Songs For All - OTA

[donovan_deegan]

🧙 WHO: Donovan and whomever
⚔️️ WHAT: Not being barred from being the Bard (Catch-all)
🕒 WHEN: Jan-Feb
🗺️ WHERE: Any public tavern, bar, or inn like building that will allow a bard to lay a pan and perform.
⚠️ WARNINGS: Bad puns. Possible violence/gore mentions. And bad puns. No. Seriously bad puns. You have been warned.






The white haired man in the bright pink pants stepped off the stage and collected his tip bowl. After giving the owner's their share, he settled in for his supper, open seats all around him. Feel free to join the guitarist who just more than earned his keep with amazing songs of far off worlds sung in a deep rich wonderful voice?

Comments

cw: crude innuendo

[donovan_deegan]

"Everyone is important," he said, a little too casually. "But I am guessing you meant how is he relevant in this context, yes?"

He grinned a bit. "As for that, well, that starts because I might have lost my temper. See, we were just getting into town in time to hear the lawyer trying to goad the white mage into throwing a punch that would get him arrested for assault on top of everything else. Thankfully someone with a more level head was close enough to stop him and got to the boy first. But we were close enough to witness it while the lawyer's bodyguards tried to stop us from joining the conversation. So I decided to give them a little autograph, a memento to recall the time they failed to stop the famous Bard Donovan Deegan. So I signed their clothes. With my sword. They did let us through after that," he said with a bit of a smug grin.

The grin faded. "The lawyer recognized me, which was good. He tried poking at me, which was fine. As you well know, being a performer requires a thick skin. None of his barbs were sharp enough to cut at me. At least, not the ones aimed my way. Unfortunately, however, he also knew Lars. Or specifically, and relevantly to your question, Lars' son."

He sighed and sipped his drink. "Szark is generally a good boy, but like many people did, he went through a dark period in his life. He briefly lost his fight with the demon wound in his side and gave into some more... demonic impulses. Well the lawyer made some crude innuendo about Szark needing some new pants every time he dueled," killed someone, but that was beside the point, "so I informed the lawyer that he would need new pants every time he insulted my friend. And I did it by signing his pants the way I signed the guard's shirts. He wasn't on the fence about being foiled, but I got the point across and he withdrew for the time being."

He sipped his drink again to gauge the reaction so far.

[milkmycattle]

There's one phrase that gets stuck in Crow's head. It isn't what's been said about Lars's son, which was pretty fucked up, but the redhead can accept that information well enough. Once Donovan stops, he decides to point it out.

"So when you say you signed their clothes with your sword? You're cutting away at them...in broad daylight?! So they're walking around naked?! That's cruel!"

He then laughs, bringing attention to all the puns inserted into that one sentence. "Did you just stick three puns in one sentence? That's weak! So, you stopped them from using the accountant's son against him? Or did they come up with some other scheme?"

[donovan_deegan]

"I signed their clothes. They stayed on, just with big D shaped holes," he said, a little too innocently. "They might have deserved worse, but the poor people of Barthis had already suffered enough, who was I to force the to see that?"

Yes, he is a good aligned troll, why ever do you ask?

"No, if I stuck one in every day, that would have been week," he corrected signaling for a refill. Once he had it, he took a sip then continued his tale.

"Oh, the lawyer had plenty of schemes," he said. "But so did we. Or at least, we would. Later. For the time being, the White Mage needed something to lift his spirits so he could come up with the will and brains to fight. Thankfully I knew exactly the right tone to set when we spoke. And I'd been prepared. I'd brought a pair of axes." He touched his guitar to make it clear what sort of axe he meant. "I won't string you along, though. We got to rocking out. It had been too long since we had a good jam session, anyway. We were so in the zone the White Mage didn't even realize we'd drawn a crowd till we finished. I knew, but then I always had a good sense for when I had an audience. Comes from having a son who is one of the strongest Seers in the planes." He grinned, and wondered if his current audience would start to pick up on some of the hints.

"Well, it didn't take long for us to realize that the crowd was the answer to the dilemma of the money. I was well known enough as a Bard," he said, in what had to be the understatement of the century. Saying he was well known enough was like saying Merlin dabbled in magic. He was known in every part of his world, even the ones that did not permit or welcome humans, and he was known on other worlds as well. "And with my skill and his, and some help from a few specific people... we formed a plan. The battle for Barthis." He grinned. "A benefit concert. Of course, the lawyer wasn't about to let us get away with that without a fight..."

He sipped is drink again.