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Bard Tales
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senmutBard Tales (400 words) by Sharpest_Asp
Chapters: 1/1
Fandom: Forgotten Realms, The Legend of Drizzt Series - R. A. Salvatore
Rating: General Audiences
Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply
Characters: Drizzt Do'Urden, Regis [The Legend of Drizzt Series], Bruenor Battlehammer, Wulfgar son of Beornegar
Additional Tags: Slice of Life
Summary:
The party of four, one with his hood riding low and pulled tight, had settled as far from the fire as they could. Given the fur trim on all of their clothes, and the striking statue of the one with a hammer, it was easy enough to surmise they were in off of the tundra to the north. They seemed an odd lot, even discounting the hidden one, as the other two were a dwarf and a halfling.
A bard was idly strumming his guitar, and slowly telling a speaking-song, a tale of the region.
"…and evil doers need beware, as the tortured soul of an elf is known to haunt the 'fare. Black as night and driven by thirst, vengeance his for those as laid the curse. Aye, go not by night with evil in your heart, or you too will share the death that is his to impart."
The halfling giggled slightly, looking at the hidden member of the party. "They think you're a ghost? And cursed as well?"
"I think they must speak of another; I've been gone from these parts for years," the hidden one answered, but he was amused. If only they knew his truth.
"… tell you I seen the drow, gone on a dozen years or so. His cloak was magic, hiding him until he meant to be seen, boots that let him walk in silence. His swords blazed with the magic of their speed and keen edges," a man was telling he group fixated on him.
"The second tavern we've taken meals in and heard tells of you," the big man said to his well-covered companion.
"It cannot be me; I carry little in the way of magic."
The halfling rolled his eyes. "Sure. But you do look and act magical, you know!"
"…like a banshee, but silent, they say. To see the avenger is to find death," the story-teller was saying. "There are rumors that he is no drow, but an elf trapped in the form of his cursed enemies, and he seeks the one that did him wrong. All who get in his path — "
"Fireside tales and lies," the dwarf harumphed loudly. "I tell ye now ye should judge by deeds, not supposed powers and fearful nonsense! Heard ye of any goodly folk killed at his hands?"
The covered one seemed to fall further back into shadow as the bard tales were refuted.
Chapters: 1/1
Fandom: Forgotten Realms, The Legend of Drizzt Series - R. A. Salvatore
Rating: General Audiences
Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply
Characters: Drizzt Do'Urden, Regis [The Legend of Drizzt Series], Bruenor Battlehammer, Wulfgar son of Beornegar
Additional Tags: Slice of Life
Summary:
As they travel, they hear tales
Bard Tales
The party of four, one with his hood riding low and pulled tight, had settled as far from the fire as they could. Given the fur trim on all of their clothes, and the striking statue of the one with a hammer, it was easy enough to surmise they were in off of the tundra to the north. They seemed an odd lot, even discounting the hidden one, as the other two were a dwarf and a halfling.
A bard was idly strumming his guitar, and slowly telling a speaking-song, a tale of the region.
"…and evil doers need beware, as the tortured soul of an elf is known to haunt the 'fare. Black as night and driven by thirst, vengeance his for those as laid the curse. Aye, go not by night with evil in your heart, or you too will share the death that is his to impart."
The halfling giggled slightly, looking at the hidden member of the party. "They think you're a ghost? And cursed as well?"
"I think they must speak of another; I've been gone from these parts for years," the hidden one answered, but he was amused. If only they knew his truth.
"… tell you I seen the drow, gone on a dozen years or so. His cloak was magic, hiding him until he meant to be seen, boots that let him walk in silence. His swords blazed with the magic of their speed and keen edges," a man was telling he group fixated on him.
"The second tavern we've taken meals in and heard tells of you," the big man said to his well-covered companion.
"It cannot be me; I carry little in the way of magic."
The halfling rolled his eyes. "Sure. But you do look and act magical, you know!"
"…like a banshee, but silent, they say. To see the avenger is to find death," the story-teller was saying. "There are rumors that he is no drow, but an elf trapped in the form of his cursed enemies, and he seeks the one that did him wrong. All who get in his path — "
"Fireside tales and lies," the dwarf harumphed loudly. "I tell ye now ye should judge by deeds, not supposed powers and fearful nonsense! Heard ye of any goodly folk killed at his hands?"
The covered one seemed to fall further back into shadow as the bard tales were refuted.
