Ozymandias's new perch in Port Hampstead

[Praylor Falcus]

Many are the day's most of us have entered the town and seen the Master bard, ever standing in the same location. He's wisdom available to any whom would ask. He's stories and history of Layanara informative and entertaining.


  Tis this reason i ask the following, One more versed in the written text, and far more eloquent of verbage, to submit a request to the town council. The purpose being that the master bard is an asset to any he meets and anything we could do to assist him should be done.


  My purposal is to have a chair placed at his chosen perch sight, perhaps with a bench or two for others of us to sit a partake of his wisdom and knowledge of the past. The cost of such of course will be made myself and others that relize his importance to all whom benefit from his presense. to wit i seed the collection with a pledge of one thousand trues to go to purchase and placement of the Master Bards perch

  Praylor Falcus.

[miltonyorkcastle]

*a ragged piece of parchment is tacked below Praylor's note by a silver dagger. the words displayed are in common, and appear to be written in some sort of reddish-brown ink. there is no signature*
  "The wisdom of the so-called master bard will soon freeze in the depths of the Abyss. Give him a perch, that it may be torn out from under him."

[Praylor Falcus]

*walks by sees the ragged parchment, he stops and reads it, his jaw clenches and just as he looks as if he is about to speak, a sudden calm comes over him. He removes the dagger and the ragged parchment. Flips the dagger around in the air and catches it by the handle, and says*

  Thanks for the donation to the master bards fund, silver will fetch a nice bit of true for the fund.

[ShiffDrgnhrt]

*tacks a small note wit a dart*

I am willing to throw some coin in for the Bard.
Come find me.

Latherian

[EdTheKet]

An elegantly moving hooded figure disembarks from the skiff that took her from a larger ship anchored deeper in the harbor. She walks to the inn, and notices the message. She reads it and chuckles coldly while she rests her hands on the pommels of her blades. She mutters:

"So... the Spinner of Lies lives still, and some now want to offer him a chair."

Still laughing softly, but coldly, she spins around, her cloak seems to wrap around her and as she walks towards the still open door, all of a sudden she's gone. The open door looking out into the darkness, where a sun should be, but is not. A brief whisper is heard on a breeze that wafts into the inn: "Walk in darkness..."

[SuperMunch]

*Freldo notices that the red inked sign has been taken down and asks Toby if it was either Kali or Jharl.*

*At his response Freldo laughs and takes down the original notice, folding it into a paper hat that he gives to the first passing child on the streets of Leringard.*

[lonnarin]

*Farros tacks up a notice*

"I demand a mahoganey stage with a pit to dive into, 2,000lbs of pyrotechnic powder, an entourage of 12 Ladies in Waiting, another 24 ready for action, 16 kegs of Dwarf Sledge Draft, a large inflatable patchwork leather floating balloon shaped like Hrothgar, 42grams of Plains Exceptional with either an ivory or crystal pipe, a platinum helm filled to the brim with cottage cheese, mithral guitar strings, a sacrificial owlbear, 3lbs of diamond dust and an orcish drummer.  If my demands aren't met within the fortnight, I shall be forced to sing that song about Stumpy, the Ogre with Four Toes again.  And really loudly too; complete with the extended Alto-falsetto chorus.

-Farros Galdor

P.S. one of those nifty blueberry pies with a bucket of extra-spicey chickenwings would be nice too"