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*A ranger walks up to the stage and watches the performance. Despite the lack of fellow actors, he finds the entertainment to be quite enjoyable.
He claps as the performance ends.*
Bravo, good bard!
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“You seem a decent fellow. I hate to kill you.” The bard says while spinning on his heels towards you and pointing his rapier. Although you can notice he winks at you.
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*I leap backwards and place my right hand behind my back as I draw a sword with my left hand.* "You seem like a decent fellow, I'd hate to die."
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The wood elf slowly circles you with weapon drawn before carfully placing his sword down. “Now I like you good sir” he says.
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*I bring my sword in front of my face then down to sheath it.* "Likewise, good sir. In that we are equals then! Where did you learn you bardcraft?"
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“Theaters all over the lands. Ever since I was a young boy I felt related and comfortable with the arts. I hath learne all over. Hath you any request?”
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"It is best to learn one's trade as you go about your life, and better still if it is what you love to do best. I would inquire, good bard, if you know any Hamlet?"
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“Let me see.” He says digging in his bag of props until he produces a skull with a jester hat on it. You notice the hat has a little tag labled E.B. “Alas, poor Yorick! I knew him, Horatio, a fellow of infinite jest, of most excellent fancy. He hath borne me on his back a thousand times, and now, how abhorred in my imagination it is! My gorge rises at it. Here hung those lips that I have kissed I know not how oft. —Where be your gibes now? Your gambols? Your songs? Your flashes of merriment that were wont to set the table on a roar? Not one now to mock your own grinning? Quite chapfallen? Now get you to my lady’s chamber and tell her, let her paint an inch thick, to this favor she must come. Make her laugh at that.—Prithee, Horatio, tell me one thing.”
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"What's that, my lord?" I say as I look on at the skull, and ever and anon upon the ground as if at some unseen grave.*
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“That was fun good sir. Any other request? Also I am now hiring and even do birthday parties.”
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"Very good...very good indeed..." *Rubs chin thoughtfully.* "Hiring you say? In what ways?"
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“Well I am a preformer or I wish to be. I can preform for events or longer periods of time. Now to mention I haven’t the most equipment or expertise in combat.”
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"It sounds like you can take care of yourself. I have need of a companion, I could take you on as a travelling partner, where you can see many things and hopefully retell many stories."
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The bard thinks anout your offer while stroking his chin. “So like a wandering minstrel and camera man. Here to record your actions and play you songs?”
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"Quite similar, yes. What day you, friend?"
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“Well I could use something to do. The job sounds more interesting than sitting on this street corner acting for others who don’t tip or accept my services. I say yes.”
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"Excellent, my good man! Soon both your songs and your name will be more widely known, as will my own. Then shall your performances draw out crowds from all over"
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The bard doesn’t know how to feel. He is way to exited to really react. “Cool....” he says still not fully done contemplating. Then he smiles. “Awesome. Now I completely accept. Our adventures shall be fun.”
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"Yes they shall, my bardic friend. Yes they shall. As soon as you have your belongings, we can be off, and then who knows what may happen."
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The wood elf sheaths up his sword and picks up his lute. He then reaches into his bag and grabs a sign that is lables [b]Free Stage.[/b]. He then proceeds to close his bag and pick it up. “All my belongings are here. I cannot carry the stage so we might as well give it to those in need.”
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"Good point. Perhaps someone can find a use for it. Well then, let us be off! To adventure and the unknown."
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“Adventure and glory awaits for us to find my lord. Where are we heading? What doth we see in the horizons? Who knows!” The bard says. He begins playing a tune on his lute,
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"No idea! And that's the best part, anything whatsoever may happen." Exits stage while walking in time with the sound of the lute.
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“Perfect.” The bard mumbles before backtracking onto the stage. “And so our adventures began. Rhe start of a truely wonderful story directed by yours truly. But I guess you have to wait and see to find out.” He says with a wink to the audince before continuing his tune while running to catch up with RingLeader77.
