Chronicles of the Chosen IV
The Halfling
Since he was a Halfling living in human lands he wouldn’t usually expect a lot of respect. But he commanded it as a bard.
Bad audiences have ended up having his favourite instrument played, it looks like an ornate Classical guitar, but a D7 minor and it becomes a crossbow. This venue had, had him before. They didn’t want any fatalities this time around. They insisted on him using their instruments. Sadly this evening somebody didn’t believe his performance was palatable.
Out of a crowd a knife flew, hitting the owner of the bars finest set of drums. Instantly a rush of wind with its fist raised high swept in-between the crowd’s legs and darted out of the door, and stole an ornate classical guitar with more than one secret.
The Halfling had become an avatar of the gods.
Bad audiences have ended up having his favourite instrument played, it looks like an ornate Classical guitar, but a D7 minor and it becomes a crossbow. This venue had, had him before. They didn’t want any fatalities this time around. They insisted on him using their instruments. Sadly this evening somebody didn’t believe his performance was palatable.
Out of a crowd a knife flew, hitting the owner of the bars finest set of drums. Instantly a rush of wind with its fist raised high swept in-between the crowd’s legs and darted out of the door, and stole an ornate classical guitar with more than one secret.
The Halfling had become an avatar of the gods.
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