#bard life

[spotofmummery]

Bards in Dawntrail Be Like...

Fare thee well, Butt Lute.

Warm welcome to Guitar Bow!

(Wait... why not both?)

[algrenion]

A bard plays "The Power" over Baldur's Gate

[aywren]

A small thing, but I discovered a short ways in that as a Bard, I could Perform, and that there are several songs to pick from. So, of course, in my multi-player game, while waiting for friends to sort their inventory, I broke out in song in the middle of camp.

What I didn't expect was for the companions to come gather around me and actually enjoy my performance. (I even impressed Astarion!)

And when I was done, they tossed me a gold, as if I were busking. Too funny!

I also love that fiddle is a choice of instruments for this game.

[cpt-quinn-ryder]

Bard Life

My bard just learned Otto’s Irresistible Dance, pity their enemies 😂

[varnishedtruths]

Spending years being late to every single class at bard college, living on coffee and nicotine until I drop out to be a beach bum with all y'all and write epic stories about the freaky things you're doing.

Spending years toiling at wizard school in the notoriously elitist necromancy department, barely scraping by for several years before they begrudgingly give me my necromancer degree, all so that I can go sit on the beach and revive ediacaran fossils on the beach and look at the creatures.

[eydilily]

guys with their respective bugs

[annoyingwhispersarcade]

The Dodo: A Symbol of Extinction

The dodo was a flightless bird native to Mauritius, an island in the Indian Ocean. It was about 3 feet tall and weighed around 20-40 pounds. see more.....

[forteania]

Baldur’s Gate 3 update; I’ve convinced Shadowheart that it’s maybe a good idea for me to ingest more of the parasites lol

And for those curious this is my character as of right now.

[thehumanbardthatgoeshard]

As a bard I have something to say:

This is very true, and it makes me very happy

DO YOU KNOW WHAT I JUST REALIZED

YOU KNOW THE HAIKU BOT???

OFC YOU DO

YOU KNOW THAT MESSAGE HE PUTS AT THE END OF EVERY POST????

"Beep boop! I look for accidental haiku posts. Sometimes I mess up."

YEAH???????

WELL THATS A HAIKU TOO

Beep boop! I look for

accidental haiku posts.

Sometimes I mess up.

NOW YOU LOOK ME IN THE EYE AND TELL ME THATS NOT THE CUTEST THNIG YOUVE EVER HEARD

[alpacaidentitycrisis]

Going back to the dark ages and singing a queen song at a local tavern

[tsuki-in-faerun]

can we talk about jammer consistently refusing opportunities that give him an advantage over other people in his community?

i keep getting stuck on the magical community kitchens that he wanted to create in the epilogue of the initial season. evan thinks about abolishing the wall between magic and mundane, k thinks how to facilitate access to information, sam thinks of leading with kindness and education. jammer thinks of the essentials of life. if we have a kitchen that can make anything without the burden of material resources, why would any being in the world go hungry?

jammer leaves school to preserve his sovereignty over his body and freedom of movement, but he also gives up something that would make him meaningfully more powerful than anybody in his day to day. with magic being wild and unpredictable, he can't funnel it into solving the most pressing problems affecting the people around him and therefore, there's not enough incentive for him to push past how freaky it might make him look to whip out a wand and do magic about it.

whitney doesn't have to be at LEEP as much as he is. he doesn't have to be getting 40-50 points a game. he tries to do a little magic because someone specifically asked about it but magic itself is not making enough of a fundamental impact on the way he can achieve his goals for him to use it. so he puts it away.

what i am getting out of jammer's arc so far is that the other members of the pilot program function to ask what magic can do. what is the nature of it in this form or that form? jammer is on this quest to ask "what is magic for? can we use it so that every body has everything they need to live a good life?"

love jammer.

[badseeded-back-again]

Bard wasn't a surprise, but sorcerer was

Okay work

[peachesthebard]

First Days in the Human Kingdom

It's been a wild ride so far in the human kingdom. Everywhere I turn, there's something new to see and hear. The markets are a sensory overload, with vendors shouting their wares, exotic smells wafting through the air, and all manner of sights to take in.

As a bard, I'm in my element. My fingers are itching to write out the forming lyrics in my head. The clanging of metal from blacksmiths' stalls mixes with the chanting of vendors and the laughter of children. The colors! So many colors! Silks and spices, potions and produce, all jumbled together in a chaotic symphony.

I wandered through the crowd, taking in the sights and sounds and letting them wash over me. I stopped at a spice vendor's stall, drawn in by the rich scents of cinnamon and clove. The vendor, a stout dwarf with a twinkle in his eye, regaled me with tales of his travels to the far corners of the realm in search of the rarest spices.

As I walked on, I came upon a group of minstrels, their instruments filling the air with sweet melodies. They welcomed me to join in, and soon I was singing and playing along, the music lifting my spirits and carrying me away.

It's only been a day, but I already know this is going to be one wild adventure. So many stories waiting to be told, so many songs waiting to be sung. I can't wait to see what comes next.

[blooms-in-april]

In Oxenfurt there is a sacred tradition, which no one dares encroach upon: no one can be arrested during a theatre performance. And the scholars of Oxenfurt, for all their learning, are a dramatic, suspicious sort, and so the law stands. It's been taken advantage of by many a drunk and disorderly student, taking refuge in the audience of the Grand Theatre to evade the guard, until inevitably, the curtain falls and their reprieve is over.

When they come to arrest Professor Pankrantz, his students won't have it. He had come back to them quiet and broken this winter, more careless with his dissent, more bold in his defiance. He did not seem to care when the warrant was put out for his arrest, as an elvish sympathizer, a sodomite, and a conspirator against Nilfgaard.

"He knows the White Wolf will save him. He always does." Essi had said with false confidence, but the weeks pass and the university's protection wanes and the White Wolf does not come.

"He's not coming." Adrien whispers, hunched over his songbook. "We must do something."

"We will," Essi responds.

When he hears the guards outside his office, Jaskier puts down his quill for the last time. He swings open the door.

"Gentlemen!" He says. The armored faces are featureless, unmoving. "How would you like me?" They grab and cuff him hard across the head, then frogmarch him down the hall. His head rings like a great bell tolling the hour. He can feel the blood trickling out his ear.

There is a great crash, and a scuffle, and a large hand grabs him by the elbow. "Geralt." He whispers.

But it's not. Jeremiah smiles awkwardly, and holds his dented tuba in one hand. "I used to be a blacksmith before this." The quiet youth says. "Never thought it would come in handy again."

"My dear boy." Jaskier says as he's pulled along. "You shouldn't have. You saved my life."

"Your tutoring saved mine during finals. I think we're even, Professor."

Jaskier is hurried in through the backstage door, crowded with students carrying instruments, costumes, sheet music, and props. They all part way to let him through. "Top box, Professor." Essi says, hurrying him. "We saved it just for you."

He sits down, bewildered, as the guards shout outside and the orchestra tunes frantically. The curtain opens just as the guards make it into the auditorium. Everything hushes in that special breath before a show.

Essi steps on stage.

"Thank you and welcome to the members of the Oxenfurt Academy faculty, staff, and student body who have come to support this performance," she says. "We'd also like to welcome representatives of various law enforcement communities who have chosen to join us in the Academy Grand Theatre tonight. In the spirit of the arts, leave all discord at the door, and please enjoy this special performance by the students of Oxenfurt - 'The Adversities of Loving', a tribute to the life and works of Professor Julian Alfred Pankrantz."

She bows. The audience applauds. The play begins.

[typingwithmyhandstied]

Me when a V.E. Schwab character exists: Now that's a character. That's a CHARACTER. THAT'S A CHARACTER.

[perplexingly]

I love you video games that have ambient sounds of people casually humming/singing while working or idling or drinking, without any accompaniment of music