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From: tjaxon@... <tjaxon@...>
To: eqbards@onelist.com <eqbards@onelist.com>
Date: Tuesday, April 20, 1999 12:49 PM
Subject: [eqbards] Re: Hail from Pistov of Cazic-Thule

>From: tjaxon@...
>
>I agree - Bards do NOT have to be the bringers of sweetness and light to
>the world. The idea that Bards should provide their services for free
>goes against my thoughts on why we are ALL trying to play Bards...we are
>each free to do as we please! Some might want to charge an arm and leg
>for their services (and sometimes that is a cheap price if a corpse is
>in deadly territory!), some might wish to gain a reputation for being a
>"nice" guy or gal and do it for free. Nothing should be set in stone...

He is not such a good god, I have learned, but I can say one thing for
certain about ol' Bristley: He's not stuck up and all hoighty toighty like
the other gods. Personally, I have found followers of life to be bordering
on fanatics. And I will never go to war on the pixies with my wood elf
brothers and sisters, those poor pixies are just having fun. And who could
kill such cute creatures, nearly transparent robes covering their shapely
little frames? Ai yi yi!

I don't believe I am good or evil, but kind of a trickster like Bristlebane,
here's a story of how I worship my god through my actions: This giant
barbarian woman screeched that she was about to commit suicide, so everyone
in greater Faydrak could hear her, "Come and get free stuff." I turned
around, and there she was, standing right by me there at the main lift to
Kelethin. So I decided to make some small talk, y'know ask why she was
killing herself all that. Shamans are weird, never did get an answer. But
perhaps it was because all manner of folk soon had me wedged in front of
her, I couldn't even move! With a great leap and accelerando, I managed to
free myself, and then climbed a hill to look down on them all. They were
this clump of elves, dwarves and gnomes, with a smattering of other races as
well, all grouped together real tight. I snickered and grabbed my lute,
such a dark evening, so many people, perfect time for a song! And I lit 'em
all up! You know the tune! With each chorus of my song, every person in
that mob glowed like a torch! Now, no one was hurt here, it was just
visually stunning, but lo the curses that rained on me! Who am I to stop,
however, it just looked too good, so I continued and let the fiery glow of
my song blind the mass, an allogary of their greed. Bristlebane, however,
rewarded my pleasure with a merry chase by the town drunkard... all the way
to lesser faydark.

Anyone know of Bristlebane's house of worship? Must journey there one day,
if such a place indeed exists.

Roop