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Message ID: 141
Date: Thu Apr 22 00:21:37 BST 1999
Author: Curt_Bowers
Subject: Re: Bristlebane!
>From: "Roop Dirump" <roop@...>Bristlebane,
>
>
>-----Original Message-----
>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
>here's a story of how I worship my god through my actions: This giantBut
>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.
>perhaps it was because all manner of folk soon had me wedged in front ofas
>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
>well, all grouped together real tight. I snickered and grabbed my lute,'em
>such a dark evening, so many people, perfect time for a song! And I lit
>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
>
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