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Message: <blockquote data-quote="Braunusvald" data-source="post: 1474932" data-attributes="member: 17444">The adding of a bard to misfortunesTo the amazement of all, I Aldare a simple bard of Jalston have been thrust from a peaceful live of busking and singing for my sup. To the life of monster slaying!             To the quick of the story.      Two brief day past, A happy singer of tales (myself) was traveling Jalston's market as was my want, hoping to earn my days meals and perchance, sharpen my wit with a jest or two. When Dame Fate gave me a sharp nudge to my jollys in the form of a beggered gnome, fleeing the loud cry of "thief". My lyric morning was cut short, as I pulled forth my blade to rudely stop his light fingered shopping. In thier good graces, the watch quickly came to arrest the short smelly villian, and a partner of the victemized merchant was close at hand to indentify his goods. The matter was soon resolved, and the scondrel was removed to the "pits"    Always looking to increase the number of sites to display my talents, I interduced myself to the merchants, and in return learned those kind masters' names, Simon Merchant and Devotee Cyril (A true follower of Toeffrun).I offered to help display their wares to the best effect, using song and measured calls, helped to clear a small sum of the potions that they stocked.     Being well graced, the two worthys invited myself and a tacture elf named Voland (whom they had briefly hired to act as guard ), to join with them at evening meal. The elf and I left first and the other to follow later, for the pleasant confines of the Whistlers Wet, a noted dwarven public house.      Seeing as the other had yet to arrived, I chose to pass the time doing what I had set of that moring to do, earn moneys for my meal. I joined a flute player that I've had occasion to join before, and between the two of us we earned egough to pay for a dozen fair meals (that alone should have warned me of thing to come). Simon and Cyril soon arrived and we all ordered and stout meal <img src="https://cdn.jsdelivr.net/joypixels/assets/8.0/png/unicode/64/1f609.png" class="smilie smilie--emoji" loading="lazy" width="64" height="64" alt=";)" title="Wink    ;)"  data-smilie="2"data-shortname=";)" /> from are dwarven hosts.      To my amazement, They also brought the gnome with them! He had been marked by the guard with a thieves mark, and they had payed his fine to suffer his indentiture. I guess they had need of a groveling wretch.     My humor for the evening was watching Voland (in his naive way) trying to pump the bar keep for worthy quests for his bow. The only thing he almost learned, was the rude meaning of dwarven brotherhood ( nudge nudge wink wink). I also aided the local fisherfolk by singing a round of the "Jolly fisher's net" in memorial to a trio of slain youths.      When we got ready to leave it came to my attention That our (??) grouphad been committed to looking into a farmers' lost dairy cow problem!??I was still wondering how I had been included when a hour or so good walk lead us to the farmer's gate. Goodman Gonez explained that two or three cow had been taken over the course of several nights, with no help being forcoming from the watch he asked for our help.      In military order a watch was set up in the front of the barn and in the loft above. I chose to remain above where I felt that I could help best.      I was woken after the middle of night, to the sight of bugs the size of a oastlers cart. I can't say that the thrill of battle ran thru me. Infact all I can say about the battle is that I used my sling (poorly), and that alot of arrows were used by Voland to good accounting. Simon was gravely injured and healed by Cyril, and two of the magical beasts were slain ( a third ran back underground).       Voland in his youthful rash behavior, ran off to tell the farmer that his problems were over!(???) He returned with a small box loaded with copper and silver, and a big smile on his face. I sadly had to explained to the sapling that we could NOT take all of the farmer's savings for an unfinished job.And that we should see that the watch would take care of the last of the vermin. To my surprise, the group wanted all of the money and to face to horde of bugs down the hole! I begged to at least talk to the watch and think about better supplies, before trying to be eaten.     The party ( there I've said it, PARTY an adventuring group SIGH!!!)agreed to only taken a gold worth of reward per person AND go talk to the watch. My illusions about civic duty were shattered by the weak little man at the post, so we agreed that we would take care of the remaining problem.     We returned to town to get better gear and finish any left over things. We soon returned to the scene of the crime, and entered the beasts lair. To my great surprise only one bug remained, and only fighting I did was to use my music to bolster the others.     So, all of my dreams to live a soft life , and play for the noblity are crushed. But all things said, in my heart of hearts, I LOVED IT! So with song and blade it begins.</blockquote>

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