Wandersong Bard Novels & Stories

I hold the mead horn in one hand and slip my other palm into his large grasp, intertwining my small fingers with his thick claws while the crowd is looking at the meat pits. "Hey, little sister, the battle song your throat howled with Jordan Reed at the sky fires was beautiful!" a burly warrior barks, stepping onto the stones. "Give our ears another howl tonight!" The surrounding wolves start banging their horns together, demanding a performance. But... my wolf is a tracker, not a songstress. With so many master singers sitting by the fire, I do not want to embarrass the Vale name. "My throat just cleared itself for fun," I tell them, stepping back.

The place sparkled as different lamps hung around and beamed from different angles, the place was so bright that one would have doubted if one was told it was night. The walls were painted gold beautifying the place more, The musicians were the ones performing as we walked in, they played mind-blowing songs as Alpha Lykos danced with them. Mason and I walked over to the other Alphas to join them. They were all seated around a table with their wines served in front of them all, they laughed heartily making merry. "You're here son," Alpha Grim said when Hayden took a seat beside him. "Yes," Mason answered. I stood behind him watching everyone around in search of Hayden, I saw the other wolves

Opened a thread I had ignored for months. [The Pack Healer says my voice unseals in about a week. I accept your offer. I'll sign as your Pack Songweaver. Under the name W.]

Iris took a sip of her drink and said, "From your expression, I think you have a favor to ask of me. No need to tell me what it is. I've liked you since you were little. I gave you the pendant purely out of my fondness for you. Still, I can't blindly agree. I need to know your ability." At this, Selene understood her line of thinking and smiled. "How do you wish to test me?" "I've lived in Canmir long enough to see the struggles of this land. My heart goes out to the people here, but I have no power to change anything. Today, let Canmir itself be your test," Iris proposed. She paced around slowly and said, "If you can resolve the famine here, I'll help you." … Three years later, on the eve o

With everyone settled, they all looked towards the redhead. "What now," Lucca asked nervously. Remy turned towards Esper, with a devilish grin, "How about this?" Remy gave the blushing vampire a wink as he began to pluck his guitar. Esper's blue and red hazel eyes sparkled as she instantly recognized the melody. She waited for him to repeat the intro before bringing the mic up towards her mouth, taking a deep breath before singing. "When a humble bard, graced a ride-along With Geralt of Rivia, along came this song".

He suddenly wanted to get really drunk and forget all his sorrow. Cillian picked a random bar by the road at this thought. This should be a quiet bar. There was no noisy music, and the DJ was playing a song about a Versailles girl. The song was about a Versailles girl who wandered to a land far away. Her heart was barren, and she had no home. She would always look back to wait for a man who would never return. The Versailles girl who wandered to a land far away… It was a soothing yet sorrowful song. It sounded like there was someone just as miserable as he was in this city.

When we arrive at the outer gates, Leon announces us, showing the traveling papers we brought with us from the minstrel academy, declaring us official bards-in-training with free passage within any duchy between Emerald Cove and Keeper's Cove as we make our way south. Leon assured me on the way that it isn't unusual for a bard to take a side trip along the way between two destinations. "In fact, it is encouraged. The more varied our experiences are, the better performers we become. Bards are never expected to take the same amount of time to cross a distance as ordinary travelers do, because we are expected to take every opportunity to perform and learn. A trip of three days can take a proper

] A broken cry tore out of Evan as he drove the blade into his own chest. [Evan said he’s moving out. Even though I didn’t want him to go, I still agreed. Maybe it’s for the best. My body is getting weaker, and I look worse every day. If he leaves, he won’t have to see me at my worst. But I really wish he had stayed.] Evan was sobbing uncontrollably. “Ana, I wish you had stayed too!”

“It’s a 6/8 count, 8 bars that repeat. Can you follow?” He nods as he begins to pay, his fingers deft and light. I slowly layer the melody on top of his notes and smile up at the audience. “I wrote this song for my lady wife. I would like to sing it for you all now.” The entire tavern--ladies and knights, dragons, ogres, and pirates all collectively sigh. “I call this song, Carnelia, after the great golden queen of the Sun Dragons.” “She glides on wings of golden light Like none have ever seen,

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