The Changeling Entertainer

a black and white painting of a knight holding a sword in a dark room . ALT: a black and white painting of a knight holding a sword in a dark room .

IN WAR, VICTORY
IN PEACE, VIGILANCE
IN DEATH, SACRIFICE

The bard stopped for a moment to look around the clearing of the hut. They shrugged. There didn’t seem to be anyone about, or any security measures to zap, fry, or entangle him. The only thing left to do was to step up to the door and knock.

“Hello? Is anyone in?”

“Hello?” They called out, still walking in the direction of the smoke.

“Is someone here? I certainly hope nothing that isn’t supposed to be on fire is on fire…“

That couldn’t be, the general vibe of the forest and the fauna within was too calm.

They reached out to put a hand on each shoulder.

“Right in front of you! I just thought it best to- er… make myself scarce with that fellow around. How far away is the town?”

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⠀ ⠀⠀ ⠀⠀ ⠀-ˋˏ 𝓕𝗅𝗈𝗐𝖾𝗋 𝗌𝗁𝗈𝗉 ˎˊ-

⠀⠀ ⠀ flxwershop.carrd.co

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>> joined the fray, slinging their lute around their shoulders to shred out, a thunderwave spell. It blasted several goblins into the air, flying towards her.

“Hey! Catch!”

>> and having the time of her life. Her axe ran through them like a hot knife through butter.

“Ahem. Pardon me?” he said, as the carnage continued. The goblins ignored him as they flung themselves at her to avenge their fallen brothers.

“So that’s how it is, eh?” They shrugged and>>

[ 8 - Lost ]

with @travelingwarrior.bsky.social

Lost in the woods, sure he had been headed the right way to town for about half an hour, the bard heard a kerfuffle and decided it may be a good way to ask for directions. They happened upon a grisly scene; an orc, surrounded by a mob of goblins>>

This garden gnome and I are about to have words, his pointy cap and shifty eyes always judging me.

༚༅༚˳✿˳༚༅༚pink.❥༚༅༚˳✿˳༚༅༚
┏━°⌜ 赤い糸 ⌟°━┓

˗ˏˋ Lightning ┊ 21+ ┊ Capricorn. ˎˊ˗

❈•≫────≪•◦ ❈ ◦•≫────≪•❈

˗ˏˋ Hard Working.┊Passionate.┊Organized. ˎˊ˗

┗━°⌜ 赤い糸 ⌟°━┛

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“Quick of Feet and Quick of Thinking. That’s how you get by as a Merc.”

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Locke has heard no such talk, but they /have/ been traveling all day. Eugh.

Perhaps that plume of smoke is an inn or a tavern he can stay the night in. His gig isn’t for 2 more days anyway… they changed course to go towards it.

>>collided with the mage and went down. A head popped up from mess of black and navy cloak.

“Oh!! Terribly sorry, I had no chance of seeing you there at all!”

Locke happened to be paying less attention. They were in the zone, as they called it, letting their mind wander to the wonder of the Fey realm as he closed his eyes or looked to the sky.

[🎲 2+5 Dexterity Save ]

“Oh da-“ they half-swore, scattering playing cards like an injured hedgehog as they>>

Thank goodness, she hasn’t asked /why/ I was in Enbarr . . .

“I’ll say, he looked half ready to kill someone before you opened that pretty mouth of yours. Stern fellow. I’d hate to be his daughter.” They winked, forgetting they were still invisible.

“Still, perhaps there’s a tavern in the castle town. Some less disruptive venue to play.”

>> “Hey, that went better than I thought it might go.”

As kind as it was, Locke has already an incantation to turn invisible as she’s turned around.

“Yes, well…” Seteth said and nodded, “good to keep the flocks spirits high.”

He went on to peruse one of the market stalls as there’s a tap on Dorothea’s shoulder.

“Psst.” Came Locke’s voice from>>

After the song, Locke’s smile drops as he looks over Dorothea’s shoulder. They cleared their throat.

“Uhm. Ahem. Dorothea,would that Seteth fellow you mentioned happen to be a green haired fellow that looks rather cross?”

>> that he had heard (but not seen) performed in the capital.

“Well, if you’ve naught else to do but be an accessory to this vagrancy, I’m happy to provide the music!” He shook her hand, and slung the cloak on their shoulders back to the ground where it assumed the form of a hat once again.

He strummed the lute with a more upbeat melody>>

“None of the other merchants /could/ play like me~” they wink and shrug it off, but when she speaks of Seteth, he looks around. That’s concerning..

“I appreciate the discretion… what /would/ this ‘Seteth’ fellow do if he found a bard in the market?”

[ 15 - Song ]

with @mysticalelfboi.bsky.social

There’s a humble tune echoing down the path through the forest as Locke travels to the next town they plan to play in.

“It’s not hard🎶
To be a bard🎶”

Little do they know they’re about to stumble across the path of a boy and a book…

⚜️Solarion Evermoore⚜️
⚜️21 Year old Elven Mage⚜️
⚜️Cocky, Flamboyant, and Confident⚜️
⚜️Can sometimes even back that confidence up⚜️
⚜definitely just a normal mage boi⚜️
⚜️No dark secrets here⚜️

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