LupusIntus

A New Day; Cozy Fantasy Village Life

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Rinn Arniman

Interactions: @xaltwind, @dragonydas, @Rune_Alchemist, @CitrusArms, @BunniesOfDoom, @Remram

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Another stunning beauty was at Rinn’s side in a moment and he nearly blushed at the way she took charge, guiding him through the square. “My lady, you speak only the truth as I see it and I would, of course, be honored to aid you with any task you might desire.” Rinn flashed her a brilliant, ernest, smile. “I do so wonder what stories YOU will create in this land of opportunity!” Before he was passed off again! It was, of course, not unexpected to be the most popular person in any space.

He simply had that effect on people.

“I am at your service, my lady, though I’m afraid I can weave a tale only half as well as you weave a blanket.” He marveled a moment at her current project and the way her fingers flew through the work with nary an instant of hesitation. “Many a heart kept warm by her touch, shared through-“ He stopped suddenly as Deryl entered the room, large muscles bulging beneath his tight shirt as they strained beneath of a crate full of metal tools. “This village has done nothing but amaze.” He said softly, mind already spinning through a rather raunchy limerick about a blacksmith who could handle every tool.

“Good ser,” He began with a slight bow, looking to both Sheryl and Deryl, where his eyes lingered a bit longer. Absently, his fingers flicked lightly at the strings of his instrument in a relaxing improvised melody. “I am Rinn Arniman, teller of tales and seeker of stories. It seems we’re to be neighbors in this endeavor! How might I assist you and this burgeoning community?”

A New Day; Cozy Fantasy Village Life

Sorry @bunniesofdoom and @xaltwind, been a really rough week here. Hope to get my response up tonight.

A New Day; Cozy Fantasy Village Life

“I will now perform my best number!”
*brings bow to string just as the floor beneath just MacKinnon’s chair gives him out and they plummet into the secret underground tunnels beneath the town.*

Umbra Rose Condos

Been traveling with just mah phone but I’ll get a post up here tomorrow, if I can!

A New Day; Cozy Fantasy Village Life

... I think Remram just became my favorite.
"Tie him into pretzel-knots." Now there's a line I'm gonna hafta remember for future use. XD

Poor bard... He's getting the typical bard-reception... In that nobody will love him... :P

@Xaltwind

Ha! Like he would expect to be loved by people he only just met.
He’s only given them one performance, after all, and true love usually comes around song number three.

A New Day; Cozy Fantasy Village Life

--- Center of Town ---

Rinn Arniman

Interactions: @xaltwind, @dragonydas, @Rune_Alchemist, @CitrusArms, @BunniesOfDoom, @Remram

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The fine resin bow continued to glide effortlessly across the strings as Rinn regarded the young elf with delight, like playing was more of a reflex than a conscious action. “Myrr the Alchemist!” He said in wonder as he finished the song with a flourish, one tip of the bow poking between his teeth as his mind spun through potential lyrics. “With eyes of emerald and skin as fair as a spring morning, her love potions are sure to steal your heart with a single sip!”

A dwarf suddenly appeared between them, causing the young noble to blink in surprise. The stout figure was speaking quickly and when he finished Rinn’s face broke into a broader grin. “A dwarf as well!” He said brightly, clapping the fellow on the shoulder, the bow still held between his fingers and now dangling behind the dwarf’s ear. He clearly had not listened to Brom’s words… “A dwarf, an elf, and a bard walk into a village… a joke in the making!” Rinn laughed, the brim of his hat bouncing along with his curly brown locks, before stopping suddenly, serious. “Or perhaps an epic tale… against all odds, surviving and thriving where others could not! There will be much to be remembered here, my friends!” Twisting around, he put his other hand, still clutching the vielle, over Myrr’s shoulder. “I will be sure to take it all down so that I might do justice to your accomplishments!”

His topaz eyes blinked. “Well… to-be accomplishments, as it were!”

Releasing them both, he walked a pace when another of the gathered group called out. The handsome fellow in the quite intriguing garb of unknown origin asked about weapons. “Oh, I am more than capable of dealing with a rapscallion who would threaten us!” He said, turning to present the surprisingly plain hilt of his rapier, with its curved steel hand-guard and leather-wrapped grip. One of the few pieces he wore without a clear purpose of eye-catching extravagance. “Though monsters… Monsters! What might we find from the old tales in every bard’s repertoire? Wyverns? Ogres? A cockatrice?! The young heroes felling a beast on their first day would make a fine opening verse!”

A New Day; Cozy Fantasy Village Life

--- Center of Town ---

Rinn Arniman

Interactions: @xaltwind, @dragonydas, @Rune_Alchemist, @CitrusArms, @BunniesOfDoom, @Remram

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Rinn gimmaced again at the brat's 'bird-man' comment, one eye twitching as she turned her jam-stained cheeks toward him and presented her bright red tongue. He stuck his right back at her, hands grabbing the side of his face to make the most childlike insulting face he could muster to which she responded ten-fold. They went back and forth like this for several moments as the old man talked, completely oblivious to the psychological war going on behind his back. The bard was seriously considering giving her a lesson in not-so-nice language when he turned back and presented the bag.

"O-oh!" Rinn muttered, slightly confused but the pain in his stomach silenced any further questions. He took the sack hesitantly, almost as if expecting some sort of trick, but the man just kept on with his friendly old-man smile. "Thank... you." A hand reached in and came back with a loaf of sourdough, still soft as if it had come out of the oven only that morning. Rinn's eyes sparkled as he marveled at it, delighted at the way the bread pulled apart in his fingers. The taste brought a tear to his eye as he swallowed his first bite before devouring the rest like a starving wolf at a fresh kill.

"Good sir!" He shouted, getting to his feet so quickly it caused Wilma to squeek in shock. "You have saved my life this day! I vow to repay your kindness ten- no a HUNDRED fold in the days to come!" The wide-brimmed hat came down and he bowed low before straightening with a hand held aloft as if commanding an army of ten-thousand knights despite the crumbs still speckling his cheeks. "A HUNDRED FOLD!"

"He broken, grampy..." Wilma said in a poor attempt at a whisper.

With a belly full of bread, Rinn let the girl's comment slide as he drew the vielle from his back, one wrist flicking the bow from its leather holster and drawing a soft note across the 4 strings. His topaz eyes looked over the other folks still present in the square. "My name is Rinn Arniman and I hope to serve you fine people the most extraordinary entertainment in this beautifu- this charming- this-..." The words faltered as he shifted his gaze to the surrounding dilapidated buildings just as some rotted beam finally gave up the ghost and a portion of nearby roof collapsed inward with a crash. "this village."

Rinn's fine boots clicked as he stepped across the wagon bed, the bow of the vielle moving in time as the squat, wooden instrument

sang out a light and energetic ascending scale

. The notes were clear and pure, cutting through the air like a warm knife through butter. He stepped down gracefully, without breaking his stride and as he settled on the dirt the sound reached a peak and hung with heart-stopping anticipation. His eyes sparkled as he felt the tension pull his own heart strings. The bow began to dance, calling forth a tune remeniscent of spring, of love, of unwavering hope in a brighter future. Anyone who listened might find their weariness lifted, if just a little, and their steps a bit lighter. Rinn's entire body moved with the music as if the notes themselves came from his very bones and for a brief moment his eyes closed as he lost himself completely in the sound echoing through the old village.

It was only a moment as he drifted across the square, deftly skirting the elf woman and her collection of tools as well as the crumbling well where she worked, but then Rinn's bright eyes found a petite golden-haired elf just off to the side, her delicate hands clutching the worn bindings of a much-loved book, and his course shifted. The vielle continued to sing, though the volume softened considerably as he sidled up beside her. "The beauty of the elves is like the finest painting of a master." Rinn's tenor voice purred as he tipped his head politely though his eyes never left hers. "Truly you are the inspiration for many a fine song and poem, my lady. Might a humble bard know your name?"

A New Day; Cozy Fantasy Village Life

Should get my post up today! Spoony bard mode: ACTIVATE

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<Snipped quote by Xaltwind>

Until the one reincarnator starts absorbing the Skills of everything he eats and evolves into UBERGODULTRAMEGA-SLIME KING! Then we're ALL dead matter.

@Zeroth

Wait, whose innate power is the literal ‘worst’ until suddenly it is actually the strongest of all time?

Umbra Rose Condos

@Lupusintus
*Pats on head*
You're a precious snowflake and full of unique potential. That'll do, pig. That'll do.

@Xaltwind

Yeah but I look like this