Ulrich- They were in a casket that was unlocked by placing symbols related to us in the order of our births. Apparently part of some ancient prophecy about saving the world.
Ulrich- I was a bit preoccupied at the time, don't think I could do it justice now. Perhaps if I get the chance I'll get the whole thing down another time.
Ulrich tapped the journal in which he had written down almost everything that happened and sketched everything the seemed important.
Ulrich- Though speaking of... would your patrons happen to need some entertainment? I've got a couple of new pieces I'd like to try out.
Mirielle - "It's pretty much catch as catch can around here for bards. You don't need to sign up or anything to perform, just go out there and do it whenever you like."
Ulrich strode out amongst the gathered people in the King and found himself a likely looking spot to perform. As he approached the spot he performed an eye drawing flourish with his feet before perching himself on a stool near the wall.
He ran through a scale on his harmonica and then began telling the tragic ballad of an elf who went to war for a woman named Gwendolyn. Between each verse he played an accompaniment on his mouth organ that set the tone for the next verse. The piece eventually ended on a rather somber note, with the death of the brave elf in battle and the lady Gwendolyn taking her own life in sorrow.
Ulrich drew the final few notes of this out as long as his breath would let him... transitioning into a decidedly more up tempo number. In battle this performance piece had driven Snake to fight the eldritch chimera without thought for his own safety, Ulrich had the feeling its forceful, driving melodies would make a nice contrast to the baleful ending of the piece before it.
**A tall, thin nadrask entered, taking a table near the door.**
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Sing lustily and with good courage.
Be aware of singing as if you were half dead,
or half asleep:
but lift your voice with strength.
Be no more afraid of your voice now,
nor more ashamed of its being heard,
than when you sang the songs of Satan.
A tall man with wolf ears and tail, a hairy chest, and a fantastic mask entered the King of Adventure. He asked for some food to be brought to him when it was ready. He sat down at the same table across from the Nadrask.
**Vent, who was playing with his knife, raised an eyebrow at the man's appearance.**
Vent - "What's with the mask?"
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Sing lustily and with good courage.
Be aware of singing as if you were half dead,
or half asleep:
but lift your voice with strength.
Be no more afraid of your voice now,
nor more ashamed of its being heard,
than when you sang the songs of Satan.
Vent - "That's what they all say. Get anything else there?"
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Sing lustily and with good courage.
Be aware of singing as if you were half dead,
or half asleep:
but lift your voice with strength.
Be no more afraid of your voice now,
nor more ashamed of its being heard,
than when you sang the songs of Satan.
Sing lustily and with good courage.
Be aware of singing as if you were half dead,
or half asleep:
but lift your voice with strength.
Be no more afraid of your voice now,
nor more ashamed of its being heard,
than when you sang the songs of Satan.
Ulrich- That's also where I got this thing.
Ulrich tapped the journal in which he had written down almost everything that happened and sketched everything the seemed important.
Ulrich- Though speaking of... would your patrons happen to need some entertainment? I've got a couple of new pieces I'd like to try out.
Mirielle - "It's pretty much catch as catch can around here for bards. You don't need to sign up or anything to perform, just go out there and do it whenever you like."
Ulrich strode out amongst the gathered people in the King and found himself a likely looking spot to perform. As he approached the spot he performed an eye drawing flourish with his feet before perching himself on a stool near the wall.
He ran through a scale on his harmonica and then began telling the tragic ballad of an elf who went to war for a woman named Gwendolyn. Between each verse he played an accompaniment on his mouth organ that set the tone for the next verse. The piece eventually ended on a rather somber note, with the death of the brave elf in battle and the lady Gwendolyn taking her own life in sorrow.
Ulrich drew the final few notes of this out as long as his breath would let him... transitioning into a decidedly more up tempo number. In battle this performance piece had driven Snake to fight the eldritch chimera without thought for his own safety, Ulrich had the feeling its forceful, driving melodies would make a nice contrast to the baleful ending of the piece before it.
Be aware of singing as if you were half dead,
or half asleep:
but lift your voice with strength.
Be no more afraid of your voice now,
nor more ashamed of its being heard,
than when you sang the songs of Satan.
Come on and check it out. You know you want to.
Vent - "What's with the mask?"
Be aware of singing as if you were half dead,
or half asleep:
but lift your voice with strength.
Be no more afraid of your voice now,
nor more ashamed of its being heard,
than when you sang the songs of Satan.
Come on and check it out. You know you want to.
Be aware of singing as if you were half dead,
or half asleep:
but lift your voice with strength.
Be no more afraid of your voice now,
nor more ashamed of its being heard,
than when you sang the songs of Satan.
Heulen took out the Eldritch Fang to show the man.
Come on and check it out. You know you want to.
Vent - "What's it good for? Carving? Imbuing?"
Be aware of singing as if you were half dead,
or half asleep:
but lift your voice with strength.
Be no more afraid of your voice now,
nor more ashamed of its being heard,
than when you sang the songs of Satan.
Come on and check it out. You know you want to.