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The fellow mostly utters limerick
Making his party pretty sick
Still, they’re better than his sonatas
or his awful try at cantatas
for which he’s been hit with a brick

Complaints don’t get him down
As they travel from town to town
or out through the wild
where his rhymes have beguiled
giving Lyle his own renown

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D’carte grew up fascinated by tales of noble knights on shiny steeds. He memorized every tale of paladins slaying dragons and great deed he could. When he was old enough he travelled to the capitol to train as a knight. While his physique was not suitable to a knightly calling while there he managed to impress the head herald with his knowledge of knightly tales. It was rapidly discovered that in addition to his amazing memory he had a beautiful singing voice and a natural skill with a trumpet. He graduated from heralds collage in record time and many speculated that he was being groomed to replace the archherald in time. However when he followed the knights he idealized to war he was disgusted by the cruel and murderous behaviour he saw on both sides. Fortunately his downward spiral of depression was broken one day. He once again saw of group of knights looting an innocent town. This time however someone stood against them. A noble paladin strode out the inn and challenged all five knights at once. Abandoning heraldic neutrality D’carte lent his sword and song to the side the noble paragon, and together they drove off the villains. Identifying herself as Grace the paladin asked if she would be interested in travelling with him for a time. Renouncing his heraldic duties on the spot he has travelled with Grace ever since. Seeing each other as a mirror of their ideals the two have become very close friends, and are slowly drifting towards something more, however this is being held back for the time by D’carte’s worry that his feelings stem from his boyhood idealization and not Grace herself and Grace struggling with breaking her orders unwritten rule of chasity.

D’carte is a tall thin man, with long dark brown hair the falls in tight curls. Even in the field he is fastidious about his appearance, something that amuses the more practical Grace to no end. He’s quite a handsome man, and was known to be something of a womanizer while training in the capitol, a fact which he’s attempted to hide from Grace, and she’s politely not told him that she knowns from her time in the capitol.

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Unfortunately, her exceptional gift has caused the destruction of her village home when human prospectors heard of her legend and captured her to be a famous singer in their towns.

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So he decided that he would be them all…

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Ok, wrote this at about 1am, no proofing, very little preplaning so I have no idea how good it is. Oh and I will admit I have some recollection of a dwarven druid with a somewhat similar concept being posted in Wizards around the time 3e was released, but well, I think this is somewhere different. As far as I know the idea of the world singing to the young bard is my own, which is whwat I think would dominate the roleplay of the character. I’d loe to see the powers/spells/songs of the bard be based of various places the bard has been- inspire courage from the lava falls, filling the herts with angry power, sleep from restful dale, etc.

Oh yes, Shard has a BEARD. A small cute goatee that won’t get in the way of get pipes (Bagpipes).

So what do you all think?

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His own life changed when a stranger passing through was murdered. He was sent to perform the rights of passing. No one admitted to knowing his name, or anything else about him. The young monk examined the man for any clue as to who he was so that he might properly sing for the strangers passing. The song he sung so moved the murderer (who was in attendance with the rest of the village) that she confessed before everyone.

The story was told, and before long the young monk was sent out to sing the songs of the mysteriously dead.

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There are so many great places to draw inspiration from both in pop culture, myth, and lore.

You could make a character based on the Pied Piper.

You could be a prophet, a la Battlestar Galactica: “All of this has happened before, and all of this will happen again.”

You could play a character like a rock star, or Diva, influencing culture and people’s daily lives; playing for the troops to raise moral, or special performances for the king, and be larger than life.

You could draw inspiration from Robert Jordan’s Wheel of Time series: A gleeman who traveled amongst the Tuatha’an, looking for the song that helped to create the world. “I will find the song, or another will find the song, but the song will be sung this year or in a year to come. As it once was, so shall it be again, world without end.”

A friend of mine once created a bard who wrote travel guides, recaping the week’s adventure with his latest entry into his book “How to Survive Faerun on two gold a day”

Then there is my favorite source of inspiration: The skald. Sometimes with a twist.

“My name is Ibn Rasheed, Ibn Fahalaan. A man I once knew said a man might be thought rich, if someone would draw out the story of his life; this, is the story of Bulwie, and the Eaters of the Dead.”

Left alone with the elders, Fezzer would pass the time tapping bones against the rocks. He didn’t realize he was making any sort of music, but the Kobolds who could hear him felt compelled to listen. One night, the tribal Shaman noticed something very compelling about the sounds coming from Fezzer’s corner of the cave.