About

~Once upon a time, beneath a moonlit star, There traveled a bard from kingdom afar. With a lute in their hand, And a sword at command, They were feared wherever they wandered by far. They could sing down a dragon, Or duel with a knight, Make a tyrant surrender Before morning light. But their sharpest attack, And their favorite by far, Was a smile and a wink From behind their guitar. For enemies fell To the edge of their blade, While others fell harder For charms that they made. “Choose wisely,” they'd say, With a grin full of flair, “Shall I steal your gold, Or your heart while I'm there?” So villains would tremble, And heroes would swoon, As the bard played a ballad Beneath the pale moon. For none could quite tell What the next verse would bring: A kiss, a confession, Or the death of a king. And so goes the tale Of that bold wandering bard, Whose heart was a fortress And whose tongue was a sword. They could slay their foes, Or make lovers of them... And if you hear music, You'd best not forget them.~ You are a bard! As a great bard you get to choose how you win your battles. Will you be remembered as the bloody blade, or the charming lute? Both? One thing is for sure, that dragon won't take care of themselves!