[09:13:56] ‹zanzarino› thanks for the help guys
[09:14:40] ‹Higurashi› Anytime.
[09:15:12] ‹antiaverage› I'll email you
[09:16:32] ‹zanzarino› before you guys go, I found this great PM that someone sent to themselves before I banned them
[09:16:40] ‹antiaverage› as in 'awesome' or 'humorously bad'?
[09:16:52] ‹zanzarino› see for yourself
From:
CleanOnionTo:
CleanOnionMy friends brought me to a tabletop game
I wondered why bards could cast spells
Wizards and fighters got all the fame
But bards were also doing quite well
I looked for any relevant page
On the bard's power of stage
To no avail
I had failed
But I was using minimum wage.
I got a new job, you see
I purchased a book on old tales
Most of it was mythology
But one page was someone's old mail
I found the answer to my thought
In the story of Marcus the Bard
He started out as a wizard, but not
(His spells were printed on cards.)
One day, in late August, his home burned to the ground.
A flashing blue light, giving off a sharp sound.
He followed it to a strangely shaped mound.
There was a sign buried deep in the ground.
"When the time is right
And day turns to night
A blue flashing light
Will lead you to fight"
Marcus, he turned. A monster arose.
The monster had eyes, but no mouth or nose.
He ran, but too slow
And nowhere to go
The thing burnt off a chunk of his clothes.
He prayed to the goddess of light
Despite being close to midnight
His wish then came true:
All things he could do
As long as the motive was right.
Arcane power filled him from within
Marcus purged the monster of sin
He had won! Had he not?
But it seems he forgot
That it was never so easy to win.
The power within Marcus burst
His blessing was really a curse
Those closer noticed it first
Magic was now invoked by verse
So now bards can cast spells, and bards can use magic
But what happened to Marcus the Bard is quite tragic.
