Bard’s Quip about Being Knocked Unconscious
“I haven’t blacked out this much since my first year in bard’s...
“I haven’t blacked out this much since my first year in bard’s...
I pull back the bowstring like a circus master pulling back the curtain. What flies forth...
The battlefield is my circus: my bow bends like a contortionist and launches my arrow...
Like a juggler at the fair, my hands move in complex spirals—too fast to track, too...
[Perceived] Before you sits an ornate chair, the thick layer of dust only...
“So, what are some of your interests? Favorite color? Do you own any pets? At this...
“Perhaps I don’t joke out of glee or malice, perhaps I make jokes because I am...
“Good lord! We only need to defeat our enemies—not turn them into...
The priest strides into the temple with bloodied knuckles, his robes painted crimson....
“Do you think you could slow down and give the rest of us a chance to get a shot in?...