My new bard is an orphan who grew up with a performing group:
The Boisterous Band of Bryer-Wood Barnstormers.
"We are a prodigiously patchworked party of principled and praiseworthy players whose performances are far more powerful than our pastorally piquant perfume."
Thoughts?
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@FernLovebond Unfortunately, I am no longer with them.
We passed into a town where the local lord's approval had dipped (due mostly to lavish lifestyle while his people were heavily taxed for this).
The baron asked for so "lively entertainment" to cheer up the people. so I made a song for him.
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Now the baron's spies follow my old troupe hoping I'll show up...
I hate all those square-eared music critics!
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"Your lady's 'largess' I truly commend.
But her 'asset' make all the chairs bend.
Though she is mated to a horses-ass.
She's your opposite - it's clear as glass.
That mule-face will fit for the other end."
"Oh, Baron dung-breath.
Baron dung-breath
Please step back
Your air reeks of death"