D&D: Male Human Bard
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| - | You've a talent for stories, a lute with a twang, and a flair for fashion. You bare a greater reputation with every passing morning, and your name is quite easily on most everyone's lips as a possible new star for the stage | + | You've a talent for stories, a lute with a twang, and a flair for fashion. You bare a greater reputation with every passing morning, and your name is quite easily on most everyone's lips as a possible new star for the stage, or a troublesome merrymaker |
| - | Your story begins in the | + | Your story begins in the tavern, where you last performed. The people adored you and the innkeeper gave you a free night in one of his rooms, though you realize full well it is simply because you earned him enough for a week worth of nights, at least he was considerate enough to realize who to thank for it. Stretching your legs, stepping out of the woolen blanket, you look over the generic room, with a window to the streets below, a locked chest of your belongings to which you hold the key, and a simple end table holding a candle that has already burned itself out. |
[[D&D: I'm a merry man, I'll sing out the window for all to see]] | [[D&D: I'm a merry man, I'll sing out the window for all to see]] | ||
Current revision as of 03:53, 19 February 2018
You've a talent for stories, a lute with a twang, and a flair for fashion. You bare a greater reputation with every passing morning, and your name is quite easily on most everyone's lips as a possible new star for the stage, or a troublesome merrymaker
Your story begins in the tavern, where you last performed. The people adored you and the innkeeper gave you a free night in one of his rooms, though you realize full well it is simply because you earned him enough for a week worth of nights, at least he was considerate enough to realize who to thank for it. Stretching your legs, stepping out of the woolen blanket, you look over the generic room, with a window to the streets below, a locked chest of your belongings to which you hold the key, and a simple end table holding a candle that has already burned itself out.
D&D: I'm a merry man, I'll sing out the window for all to see
D&D: Get dressed, grab your lute, and head down to the floor below
