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...
A four piece am I: First is my bow the tool of my trade, then the string—of gut it is...
Ammunition, Assassin, Ballroom, Bard, Combat, Music, Player, Ranged weapon, Verse
I stride like the tide, my crashing throw wide, from the force of a tsunami this fool...
Like a terrier nipping at the heels of a bull, I lunge in and lunge out, ever moving,...
Fate tickles me as I launch myself forward, knowing I’ll trip and tumble, seemingly...
Like punctuating the last line of a poem, I flourish my [weapon] and poke! Right...
Precision is poetry. My actions ooze rhythm, each step an iamb. I position my...
[Perceived] Before you sits an ornate chair, the thick layer of dust only...
One musician’s score, sitting open on a music stand, contains scribbles in the margins....
This lot is a scroll of aged parchment, unfurled to display lines of writing in black...