Turn 2
(Hell yes, two turns in one day.)
Taricus
TAKE THE JOB!
[5] You frantically dash around, occasionally stopping to ask for directions. After a few minutes you find the old worn out tavern, it seems that not all of Winterdales taverns are top notch. As you enter the inn you notice how empty it is, there's a man drinking in the corner and the inkeeper looks up at you. "So are yeh a bard?", you nod. "Good, yer the first one 'ere. So yeh get the job. You get 4 gold a performance, and a room down in the basement along with a meal every day."
IronyOwl
Find a tavern that is (relatively) low on bards. Begin singing for coin.
[4] You find a fairly good tavern nearby, luckily the owner was in need of a bard for the late hours. He agree's to give you 5 gold a performance along with a meal, you'll have some time to look around some more before you can start.
Firelordsky
Spread the religion of Maeave.
[4] You begin to preach the visions of the Maeave, although most passerby believe you are simply insane a man with a sun tatoo smiles and nods at you.
Dwarmin
Talagra finds a street corner, lays out her money cup and begins weaving a tale to entrance passers by...it's an old one, but a very sad one she got from an Elf long ago...it was sort of shameful to translate it from High Elven into common-it lost much of it's charm that way.
*begin refrain-a quick tempo, a little hopeful...but very sad, almost like a funeral dirge. It catches the ear. *
~Oh Laranda, Laranda...~
*three low blasts from her flute*
~A bitter Winter, falls upon thee...~
*three low blasts from her flute*
~The enemy has come...his numbers, like the sea...waves of spears...a storm of blades...falling upon poor Laranda...~
*A high-low-high-low blast, followed by very low note.*
~Oh Laranda, Laranda...~
*three low blasts from her flute*
~Ho, Brave Elves...we nocked our bows...sharpened our knives...every man o' maiden, behelmed...~
*three low blasts from her flute*
~We laughed at despair...and then we would perish without hope...for this is the tale...of the Fall of Laranda...~
*A high-low-high-low blast, followed by very low note.*
~Do not toss me, my lover, to the sea of despair...let us now, remember Laranda...remember those who fell...~.
*begin refrain, until the next verse...*
[6] During the song a large crowd gathers around you, and after the song the crowd cheers and some throw coins your way. A Forest Elf smiles and nods at you, and hands you a bag of coins. Afterwards you count your earnings and see that you have made 30 gold pieces!
Sinpwn
The dwarf smiles and pockets his money. He heads off to buy a new lute. As the story goes, his old one was lost on his way here in a fight with a Demon and his three dozen Hellhounds.
[4] You manage to find a lute in somewhat decent condition, [3] and the price is high but reasonable. You end up paying 10 gold pieces for the lute, you walk away from the merchant a bit frusterated that most of your money is now gone.
BunnyBob77
I'll try to busk for some monies. I'll try near the tavern, maybe the drunks will be more willing to part with their coins.
[1] Unfortunately the drunks don't seem to like your busking either, one of them throws a bottle at you [5] and you narrowly dodge it! You walk away from the tavern humiliated.
Player Status
Sinpwn
Name: Conchobar
Gender: Male
Race:Ice Dwarf
Age:35 in human years.
Major Skill: Ballad of fear
Minor Skill: Powerful Voice, Novice spellcaster
Bio: A dwarf hailing from the top of the world, he has spent his life collecting magic, old and new. He has a unique brand of music, using the style of the epics of his people, overlaid with shrill, powerful, magically induced tones. His music has become extremely popular in his homeland, so he has used his money to journey to Winterdale. He comes in search of magical knowledge and to show these people music the likes of which they have never heard.
Inventory: Bard's Clothing, Flute, 5 Gold Pieces, Decent Lute.
Contacts: Nobody
Taricus
Name: Ephrae
Race: Human
Gender: Female
Age: 24
Major Skill: Alluring Features
Minor Skill: Bronze Tongued, Concealment
Bio: Ephrae used to be a bard for her town. Until someonee commented on her looks, then the place went up in flames. Ephrae is a definite pyromaniac, though do make ure you make it clear that when you say hot around her, it isn't about her...
Inventory: Bard's Clothing, Lute.
Contacts: Nobody
Dwarmin
Name: Talagra 'Shortshanks'
Race: Half-Ogre Human!
Gender: Female
Instrument: Flute
Age: 27
Major Skill: Treasure Hunter
Minor Skill: Cave Dweller, Somewhat Good Looking
Bio: Talagra started playing her jade flute as soon as she lifted it from the adventurer she killed to get it. Finding she was a natural-her underdwelling tribe has excellent lung capacity, anyway-she took off from her village in search of an audience...she's fond of searching ancient places, and recreating stories from the places she explores. Talagra probably has some Ogre in her, but it actually enhances her mystique...to certain people!
Inventory: Bard's Clothing, Flute, 30 Gold Pieces.
Contacts: Historian
Firelordsky
Name: Marrow
Gender: Male
Race: Orc
Age:27
Major: Fey Vision
Minor: Bronze Tongued,Bilingual, Kobold Language.
Bio: He was once a barkeep at a tavern, but he suddenly got visions and strange dreams and urges to become a bard and spread the word about Maeave.
Inventory: Bard's Clothing, Flute.
Contacts: Nobody.
Bunnybob77
Name: Grisnakh
Gender:male
Race:Goblin
Age: 32
Major:Devastating uppercut
Minor:Concealment and Cave dweller
Bio: Grisnakh was your average goblin, sneaking around the caves, although he was exceptionally good at concealment, except one day. He decided to come out the goblin-caves and see the world. Eventually, he decided to become a bard. He may not be the prettiest or the one with the nicest voice, but he figured it would give him the outlet he needed to travel around and get money, treasure, and fame, possibly killing a few annoying people along the way.
Inventory: Bard's Clothing, Harp.
Contacts: Nobody.
IronyOwl
Name: Sillius Sarcillius
Gender: Very male
Age: 19
Major Skill: Alluring Features (Alluring)
Minor Skill: Powerful Voice (Battle Song), Bilingual (Wind Speaker), Elven Language.
Bio: Sillius is the son of a hero and a barmaid, and the former often visited him while making the rounds of all his children. He'd bring gifts (usually manly ones, like wooden swords), stories (usually even manlier ones, like how he challenged a dragon to an arm-wrestling contest), and encouragement to grow up and become a true (very manly) champion. Sillius is proud to do just that, and while he may be somewhat more talk than action, there's little doubt that he at least looks and sounds like a bold, daring, courageous hero. His cleft chin and impressive physique help quite a bit with that, but he's clearly got charisma to spare besides. This has gotten him in trouble on more than one occasion, however; he was "captured" not long ago, and managed to pick up the local language in the process before escaping.
Inventory: Bard's Clothing, Lute.
Contacts: Nobody
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