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Message: <blockquote data-quote="Aria" data-source="post: 469251" data-attributes="member: 8803">The Bard's noteThe Bard’s Note           So me and George are heading out of Waterbreak and we both decide it’s best to keep moving cuz those goofs in the Church of the Small are lunatics, small-minded one’s (heh) but lunatics nevertheless. So we pass a man and his child on the road and we chat a bit, with me asking where the next nice town is. The man, Daniel and his son Seltzer, are just heading back to their farms just a little ways off and decide to take a break since it’s still a ways off. I entertain the young lad with some sleight of hand and small time magic show which brings us all some genuine mirth. Youngsters always seem to like my “toothpick men” show (I manipulate toothpicks into a pseudo puppet show with my prestidigitation spell). Anyways, they tell me the Free City of Selmar, used to be New Selmar or some such (city state names, city state games). Anyways, I thank them and they point me in the direction of Selmar and George and me continue on our way.            Well, I suppose since you are reading this, maybe some introduction is in order. My name is Aria (my chosen elf name) Kiirson Windsong, as vocalized in the common tongue. George, my companion is a female capuchin monkey, my friend and my familiar. I am a bard by profession (note by Joe: not the standard 3ed bard but one using the alternative bard rules found in Eldritch Might II by Monte Cook). I also have a level of mage that I took on because of Father but that’s another story maybe we’ll get to some other time. Anyway, George and I have been traveling on the road a while and this new town sounded interesting since I had left the port city of Waterbreak just a few days back. It was late summer and I knew it would take about a month to get there, times for me to talk to others on the way and find out about any happenings that might be taking place. Over the next month or so, no serious misadventures occurred although there was the one orc tried to con me and who I ended up taking out man to man, I didn’t even waste any spells in the process (stupid orcs, think all it takes is a great deal of strength and they can just walk over anybody. Well, I can tell you, there is one less orc thinking that way now…)            When George and me get into Selmar, apparently some local hubbub is taking place, with some sort of elections taking place between one of the local heroes and some hardcore politico. I had a day or so before the election took place so I figured I’d run and get some votes for the hero, who actually turned out to be a heroine named Kisty something or other. I just colored her with that working class hero bit and convinced a few people she was their “man”. Turned out she won even with me mucking things up, course nobody’ll ever know, I’m not saying anything. Found out where the local bar was where all the celebrating was taking place and went over to see what might turn up. Talking to people on the way seems she was in with a bunch that had opened up some trade routes and helped the city grow a bit. So it seems as maybe I helped the right bunch into political spoils. Course there was the usual winner’s mumbo jumbo about doing the right thing and thanking everyone for their faith and support. One of the hero’s near Kisty was an elf named Nigel who spent the night making patterns in the ceiling with his arrows (he did seem to have a pretty good knack for it). Another was a local wizard by the name of Zalman, who ran the local mage academy, (Although the student I talked to thought he was an arrogant, pretentious bastard; he wouldn’t take me up on my offer to be the go-between to help explore his feelings with the white-haired one, heh). Another old codger I talked to said he was surprised to see a monk by the name of Amblin there. People hereabouts were convinced for lo so many years that he had gone the way of legend into history. The woman he was schmoozing with apparently had suffered some ill will due to her claims of having been with Amblin before giving birth to a child she claimed was his. Of course, people were convinced she was just trying to do some gold digging and salvaging of her reputation. The story I was hearing is that apparently she had been telling the truth all along. Too bad humans spend so much time tearing each other down; elves would never let a situation go on that long ‘specially when magic can get the job done; by Larethian, elves fall all over themselves just to cast a spell even when there’s no purpose to it. There was also this big thug of a warrior that carried a bit of mystery about him; I couldn’t get much on him. His name was Amill and he apparently possessed mental talents that enhanced his combat prowess and stuff but like I said, nobody talked much about him although he was obviously with this group.            I started hearing a raucous dwarf in the back complaining about a dwarf named Rurik that had also belonged to this bunch. By the envious tone in his voice, I gathered that apparently Rurik had been a key element in getting trade opened up and rescuing some? Dwarves? from some ruin named Kladish, it didn’t make much sense as there was some talk about Minotaurs that didn’t jibe with what I knew about dwarves and Minotaurs. Apparently Rurik had perished while exploring some cavern or something, (once again I had trouble with the dwarf’s speech as he kept mixing in dwarven words with his speech. (I’ve been working on getting that language down but I still need some more time with it, Didn't help that the dwarf was consuming vast quantities of ale, beer and whatever else showed up in front of him). Anyway, this drunk dwarf(he would probably say not), who went by the name of Uber, kept lambasting Rurik without mercy, “Rurik this, Rurik that, please, that POS bastard, half the clan could’ve done a better job and done it without dying. How does he get made a hero when a faithful son of the clan like me gets no recognition and I’m twice the dwarf Rurik was.” I have to admit he was right, twice the dwarf indeed.  There was also a fellow by the name of Bommer that was with this group, but he was quiet and kept to himself, in a roguish sort of way.            Anyways, even with all the carrying on and celebration; apparently there were some other troubles picking up near my present locale. And for me that’s where this story really starts for me… </blockquote>

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