Romans & histoires Wandersong Bard

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

LUCIANO BLACK The hall was filled with soft cool music as I entered, the massive chandeliers hung from the ceiling casting their glittering light all over the hall. I make my way through the crowd, the party guests hastily moving out of my way no one wants to incur my wrath. I smirked seeing my reputation precede me, the almighty hybrid. I reached my destination the only open bar available, stocked with few alcohols; I surmise that is because it is a birthday party with a few under ages because everyone knows werewolves and their love for liquors. I settle on a bar stool, I can hear every single conversation in the room but I tuned it off, as my eyes sweeping over the throngs in every direct

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".

] 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!”

He saw Drake as the younger sibling he never had and he had grown to like the rogue very much. Skyler closed his eyes and inhaled deep breaths to soothe his anger before opening them and staring at the empty space. Meanwhile, Xander had just woken up from his short nap, his yellow eyes staring around his room like the place was foreign. After being weakened by the spell that the witch casted on him, Bardulf woke up as a rapacious ravenous wolf and he craves nothing other than fresh blood. Getting up from the bed, he made his way to the door and opened it, walking out of the room and quickly walking away from the corridor and he headed towards the passage that was less crowded by park members

“After all, It's not every day that we have a Master Bard in our presence!” “All right, all right,” I hold my arms above my head. Carnelia is peering out from around her fingers, afraid to show her face. Smiling down at her before turning back to the audience I announce, “It just so happens that I do have a new song ready for you all, but I will need a lute and someone else who can play as well.” Gusto leans behind the bar and holds up a jeweled case that looks insignificant in his large, half-ogre hands. “You know I always keep your spare lute here, for emergencies.”