Grandfather Thunder, Savage Regalia, and The Science of Being -Resistable

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Thunderhaeld

Teller stared at the great, lumbering man. He’d only been with the group for a week, and already she couldn’t stand him. Huge, ugly axe on his back and a feathered leathern shield over it, scraggly haired and thick bearded—he was everything her tribe hated. When the people of the Reaches and High Places come to the kingdoms, most take them for brutes and illiterate savages—and Brau was why. He was crude, filthy, and little more than an animal most of the time.

No self-respect there, she rolled her eyes at the lazy way he scratched himself while they walked on. Here, truly, was a savage. May the Mountain Gods and the Death Bear eat his whole clan.

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Study Hard, Mr Gorbechov Build Up That Wall, and There Aren’t Enough Nice Clothes…

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Laffetr’s Pince-Nez

“He’s over there…” Sabya called out, pointing with his larian-made sword toward the outcroppings overlooking the long valley. His comrades tensed. They did not like this place, nor did they like the things that crept and hid in the shadows around it.

While they made their way down the gully and watched the sun fade behind the peaks of the far end of the lost and lonely stretch, they gripped the leather-wrapped handles and noched their arrows and glanced nervously left and right and up and down—waiting for the ambush they knew would come.

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Buying Swords is Dumb, Return of the Death Bear, and Everyone Has That One Player Who Wants To Do This Kind of Stuff…

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Shandalplai

“We lost everything, don’t you understand that you hoke-jumped layabout!”

To watch the unbridled rage of a “master of the arcane arts” was something more than funny to Pret. Of course, the quiet agreement of his rain-soaked and weary comrades of this display of pure frustration was less funny. Soon enough, they’d get to sniping at each other and the first sign of trouble, they’d all be well and truly screwed. Still, the old tracker just leaned wetly against the tree and paired another sliver of wood from the stick he’d been working this last hour.

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Liner Notes: The Role of Bards In A Setting

Medieval fantasy settings have bards. It’s something that many players or Dungeon Masters might not even note anymore, especially as the class has been a staple of Dungeons & Dragons for so long now. It’s been my experience, in fact, that the class really only comes up – in regards to how it fits the game – when the subject is “How do the various classes balance against eachother?”

Like any other class, however, there is a ton of potential there for character backgrounds and conflict to be found if you just go digging around enough.

Bards as presented in most fantasy games may be more than a mere performer, just as a fighter is something more than a soldier and a wizard more than a hedge-mage, but looking to their mundane origins can be very useful. So let’s start with the traditions.

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Morveer Wishes He Had That, Brutal Advantages, and Messin’ With Casters…

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Slipquick Silks

Kelvin moved like ink poured over a polished, smooth statue—every turn was almost oily slick and his shape in the half-light was dark and fluid. The Houngang lunged this way and that, trying to wrap their large, powerful hands around an arm or a shoulder or anything, but every time they touched him, they found him slipping this way and that.

Four giants all grasping at a man moving like water, cackling taunts and pissing them off beyond all measure.

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Boys DO Make Passes, A Heckuva Graduation Robe, and a Hard Won Grapple…

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Valorious Brille

“Do it again, Teller”, Savien Manyfold’s rich and upbeat tenor sang out in contrast to the otherwise dreary and cloud-smothered day. The fat drops of rain that slipped and slopped through the trees had long ago soaked them all to the bone. Everyone was surly save the barbarian and the Manyfold. They played at wooden swords as the group stumbled up the narrow road, joking in Seriak to the consternation of the rest.

“Like this? With both hands? Or like we did before?”, Teller’s long hair was plastered to her head and shoulders and her boots squelched as they walked along, but to look at her, you’d think she was as happy as a pig in a mud-puddle—joking and dancing back and forth with her long wooden creft, play-acting a fight with the bard.

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Taking Up the Reins, Learning Through Pain, and the Eye of the Storm…

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Abin’s Course

Watching Ferail hop down from his horse, one leg swinging wider than it needed to and two quick pats to the old grey’s neck before pulling free—the whole series of otherwise forgettable motions made Broadways both elated and enormously sad. Chorom d’Zaet had been his friend, his confidant, had been the one to start him on his own path, had shared with him the Way, and his passing had been particularly hard on the old paladin.

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