April 14, 2015 | In: 2015, Blogging, Dungeon Delving, Dungeons and Dragons, Writing

Dungeon Delving: The Distraction

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Welcome to Dungeon Delving Tuesdays! Every Tuesday, I open up the D&D 4E character creator, click “Quick Character”, and write a story featuring the random character with which it provides me! Today’s story features Corrin, Halfling Bard!

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“Another!”

Corrin slammed his tankard of ale down on to the table, not waiting for a reply before he grabbed his lute and walked up to the open floor area. Sure, he was getting a little drunk, but hey, who didn’t love a drunk bard?

He started strumming idly, making sure everything sounded right before launching in to a song. Most of the tavern’s patrons had been ignoring him despite how much louder he’d gotten with each drink, but now a few were beginning to pay attention. As he played, he hummed along with the first few chords, infusing magic in to the music, drawing in their attention.

After a few bars of introductory music, he began singing, telling the tale of a fleet-footed messenger who, the legends told, had tried outrunning an entire army to get information to his king. The song had an open ending, not revealing if he survived, because that’s how Corrin felt like telling it tonight. The beauty of music was that he could change it as he liked. People seemed to enjoy it no matter how he told the story.

By the end of the first song, he had the attention of over half of the bar, and a few people had tossed some silver and some copper at his feet. His drinks for the night were definitely paid for by now, so he launched in to another song. This time, it was an exciting tale of a boat merchant evading authorities, carrying products that the prudish elves had banned in to their homeland of Caelthyr. This one definitely ended abruptly, with the boat merchant crashing in to the rocks, but still leaving the listener with a sense of the merchant’s victory.

Corrin wasn’t like a lot of bards. His magic wasn’t the kind that would help him tackle dragons, kill the undead, or even fight off the local guard. At best, he was a distraction, which was why he spent time in taverns and inns. His magic allowed him to tell stories, vividly enough that the listener not only heard the song, but saw the story unfold as soon as they closed their eyes. As such, a lot of people in his audiences watched him, eyes closed, only opening them between songs, awestruck and very generous with their money.

One last song, before a break to drink and carouse with some of his fellow tavern patrons. The song was always a hit, telling the crowd of a mighty beast that devoured everything that came near its waters, and that had supposedly been the downfall of many pirates and ships of legends and years past. At the end, the story told that Corrin himself was lying the whole time, as the song’s version of him had started spreading those stories to keep a mostly-harmless creature safe. By the end, a few people had shed a few tears, and more were applauding.

Sure, he may not be much use in a fight, but as he scooped up the money he’d earned so far, ready to earn more after a few drinks, Corrin didn’t care. He was damned good at making money.

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