RP:Good Times... Bard Times
This is a Bard's Guild RP.
Summary: Counselor Dewfoot-Barrows runs into Bastion and suggests he comes by the Bard's College. This turns into an impromptu open stage session where Celandine, Will, and Bastion express their talent in the company of Cadence and Constantine.
Heart of the Burrows
As you follow the strange outcroppings of houses built into the hills, you certainly don’t expect to wander into the bustling heart of a city in these parts, but that is exactly what you’ve come to. Small, wondrous people mill about, seemingly unaffected by your presence, though a few cast you a hearty wave and call out greetings as you approach. Everything seems as though it was built for a child and as you look at the denizens of this village it makes the utmost sense. They are short, stout, and curly haired, with bare feet all of them. You find yourself puzzled as to why they would walk around with no shoes on, but you do not ask out of politeness. South leads you further into this Halfling city while North takes you towards Xalious. You also find a small hole that you might be able to squeeze down into for more surprises…
Bastion spent a lot of time in the Burrows. He did a lot of garden and field work for the hobbit folk, who admired and appreciated his gift for hard labor. They made great use of it as well, and Bastion did the work of many hobbits, allowing them more time for their long, multiple daily meals and relaxation. Bastion was tending to a few very well tended rose bushes, clipping and trimming them, and pulling whatever weeds managed to take root in the immediate area around them. He looked the part of a young boy, or girl... many had trouble telling which upon meeting him, especially at his apparent age. He hummed to himself while he worked, seeming perfectly content and not at all out of place among grown folk his own size.
Brennia | Miss Dewfoot-Barrows doesn’t spend much time down in the Burrows anymore as she took over some duties for the Dean, her good friend, Brennia. She was happy to do it, but she wanted to head home today and get ready for the feast tomorrow - oh it is all the rage with the hobbits and she’s making her special stuffed duck for the festivities. She was carrying items that would nearly topple the short and plump woman over, but the humming clued her into someone out of her view, “what a beautiful sound, dear.” Her voice was warm like a hug and very motherly as she paced around the boy or girl to set some of the things down for a moment. Among those things was a small stack of sheet music that gets picked up by the wind and Mary-Anne scoffs, “oh! You git back here ya darn rotten tater!” She tries to take off to chase down some of the wind traveling parchment, but is just not quick enough.
Bastion noticed miss Dewfoot, and blinked himself out of his reverie, pink eyes alighting on her as she tried to set down her sheet music, only to have it claimed by the wind. Uh oh. Well, he could help with that. Bastion was prodigiously fast, when he wanted to be... and very, very agile. Pink wings of light sprouted from his back, and beat the air as he lept, robes flapping in the wind as he shot past miss Dewfoot like an arrow loosed. He snatched them from the air where they fluttered, with a gentle touch, making sure not to crinkle the sheets, and darted this way and that on his feet until he'd gathered the last of them. His wings vanished, and he walked back to miss Dewfoot, handing her the sheets that had been so recently lost. "Here you go, ma'am. It's a bit windy today, isn't it?" He cast a glance up at the clouds, trying to gauge when that rain would be coming in. Probably earlier than he'd thought before, since the wind had picked up this much. He'd have to finish the roses soon.
Brennia | Mary-Anne Dewfoot-Barrows look at the young boy or girl with a wide grin, “that was spectacular! Thank you.” She looked around to see where the little one’s parents might be, but there is no one and he doesn’t seem likely to live here. “You are no hobbit are you?” She said in a genuine curiosity. “What are you doing all this way by yourself?” Being so busy with the college and the added responsibilities she had not known of this new face in her hometown, “are you visiting with your parents for the feast and festivities that are to take place tomorrow?” She takes the sheets back and secures them within a folder and this time places the folder between a couple of heavier items to anchor them down. She starts to pick up her load once more, but she is in no shame to ask, “would you help me, dear?” A kind smile as she hands him or her something to carry to make the journey easier.
Bastion hadn't been given a hard time limit on the rosebushes... heck, the lady of the house had been meaning to tend to them for weeks... so he had no issue coming back to them later. "I'm here alone, yes. I travel a lot, as a peasant monk, on a pilgrimage of labor's. I'm in town to help with the festivity preparation. Or at least, I should be. I'm helping misses Mesner with her gardening so that she's free to do organizational things for the festival." He had the sneaking suspicion that they'd not wanted him to help directly with it, for some reason. They kept giving him unrelated tasks to do. He hoped they didn't intend to try tricking him into drunk with pear brandy again. It was so tasty, he'd had no idea it was a strong alcoholic beverage until he was three sheets to the wind, last time. He left the pruning shears in a safe spot, and helped miss Dewfoot carry her things. "Ah, where are we taking these, if I may ask, ma'am? By the by, my name is Bastion. A pleasure to meet you." He couldn't offer to shake her hand, since his were full. He certainly didn't talk like a child, but had an innocent, carefree expression that seemed quite his age.
Brennia | Miss Dewfoot-Barrows is quite taken aback by how well spoken this child seeming person is and takes note that there is probably more going on here than the eye can see. “To my place by the library,” the hobbitess nods, “nice to meet you Bastion. I am Mary-Anne Dewfoot-Barrows and I am the temporary Dean at the Bard’s college of Scheherazade above us. Just until Brennia wins the senate seat and things calm down. Have you ever been?” A glance to the skies and a quirk of her brow.
Bastion follows her gaze towards the skies, and has to shake his head. "I have not. I heard there were avians there, a winged people, but my place has always been with the peasantry, the common folk who till the land and run economies. From what I've heard, the avian's are a very proud people, and not so many of them lead... simple lives." They were elitists, and the majority of their people were above doing commonfolk work, from what he understood. "Since I've never been, however, that's merely hearsay. I didn't even know there was a bard's college, though. I'd love to hear their music." A small, black ocarina bounced on a string at his side, hinting that he himself might be somewhat capable with music.
Brennia | Miss Dewfoot-Barrows, “ah. I understand where you are coming from. Not all of them are alike and that is what Brennia is trying to fight for. She was bringing change to Schezerade and diversity, but apparently that ruffled some feathers,” a hearty laugh at her own pun. “Brennia is kind and open minded. I think you might find her refreshing.” She definitely peeps the ocarina, “well… Acting Dean I highly recommend you pay us a visit… You seem a little young to attend the college, but I am sure there are exceptions to the rule.” Once they get to her door she opens it's to a cozy little home for six and sets her things down before looking perplexed, “darn it all, Bastion.” She gives another hearty chuckle, “I left something at the college that I need, would you be able to accompany me?” She smiles at the boy or girl.
Bastion set the things down with her, and listened to her request. "Oh, to the bards college? That must be a ways away. How do you intend to get there? If you need aid, I'll certainly come with you to help." Wasn't it up in the sky, though? How did she intend to travel so freely between there, and here? He tucked his hands into his open sleeves, folding his arms in thought. "Ah, and I'm older than I appear, miss. I ran afoul of some dark fae, or at least, that's what I believe happened. I've been told various things about it."
Brennia | Miss Dewfoot-Barrows looks at him with perplexity now, “it is just right above us. Didn’t you ever wonder too close to that ray of light in the meadow just around the corner?” There was a joyous wonder in her expression, “today is a day of new things. It might be even easier for you with those wings you had before.” She winks to the boy and leads on. Once in the meadow she comes close to the light, “you just walk into the center and relax, I’ll show you.” She surrounds herself in the light and it lifts her up into the skies to Schezerade.
Bastion watched miss Dewfoot, with a gaped mouth. He'd not seen this, nor its use. "Oh. Oh, my..." It was just... levitating her into the air. A ray of light. He'd never seen such magic... then again, he'd seen very little magic in his lifetime. "That's amazing!" He walked in after her, marveling at the sensation of being lifted away... it would be scarier, were he unable to manifest wings from his Ki.
Brennia | Mis Dewfoot-Barrows is lifted to the sky pier and waits for Bastion before pressing on, “the floating city!” She motions to the tall statues and arch ways, “a beautiful city made of marble, but through the gardens is where we are headed - do try not to get lost in the beauty of them and keep up.” The short and stocky hobbit picks up her pace, east, south, east, north - she really knows her way around. Once upon the castle turned into a college it glitters into sight as it seems an enchantment of protection, “welcome to the Smyth College of Bardic Arts.” It is once they have crossed the small glass bridge to the entrance that they would find themselves in a musical world of wonderment, luxury and warmth. “Senatorial Candidate, Brennia!” The hobbit exclaimed surprised.
Smyth College of Bardic Arts
After finding your way through the Topiary Garden it would only be fitting to come upon a building which looks like a section taken right out of any castle in the same style as all of Schezerade, in all it's decadence; marble forming the entirety of the large building accented with gold and platinum in which you'll have to cross over a glass bridge in order to reach it. The front door is welcoming for all shapes and sizes that are the citizens of Hollow and spans a great distance in it's solid French Door of a design. Opening it up one might be perplexed at the ability for the fortress to hold such music coming from the main hall there with all of the astute students practicing their talents. Once immersed, the eyes might be stolen by the gaping cathedral ceilings above, spotted by gold and platinum in which encircle mini glowing stones to mimic the night sky, but beauty is not what the ceiling is for; it carries one's voice in the most pleasing fashion. This main hall is quite a vast oval-shaped room, but the walls are shelves, carved into small diamond shapes. Each slot contains a scroll to nearly any song someone might wish to hear or practice in it's magic. Among the marvelous white-wood, gold-accented, concert grand piano in the middle of this large room there are a plethora of nearly every musical instrument imaginable, one just has to look.
Nearing further into the castle one's nostrils might pick up on the scent of mouth watering food being cooked wafting from the kitchen which is north of the main room and it also holds an elegant dining area containing a handful of small tables. In the corner of this kitchen there is a winding staircase which travels below where students are bustling to and fro. If you wish to stay, grab your favorite spirits from the well stocked kitchen and listen to the bardic magics, relax in one of the many luxurious sofas strewn about these to areas. Off to the east corner of the main hall, there is a locked staircase with an outreaching design in onyx stone overlay which is seemingly inking over into the pristine luxury you’ve found yourself in. It's as if the area above holds a darkness that's attempting to leak out into this little slice of heaven… Better just leave that door alone.
Brennia was just heading out with her bodyguard when the hurried Hobbit nearly ran into them and she smiled down at her friend and her friend’s new friend. Something's familiar about the boy, but she cannot place it, “Oh, Mary-Anne! You know you can always just call me Brennia,” deep blue eyes travel from the hobbit to Bastion, “hello there.”
Bastion wasn't a vain creature, and valued humility as central part of his philosophies. As such, the grandeur of Schezerade did very little to impress him... all it truly did was impress upon him the nature of the Avian people, and their deep seated vanity. Many looked down on him as he walked, many of them simply overhead... but he didn't seem too bothered by this. As a peasant monk, he was used to walking among, and working with, his betters. Social elites and the rich, politicians and powerful gangsters. They were all the same to him... people with too much power, the ability to affect the lives of the many, and too few of them cared about the effects they had. Thus, he was quite reserved upon meeting Brennia, giving a gentle, cherubic smile, and introducing himself politely, stating that he came to help the good hobbit lady fetch something important.
Brennia took the queue from Miss Dewfoot-Barrows when she excused herself and mentioned she needed to fetch something from the offices. She stayed with the seeming little boy or girl and in the distance of the grand hall some light flute music can be heard, “welcome to the Bard’s College, Bastion.” Her sultry alto timbre soothing in it’s own and one might take note that she leaves her own last name out of the mention. Liberty eyes spot the ocarina and she continues to speak to the boy as if he were an adult and her equal, “do you play, Bastion?” It could be a bit off putting, but Brennia always had a talent to make any and all around her feel listened to and important.
Bastion didn't need much validation, in spite of his appearance. He was blessed with a gift for charming others, and his dedication to his work made him many friends, who oft praised him. Still, he felt Brennia's own charismatic ability, and gave her a soft smile. "Not to the caliber of a member of the bard's guild, certainly, but I do play the ocarina. I began making them as a hobby when I was very young, and was taught to play by a traveling troubadour who visited the monastery often." The troubadour had been smitten with one of the monks of the order, though their romance had been kept a secret. Bastion was good at keeping such secrets... he'd had one of his own to keep, in that he was the only male who had lived there. He unstringed the ocarina, and raised it, holding it like a cherished memento. It was a twelve hole piece, a more complex ocarina with a larger range of notes. He didn't play though, instead listening to the flute filtering out of the college.
Brennia shrugs, “the college is accepting of all and that is what this place is for - honing the skill. The guild on the other hand is a broad spectrum of beings with the ability to move the soul or mind with word or note.” The flute notes move on beyond the great hall and below to the dormitories while she watches Bastion in anticipation, “would you play for me?” She grinned once more in her request.
Bastion looked between Brennia and the ocarina, and fidgeted with it. "I'm sure I'm not quite up to par, even with apprentices of the bardic college. I wouldn't want to embarrass myself, especially while such lovely flute playing is going on. It really is beautiful." Perhaps he was just being modest, or didn't actually have any confidence in his playing. "It's nice to know that the art of music is appreciated and studied in these lands. There is much good that can come from music."
Brennia grins wider, “I agree.” She pauses and looks around as more students have filed into the main hall to set up the platform where they put on plays, poetry slams, or musical performances. They do this every so often to show each other how they have grown and support one another in their bardic journey, “I have an idea…. The students and guild members are about to create for one another. Relax and have fun… If you get the itch to get up there and play, go for it.” She winks down at him before taking a seat when a rather tall athletic avain bard by the name of Hinder took the stage with his saxophone. He is good… Well - the performance is definitely captivating with the new instrument constructed in these lands. New and old, novice and master are all welcomed to come on up and strut their stuff while Brennia blends in with the crowd as to not cause a distraction with her presence.
Will has traveled quite a ways to make it here. His own business abroad has had him in places far and wide throughout this land, and others. Much has changed since he was last here, new faces in charge, old ones gone. A particular parasite's presence isn't missed, that's for sure, but the whereabouts of his sister is something he needs to look up on. The old crew has dispersed, but such is the nature of a rogue's gallery like that. A new dealer would be found, but for now new roots need to be lain. The sound of music can be heard a good distance away, and the peaceful nature in the streets makes it easy for him to travel through without drawing too much attention. His old line of work never allows such skills to become rusty, and old habits die hard. The half elf slips into the college in a wave of students, the lyre on his back making it a bit easier to blend in. Once inside, the Lyastri heir simply takes time to look things over, study his surroundings and just observe for now. Information is invaluable, and he'd like to get all he can about this Bard's College. His mother, Aryanna, would be so proud he has decided to get back into school.
Cadence had been sitting outside amongst the tree’s, a small orb of yellow fluttering about when a tune caught her ear and stopped her in her tracks. A melody that warmed her heart, and moved her to sing. Such a small thing, humming about in the tree’s. If one were to walk by they may think it but a whisper in the wind. But then the melody stopped, and a new one began. This one completely different from the last, and again, the change came. Her interest had been peaked. Cadence fluttered to the base of a tree, out of sight from prying eyes before taking to a more humanoid form. She stood but 5’2, The form of a human woman with slightly pointed ears. Her chocolate skin glowing radiantly. Kind green eyes peered around before she moved, following her ears towards the sound of music. She would find herself entering the Bardic College. Cadence greeted everyone she passed a smile from her soft pink lips. Long black hair cascaded down her back, and within it were a whole manner of various kinds of butterflies which would come and go, encircling her and flying off at random. Her small form was completely cloaked in a deep brown leather. Cadence took to the front of the audience, wanting to see and hear up close the magic that each student made with their different forms of artistic expression.
Celandine | The six foot two and a half female avian heard the music already playing, she was late again. Studying up on was to produce different types of notes she didn't know possible to do on her enchanted lyre, standing up she took off to make it to the group. Stumbling over her own boots, turned the ava in into a rolling ball of feathers. Landing face against the ground, bottom up and leg tangled up against her chest. White wings that ombre into black tips sprawled out to her sides, standing up blushing as she rubbed her face. Looking around as she draped her wings trying to hide the embarrassed expression, few of her fellow stupid whisper about how clumsy their fellow student was. Before she knew it one if the performing students grabbed Celandine and pulled her up on stage. Placing the enchanted lyre into the slender hands, whispering for her to play. Celandine’s jaw drops seeing how many gathered making her want to rub away and get sick. Slowly she began running the slender fingers over the strings, plucking them to echo throughout the building along with the current performer. A deep swallow given as butterflies began to flew from her stomach.
Brennia all of the newcomers get a smile and a nod from the guild headmistress, but when Celandine stumbles in Brennia smiles a bit wider until other students are whispering about how clumsy she is. Deep blue eyes stare at them until they notice Brennia looking at them and she gives them a smile to which they blush at… They know better than to behave as such. This is a welcoming and supportive environment and Brennia makes sure it stays that way weather she his following through her usual Dean duties or not. Calendine gets an applause from the crowd that has gathered here and she found her way to Bastion, “go ahead. We are not here to judge you are compare your talent to another. This is just for us.” She offers to the boy in what she hopes in a reassuring tone and smile. A glance to Will and Cadence in hope they would feel secure in joining in the fun as well.
Bastion listened to others play. Metal, golden instruments of loud, low tones, smaller stringed instruments that hummed with magic while their strings were plucked. He just had a little, plain black ocarina, and didn't feel that he belonged in such a place, playing before real bards. Brennia asked him to go, though, and so he swallowed, and went. Stages weren't a thing he was used to... he wasn't used to that sort of attention, wasn't used to entertaining others. He tried to make this clear before he played. "Ah, um. I made this ocarina myself, to play while tending to the sheep of the mountain pastures. The music soothed them after attacks by wolves. I've never really played for people before, though. I hope you like it." He lifted the instrument, hesitantly, to his lips. It was a 12 hole ocarina, a deceptively complex instrument, and well made, from a mysterious material. He played. The melody he elicited with deft fingers and practiced notes was simple, but very pleasant. It was a soothing melody that reminded one of open spaces, freedom. Of the smells of bruised grass, and blue skies, clouds drifting from one horizon to the next, and the petals of flowers carrying in the wind. Indeed, while he played, his spirit manifested a cherry blossom tree behind him, as he went into a trance to play, and pink petals fell about him, all around the stage, staying where they landed. The little boy had his eyes closed while he played, lost in the melody. When he was done, his grip on the ocarina was white knuckled, and his face was blushing crimson.
Bastion gets a rousing round of applause of the small audience. They are moved.
Eirik || Constantine, is an ever-present man; a fixture of art upon the wall. An edged sword waiting. Watching. Scrutinizing every movement. Each twist and turn of every person within this area is analyzed. Unlike the troop he personally commanded, which carried steel swords, shields and spears, Constantine is bare handed. Not that he chooses to fight that way mind you. Instead, the man sent to keep the bards safe by Eirik, leans against a nearby wall, arms crossed. Closely cropped brown hair gives way to oval shaped features and hazel brown eyes. Dressed in trappings of war, this steel collective member is armored, quite lightly. A simplistic nod of awareness is granted to Brennia, though the rest of the group he has not yet had the chance to meet.
Bastion is quick to step down when he's done, the tree vanishing, even if its petals stayed where they lay. He'd shuffle off back to Brennia's side where he'd been, quiet and ponderous in expression.
Will watches and listens for a time, watching as those gathered begin to share their art and pour forth their own beauty into the world in various forms. It is a much more pleasant sight to behold that the rough and seedy crowds that he usually ran with, even if his beloved uncle Tyre surrounded himself in luxury and splendor, it was a facade and hollow. Here, genuine heart was poured into their work, and it was inspiring to behold. So, as they all seem to be just going along the man draws forth the lyre strapped upon his back. It has travel wear, but it's well kept and tuned well. Leaning against a wall the half elf, clad in simple leathers, the bard begins to pluck at the strings of the lyre with a natural gift. Nimble fingers made thieving easy, but it also helped when striking strings at the right time to create a melody that syncs with the other instruments, vocals and sounds that surround them all. The music begins to fall into rhythm all around them, and it is here that William begins to weave into the chords a bardic flow of magic that seems to amplify the music. The slight wave of arcane magic washes over the crowd in a pleasant manner, easily identified by any with such knowledge. To some, the sounds are more appealing, to those playing they feel a slight surge of both inspiration and confidence in their own work, as the simple spell is aimed at amplifying the positive in either perspective.
Will gets a rousing round of applause at the end of his performance as well. All the bard students and guild members moved.
Celandine had left the stages as Bastion joined it, listening along she was amazes at his skill of the ocarina. Next a stranger began playing as well, an inspiration of song became if her and quickly she wrote it down. Only for a female student to read what she wrote, whispering to others, with large smiles they plot. Without her permission she was pushed to the center, some students she had befriended wanted to hear what she had learned as she practice alone; due to being shy ever more bashful. The surrounded students encouraged her on, sucking hot pink lips inwards as the large doe of chestnut color looked around the audience. Seeing the Master Bard, another deep swallow came, stumbling on gravity to sit upon a stool brought to her. The audience of fellow student went quite, ready to her the angelic like voice to ring out. With a deep inhale, calming her nerves a few strong picked as a hum came out of her chest. Dropping a piece of paper on the floor, nervously she plucked more starting off in a slow rhythm. Another hum given, forming her lips in certain way to place a whistle inside the sound. Within seconds nimble voice that shows ability of singing complex melisma. The ability to hold notes for extended periods of time, a voice that transcends through multiple ranges. The lower register is smooth and velvety down and is reached with ease. “I wrote a song it was new to me. Then heard the words and the melody. Then I knew I’d sung this song before.” Another hum came out, but from the paper words float mid air, casting the lyrics for all to see.” Switching to a mid-range is soft yet weighty, and is where the voice is it's sturdiest. “About a life that I once knew. With many years where dreams came true.Than I awoke and dreams would last no more.” Notes are switch up again, sung with a more open throat become more powerful and resonant, having an echo to them. “Passions flames were slowly doused smoke was rising through my house that sound alarms to open every door.” The head voice becomes bright then changing to piercing passing into thick and airy. “ Marking her a mezzo-soprano, because of the avian’s heavy lows and Soprano highs. Amazing ability to quickly change notes in mid word and hold her voice til switched around for the end, “blinded by a beauty’s stare it seemed the dark was always there teaching me to dream with open eyes.” During her entire song everyone would gain a feeling of able to make their dreams come true, or a relaxed feeling of daydreaming delight. Cascading the avian scent to make each being sleep their favorite scent. The words fell back down upon the paper, off the stool picking up the paper as she moved off the stage. Standing in the audience locking arms with a fellow female student. shaking from having just performed for the largest audience in her life. Such song inspired by Will’s own song.
Brennia offered down to Bastion, “that was beautiful. Very calming. The tree was a brilliant addition.” Her wings seemed to shift and fold closer to her form, was she nervous? “I would like to extend the offer to join us in the bard’s guild. I feel like we could all learn from you and share in all of our beautiful talent. If you would like,” she understands he doesn’t do well with crowds, “I think you would fit well with our therapists, or healers. Working with them to help calm the wounded or sickened? What do you say?”
Celandine gets silence at first - the audience in awe and then applause. Brennia made a point to smile and wave at constantine, motioning to the kitchens if he was hungry and to help himself.
Bastion was more than a little surprised by her offer, and when she mentioned therapists and healers, he was rather intrigued. "I actually do acupuncture, massage, and chiropractic. I didn't know the bards guild was involved in such medical practices." Well, he didn't know the guild had even existed a short while ago. Still, it was shocking. "And, ah, the tree. Sorry about that, I know the petals make a mess. It happens, sometimes." He seemed embarrassed about that, too. He watched her wings, a quizzical expression on his face. "I, uh. Well. I don't see a reason not to, I suppose. I have to travel a lot, and work though. I'm on a pilgrimage of labors. But if you help people, then I could learn a lot from you, and perhaps ply my own arts here." He was fidgeting with a strange bracelet on his wrist... one composed of sheathed needles, used for acupuncture, in various metals and sizes.
Brennia would make her way over to Will once she got a response from Bastion. Her sultry alto timbre rising to greet him, “merry meet traveler. It's a long road for the wandering soul of the bard. No?” A warm smile on her lips, “I enjoyed and was moved by your performance and if you are looking for more purpose and a home away from home,” Brennia knows that no bard is truly home for every tavern they play in is temporary and their home is music, “then I would extend an offer to you to join us in the bard’s guild. Where we share and learn from each other to only bring beauty across lithrydel with our talent.”
Will hears the applause given to him, but isn't so inexperienced to allow it to hinder his own play. Though the sheer size of the crowd is quite the sight, the bard has performed under dire situations during his own "jobs", and since neither his life or any others are at stake, the man plays simply for the pleasure of it and nothing more. Freedom, in a sense, comes with this and it allows the rogue to lose himself in his own weave. Runes that were etched into the lyre flare to life as he continues to play, causing more bardic magic to weave itself into every chord struck. As more join in, the half elf simply aims to aid these artist in each of their own craft with his gifts. Sylvan blood runs through his veins, and even his father was a capable master of magic both divine and archaic in nature, so his natural gifts bloomed in this form of bardic abilities, honed in the depths of the underdark under the guidance of his Uncle Tyre. Influence such as his gifts were became a tremendous advantage for the band of outlaws, and for years the boy was trained by numerous tutors, paid by his uncle. But such seems to have instilled a love for the music, which in turns seems to only bolster his abilities more here in this haven of musical development and commonwealth. His fingers once again pluck at the strings of that lyre, infused by bardic magic to continue the inspiration and appreciation all the same.
Will continues to play as he is met by the avian with an offer. Her voice, sweet and soft as velvet is met by his response of. "I'm just a vagabond that was passing through, I've little to offer such an esteemed establishment such as any guild, if I may be honest."
Brennia is rather intrigued by Bastion and nods, “I cannot wait to learn of these talents you have as well.” it was genuine and oddly humble for an avian to admit they do not know everything. She let out a light and short chuckle, “I am sure I could be of use! These wings and all. This campaign has me stressed!”
Eirik || Constantine gives a small, soldiers wave to Brennia - acknowledging that he has indeed caught her hint. Though instead he delays getting food in order to watch the bards and their craft. It isn't often that one gets to lounge and watch such skill free of charge. Well... Sort of. But he is paying for it, while technically being 'on duty'.
Brennia lets her grin widen, “that doesn’t matter to the likes of us and if I may be honest we are just a carefree bunch that loves to play. You could always have a room to stay and work to be had if you chose.” A slight shrug, “come and go as you please. Are you sure?” Her smile pokes adorable dimples into caramel cheeks in her second offer. “And if I may add no matter what type of esteemed establishment we find ourselves in there is always room for improvement, no?” Speaking one artist to the other.
Will finishes the last part of his latest song as Brennia once more offers him acceptance into the Guild, to which the bard smirks and says. "Then it would be a honor to be among such individuals." He quickly adds in a playful tone. "And to have a chance at legitimate work." If they only knew what his work was before, legitimate was a foreign word.
Celandine didn’t realize until she thought back that someone else was playing along in her song, looking back to the stranger; Will. She would twirl the platinum blonde hair which ombre into black at the tips like her wings matching them perfectly. Shyly she wiggled her fingers with a girly giggle, turning around to her friend whispering about his skill. Than they looked to Bastion, another wave given but not willing as the friend had forced her to wave. Inhaling fast and deeply she spun around quickly, causing her large wings to smack the person beside her. Turning around again to smack her friend giving her a mouthful of wing, with a yelp Cela turned around beginning her three part apology trying not to laugh as the friend spat out a feather.
Will catches the wave from the blonde avian across the room, and offers a charming smile and a wink before she'd turn away in response. He was good at noticing attention from a distance, such was a key practice in his older line of work, especially if they were a cute girl.
Eirik || Finally Constantine drops his grin and makes his way toward the kitchens as noted by Brennia. It would only be a matter of minutes before the guard returned to his duties and continued to hang out in the background.
Celandine and the friend looked back to Will to see the charming smile and a wink! The friend nudges her whispering more about him as her eyes didn't move away. Celandine for eyes went even more large, glancing at him with a face red as a cherry. Back to her friend as they giggle, leaving the crowd the avian escaped into the kitchen to bring back two fruit smoothies. Only to find her friend had moved closer to Will, giving a grin of mischief . Speeding up, dropping her wings to avoid bumping into anyone. Handing her friend the smoothie, who turned and approached Will. “Dean Smyth.” Bows her head, “Excuse me, but Celandine went and made a fruit smoothie for our stranger.” Cela jaw dropped, turning around to watch the other perform.