort]

((Thanks! I don't want my constant barding to get oppressive, but sometimes I'm just like a burst sewer pipe of musical awesomeness! Feel free to punch Kaevan when it gets too much ))