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Finished Smoke's Trail Battle of the Bards [May 21st | 7 PM]

Niko

Lord of Altera
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Legend
SirNicholas14
SirNicholas14
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His Magnanimousness, Lord Niko Variclav cordially invites one and all for a night of song, dance and drinking within the sturdy walls of the Smoke's Trail Inn of Sanardu. Bards, comics, singers and the like are called upon from far and wide to partake in a contest of the arts for fame, glory, and monetary prizes. This fabulous night of revel and debauchery shall commence this coming Thronesday come sundown.

+Prizes+

Best Act:
+2,500 Radiants worth of Fuvurian Scales+
+Honorary legal title of Bardic Champion+
+An Artisanal Lute+

Runner Up:
+1,000 radiants worth of Fuvurian Scales+
+Bottle of Sanardu Rum and Veilmere Wine+

Crowd Favorite:
+A favor from Niko Variclav+


+Nothing Ventured, Nothing Gained+


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OOC:

Niko's doing an open-mic night in Sanardu's tavern. Your character can come up to the stage and do pretty much anything to try to win the above awards.

When: May 21st, 7 PM
Where: Smoke's Trail Inn, Sanardu
Consent Rating: Moderate



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What will he/she do:

 

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Jeroxia

We demons of our solemn hour
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Taking this is 7Pm Est. My sadness knows no bounds.

Because I'd hit you with the sickest beat poem in 2019
 

Purgatoris

Legend of Altera
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Purgatoris
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Character Name: Julianne Vhalakis
IGN: Purgatoris
What will he/she do: Gonna get her goddamn sing-song on hell yeaaaaaah
 

Jeroxia

We demons of our solemn hour
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Character Name:Gerard McIvy "Battlebard"
IGN: SirSnoutwick
What will he/she do: Recite a hand-written beat poem in a theatrical form that includes a gittern and magic.
 

Elz

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Niko will be a bit late so maybe officially 7:30 because he 'went out to buy salt and didn't realise how long it'd take'. Salt...
 

Jeroxia

We demons of our solemn hour
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This was a lot of fun and worth staying up for!

Here's the full version of the poem Gerry performed. I'm actually somewhat proud of this one, so I figured I'd share.


Two little lights



Imagine far not just here, land of people, o so queer

Who eat their lunch or brunch or afternoon snack

Who munch and crunch that lunch with an utter lack

Of worry or dread or fear

And let us bring such atmosphere to here, this lovely place

A little story to begin a half-cocked grin on one’s face



Two little people: little houses, little steeple, little mouses, little socks

One with a little spittle on his cheek, the other a white lily in her locks,

Sounds cute and heart-warming? More like acute and alarming,

For he was a farmer’s boy and she quite charming

So the croplord’s son sat and pondered, wondered

Where to start with the halfling girl that stole his heart?



A couple of problems immediately arose, For let’s propose he was to ask her out,

Firstly his soul was filled with doubt,

Wasn’t he too stout, or loud even allowed aloud to shout his attraction

His want for affection from this girl so pretty and proud?

What if her father, would rather have her court a man of power?

Would he thwart his attempts to be with the girl with the flower?



And he wasn’t the only side of this tale of two,

No she too was reflecting whether the farmer’s boy,

Would be objecting to her coy advances and whether her chances,

Were even real, and how she would deal with rejecting

Her father’s hope in that she would elope with a man of riches,

Not a lovely farmer’s boy who walked barefoot and in britches!



O such disaster was not to be let happen,

Happen the lad stumble upon a plan planning to trick,

The father prick, to be his better,

A letter which read to the letter;

“Little girl of yonder, I wonder, whether we are meant to be, be together in the night,

if so would you tonight please cast your light to me?”



This tiny note he wrote, was slipped between the pears,

in the basket of fruits to be brought unawares to her room

Our tiny groom, he lit his candle just after the fall of night,

And then he waited, waited patiently for her little light.

It took an hour, maybe even three, but still there was no light to see.

But then, when he had lost all his hope, a tapping, rapping his door.

She was holding a candle, and was his forevermore.





 
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