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...
Fate tickles me as I launch myself forward, knowing I’ll trip and tumble, seemingly...
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,...
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...