Oh, gracious! By what capricious act of Providence have I contrived to find myself in this...quaint hamlet? I understand that some draconic beings have summoned me here to share my copious gifts with the masses - and of course I'll answer any call if it means a new and enthusiastic audience - but there isn't even an orchestra here! Not so much as a harpsichord! How can I be expected to perform under such mean, pastoral circumstances? On a battlefield? Among the barbarians?!
Well, perhaps I can be a civilizing influence. After all, we all of us know, music has truly Divine Powers - and who better than I, so Orphically blessed with my own, to exhibit them, and show these plebians the meaning of Art?
OOC: Hello, fellow nerds! I'm Riki, and I'm so stoked to be dipping my toe into the waters of Drachenfest! I'll be hamming it up at the Bard Haus as La Sfogata, ready to inject a little classical virtuosity and a lot of fish-out-of-water comedy into the game. If you're looking to butt heads with an uptight tart, do please reach out. Who knows? Maybe La Sfogata will learn the virtues of a good drinking song by the end of the week.
Here's hoping we can get a jam sesh going!
Hey, what goes on at Red camp... Stays at Red camp.
While my partner's characters all end up anti-Bard (every since DnD) I on the other hand was considering throwing a sum of gold at the Bard Haus to become like a patron. I personal love the idea of Bards coming in for a short set (think 5-15 minutes) to break up the day, lighten the atmosphere, dirty it with innuendo and maybe make some DF political commentary/rumors. Maybe someone hires you to spread a greensleeves love song from two rival camp parties (even if it may not be true). I don't care, as long as it entertains me and breaks up the day. This is my vacation from the IRS (Infernal Revenue Service) and I'm going to relax!
Please come incessantly bother Captain Rooks with all of your wants, needs, and disappointments since "as a head of the Brass Brigade it is [his] job to make the Bazaar a better place [for me]"
We'll either get along famously or like a house on fire.
Aye ya certainly got some fancy words to be throwin around. I love a bard with expectations. Perhaps ya like to see if those pretty words can handle a Hooligan in your audience? Words are pretty when they usually don't have much else to say and no leg to stand on. Now for William Hooligan, if your songs can't make me dance around a campfire then it doesn't me any good. But that can only happen if you know how to touch my primal side. Hope to have ya visit my Redcamp and entertain our warriors.