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Tall Tales - The Jester-BardIt was now late, very late for the bard. By his usual standards, he would have probably already passed out at the tavern. Orso would then throw him out, and if the jester-bard was lucky he would land in a water puddle and come to just long enough for him to crash at the side of some building or another. This is a harsh world to live in.Tall Tales - The Jester-Bard by 4th-guy
As the bard walked out of the room, the village folk noticed that something was different now. The stranger had left his dominating presence there and it had rubbed off onto the bard. People flinched when he walked past them and taken aback if he did as much as look at them in the eye.
Hushed whispering followed him and despite the apparent menace, the folk only dashed from the door back to their table and to their mugs.
The bard was now walking as if he was walking through the tavern for the very first time of his life. He was studying the surroundings, trying to conjure memories from them.
Just as he was almost out of the door, he looked at a visiting
Tall Tales - RealityThe bard looked at him; this was no longer a joke.Tall Tales - Reality by 4th-guy
"Woodville," the stranger said as he pointed to each location on his map as he uttered their name, "is your first and nearest target. From there, travel to the herb gatherers here, then to the twin locations of Ironhold and Forgehaven and yes, they count as two locations. Then there is a farm here that I would like you to visit, and finally to the baron in his castle here. Do you have any questions?"
The bard was at loss for words. He hadn't managed to catch it all, so he said, "Could you please explain again?"
The stranger gave a short sigh and proceeded to call out the names of the locations one by one again, this time pausing after each name. When he had finished, he asked the same question.
The bard replied, "Sure."
"You're not going, are you?" the stranger asked.
"Why should I go on an errand just because some stranger asks me to?" the bard replied wisely.
"Because this stranger is trying to deliver you from this muck that
Tall Tales - StoriesThe bard was keeping some of the money for himself. Even Orso had failed to realise that it had taken a considerably less amount of drink for the bard to be as drunk as his actions claimed him to be; and as he watched the jester-bard hang from the chandelier, Orso decided that enough was enough. If one person was going to get hurt in his tavern, it had better not be one of his working customers.Tall Tales - Stories by 4th-guy
The bard was laughing too loudly to hear the approach of the huge Orso, and he continued to laugh even after he was seized by the scruff of his neck. At this point the crowd only cheered more for the bard as he waved around the mug in his hands, showering members of the crowd with it's contents.
With toleration akin to stupidity, the bard later realized, he allowed himself to be thrown out of the tavern and into the streets. There he landed into a puddle; the puddle was not water.
Bards are not people that are tolerant of change, not even change for the better and certainly not changes in their
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