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The Changeling Entertainer
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Locke the Bard ✨He/They♥️Chaotic Neutral 🎶 Graduate of the College of Glamour 🎶 #OCRP #DNDRP #MVRP #BG3RP #FE3HRP
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The bard stopped for a moment to look around the clearing of the hut. They shrugged. There didn’t seem to be anyone about, or any security measures to zap, fry, or entangle him. The only thing left to do was to step up to the door and knock.

“Hello? Is anyone in?”
“Hello?” They called out, still walking in the direction of the smoke.

“Is someone here? I certainly hope nothing that isn’t supposed to be on fire is on fire…“

That couldn’t be, the general vibe of the forest and the fauna within was too calm.
They reached out to put a hand on each shoulder.

“Right in front of you! I just thought it best to- er… make myself scarce with that fellow around. How far away is the town?”
“His little sister is adorable,” she comments, still trying to figure out how the heck Locke had just disappeared.

“I think there’s a small town south of here where you coul—ok, WHERR are you??”
“I’ll say, he looked half ready to kill someone before you opened that pretty mouth of yours. Stern fellow. I’d hate to be his daughter.” They winked, forgetting they were still invisible.

“Still, perhaps there’s a tavern in the castle town. Some less disruptive venue to play.”
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>> joined the fray, slinging their lute around their shoulders to shred out, a thunderwave spell. It blasted several goblins into the air, flying towards her.

“Hey! Catch!”
>> and having the time of her life. Her axe ran through them like a hot knife through butter.

“Ahem. Pardon me?” he said, as the carnage continued. The goblins ignored him as they flung themselves at her to avenge their fallen brothers.

“So that’s how it is, eh?” They shrugged and>>
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Lost in the woods, sure he had been headed the right way to town for about half an hour, the bard heard a kerfuffle and decided it may be a good way to ask for directions. They happened upon a grisly scene; an orc, surrounded by a mob of goblins>>
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This garden gnome and I are about to have words, his pointy cap and shifty eyes always judging me.
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“Quick of Feet and Quick of Thinking. That’s how you get by as a Merc.”

- RP Account for my FFXIV OC, Markus Terrazi.

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Locke has heard no such talk, but they /have/ been traveling all day. Eugh.

Perhaps that plume of smoke is an inn or a tavern he can stay the night in. His gig isn’t for 2 more days anyway… they changed course to go towards it.
>>collided with the mage and went down. A head popped up from mess of black and navy cloak.

“Oh!! Terribly sorry, I had no chance of seeing you there at all!”
Locke happened to be paying less attention. They were in the zone, as they called it, letting their mind wander to the wonder of the Fey realm as he closed his eyes or looked to the sky.

[🎲 2+5 Dexterity Save ]

“Oh da-“ they half-swore, scattering playing cards like an injured hedgehog as they>>
- at least not until he bumped into them, sending both mage and bard tumbling towards the ground, in Solarion's case, face first.

"...ow..."
Thank goodness, she hasn’t asked /why/ I was in Enbarr . . .
“I’ll say, he looked half ready to kill someone before you opened that pretty mouth of yours. Stern fellow. I’d hate to be his daughter.” They winked, forgetting they were still invisible.

“Still, perhaps there’s a tavern in the castle town. Some less disruptive venue to play.”
Turning back, Dorothea is understandably baffled to see…no one.

“What the—!!”

She startles when the musician’s voice domes out of thin air, eyes narrowing in attempt to locate his invisible silhouette if she can.

“It did…didn’t it…?”

What the hell type of traveling merchant…bard?…WAS this Locke?
As kind as it was, Locke has already an incantation to turn invisible as she’s turned around.

“Yes, well…” Seteth said and nodded, “good to keep the flocks spirits high.”

He went on to peruse one of the market stalls as there’s a tap on Dorothea’s shoulder.

“Psst.” Came Locke’s voice from>>
>> “Hey, that went better than I thought it might go.”
As kind as it was, Locke has already an incantation to turn invisible as she’s turned around.

“Yes, well…” Seteth said and nodded, “good to keep the flocks spirits high.”

He went on to peruse one of the market stalls as there’s a tap on Dorothea’s shoulder.

“Psst.” Came Locke’s voice from>>
The description of their apparent visitor causes Thea’s expression do fall as well.

“Spot on.”

A brilliant smile lights her face as she turns to greet the green haired man in question.

“Seteth! I’d never have guessed YOU were a fan of the musical arts,” oh she is turning the charm on STRONG for-
After the song, Locke’s smile drops as he looks over Dorothea’s shoulder. They cleared their throat.

“Uhm. Ahem. Dorothea,would that Seteth fellow you mentioned happen to be a green haired fellow that looks rather cross?”
After the song, Locke’s smile drops as he looks over Dorothea’s shoulder. They cleared their throat.

“Uhm. Ahem. Dorothea,would that Seteth fellow you mentioned happen to be a green haired fellow that looks rather cross?”
“Better than being on cooking duty,” she returns the firm handshake, soon joining her voice with his lute to lure in more marketgoers (even Hanneman meanders by, enjoying the jaunty tune.)

She’d heard this one a few times, oddly from other street performers rather than within the opera house, and-
“Well, if you’ve naught else to do but be an accessory to this vagrancy, I’m happy to provide the music!” He shook her hand, and slung the cloak on their shoulders back to the ground where it assumed the form of a hat once again.

He strummed the lute with a more upbeat melody>>