Music filled the large tavern that had a chamber sized recreational room for events. Not a single soul was even a hint of sober as the Bard kept playing his music. His voice carried over in the chamber accompanied by all the patrons who knew the songs he performed. Alone on the stage he performed popular favorites such as Pretty Damsel and the Wizard, Good Chance, Violent School, That Fair Succubus, and his least favorite Pinch That. He knew a lot of songs and how to play them on the Lute, Mandolin, and Rebec. On occasions he would play some on the Shawn or Flute. Due to his music the gathered audience was in an uproar of excitement. Some ran around either half naked or full nude drawing some attention. Alcohol was splashed around and spilled. Scores of drunks tried dancing others made the attempts to sing. To his dismay a brawl broke out at the entrance.
"People! People please calm yourselves! I cannot perform while you-" a bottle flew towards him as the audience soon plunged into a quick fight that ended the moment a pistol was discharged into the ceiling.
In the far corner of the great tavern leaned a rogue looking figure holding a guitar. She wore the long duster of a rogue, and a bard's outfit underneath. Her weapons leaned against the wall next to her and her travel bags. Everyone in the room turned their attention on the female bard who began singing a tune. Her voice captivated everyone with patriotism. Feeling inspired he began playing it on his trusty Mandolin. It drew attention to him with an uproar of approval. Both bards sang the patriotic song of their beloved republic. Before he knew it the whole tavern sang this patriotic song even if their land was divided by different states. As he played the song of Drasdal United he realized there was an encampment of invaders not too far away. Among these invaders were off worlders and their servants of war. Patriotism filled the atmosphere of the tavern as flags and colors of the flag were waved around. While he sang he felt in his gut the urge to drive the invaders back. By the time he was finished performing this Bard could not hold it in any longer. With the whole tavern under his spell, and control he shouted.
"GO FORTH MY PATRIOTS AND FREE US OF THOSE INVADERS!" his voice stirred a sudden anger and patriotism. In a stampeded 256 patrons rushed out of the tavern armed with pistols, daggers, knives, broken chair legs, clubs, and tools. They disappeared into the night towards the border with the invaders. Shrugging his shoulders he went straight to bed not caring about the outcome. During the night he thought he heard shooting in the distance. He took it for noise that happened in his dreams. All his focus was sleep and performing in the next settlement the following night. Such thoughts and dreams made him oblivious to the present and current surroundings. All he could dream about was the amount of money he would be making in the next settlement. Keeping note of other bards he planned to reach this settlement before his colleague.
The oblivious, money craving bard was kicked awake by an angry boot. Stirred from his sleep the bard twirled around ready to hit whoever it was. His eyes wide open he saw the other Bard catch him before he hit her. Her facial expression was that of anger, distrust, and accusation. Something about her face said he was sverxed.
"What did I do?" he asked bluntly, rubbing one eye.
"You idiot! An army is on its way and it is all your fault! That drunk crowd attacked an invasion encampment! In their drunken state all of them were massacred!" She yelled at him.
"Did they win?" He asked.
"The invaders won whatever you crafted with your Mandolin!" She hissed through her teeth. "Get up, eat some breakfast and let's be on our way. Get going!"
"People! People please calm yourselves! I cannot perform while you-" a bottle flew towards him as the audience soon plunged into a quick fight that ended the moment a pistol was discharged into the ceiling.
In the far corner of the great tavern leaned a rogue looking figure holding a guitar. She wore the long duster of a rogue, and a bard's outfit underneath. Her weapons leaned against the wall next to her and her travel bags. Everyone in the room turned their attention on the female bard who began singing a tune. Her voice captivated everyone with patriotism. Feeling inspired he began playing it on his trusty Mandolin. It drew attention to him with an uproar of approval. Both bards sang the patriotic song of their beloved republic. Before he knew it the whole tavern sang this patriotic song even if their land was divided by different states. As he played the song of Drasdal United he realized there was an encampment of invaders not too far away. Among these invaders were off worlders and their servants of war. Patriotism filled the atmosphere of the tavern as flags and colors of the flag were waved around. While he sang he felt in his gut the urge to drive the invaders back. By the time he was finished performing this Bard could not hold it in any longer. With the whole tavern under his spell, and control he shouted.
"GO FORTH MY PATRIOTS AND FREE US OF THOSE INVADERS!" his voice stirred a sudden anger and patriotism. In a stampeded 256 patrons rushed out of the tavern armed with pistols, daggers, knives, broken chair legs, clubs, and tools. They disappeared into the night towards the border with the invaders. Shrugging his shoulders he went straight to bed not caring about the outcome. During the night he thought he heard shooting in the distance. He took it for noise that happened in his dreams. All his focus was sleep and performing in the next settlement the following night. Such thoughts and dreams made him oblivious to the present and current surroundings. All he could dream about was the amount of money he would be making in the next settlement. Keeping note of other bards he planned to reach this settlement before his colleague.
The oblivious, money craving bard was kicked awake by an angry boot. Stirred from his sleep the bard twirled around ready to hit whoever it was. His eyes wide open he saw the other Bard catch him before he hit her. Her facial expression was that of anger, distrust, and accusation. Something about her face said he was sverxed.
"What did I do?" he asked bluntly, rubbing one eye.
"You idiot! An army is on its way and it is all your fault! That drunk crowd attacked an invasion encampment! In their drunken state all of them were massacred!" She yelled at him.
"Did they win?" He asked.
"The invaders won whatever you crafted with your Mandolin!" She hissed through her teeth. "Get up, eat some breakfast and let's be on our way. Get going!"
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