A Tale of the Bard

A Tale of the Bard

Here’s a tale chronicling the luck of the Buff Bard.

With maxed out Strength & Charisma, he tells bewitching stories, while brandishing a sword.

Wielding a sharp blade and tongue, in hand and cheek,

Upon sight of the Buff Bard, his admirer’s knees all became rather weak.

He traveled from town to city, appearing quite dreamy, making money providing he’s witty.

Spending his shillings on the finest quality of caps, fabrics, and mystical tomes of antiquity.

To avoid the swarm of star-crossed lovers as he ventured forth,

The Buff Bard chose to travel alone into the quiet forest,

for peace & solitude, for what it’s worth.

As he trekked deeper into the wood, he stumbled upon a most enchanting space,

between a mossy tree and a fern,

stood a bright white Birch tree, standing with grace.

But what was behind the tree was what caught the Buff Bard’s eye,

Twas a beautiful blue pool lined with cattails, daffodils, and the reflection of the sky.

The Buff Bard was weary from his travel, deciding it was time to let his thoughts and prose unravel.

Picking the White Birch as his resting post,

Wondering if he was the first ever to find this forested haven, what a bardish boast!?

Suddenly, the sky darkened, the wind chilled, the clouds furrowed, the birds trilled.

The Naiad of the pool made herself known, never seeing a mortal so gorgeous, a dream,

she called out to the Buff Bard, “Please Come Here”, and offered him a gift, “it isn’t much but citrine”.

This stone matches your vibe, cheerful and bright, use it to manifest your wants, desires into sight.

As soon as he took the stone from her watery grasp, lightning struck the White birch fast.

What was once snow-white in a swath of brown & green, now stands scorched black, leaving quite the scene.

With a high luck roll, the Buff Bard having just survived, carried on his way through the wood,

With a pocket of citrine, moving in confident stride. On to the next village, to sing and joke with pride.

Where he had briefly rested under the now burnt tree, grows three flowers,

crimson, magenta, and blue, serving as a colorful serendipitous memory.

-Told by the Druid somewhere outside the Castle Walls.