Mm. Another traveller then. /Laughs/ Movin’ around’s always fun, though ‘s a bit difficult gettin’ everythin’ around. ..You might have a little easier time with it than I do. Maybe. Have you had any luck playin’ for people out here yet? What d’you play anyway? /Chirps and tilts his head./
Well, uh… No’ much, actually. Whene’er I go inte a town, ‘m usually asked te leave. *Grins* Bu’ th’ folks that’re also on th’ road’re pretty nice, though! Ye meet all kin’s o’ folks, ye do!
*He paws at the panflute around his neck* This righ’ ‘ere mate! T’is a tigan! Onna th’ fines’ instrumen’s roun’! Heh heh!
▷ minotaurbard started following you
Hrokr decided then and there that this was all a dream. He was dreaming. That was the only thing that could preserve his sanity. But…. he was aware of how strange things were… so this was a lucid dream? He’d never had one before…
“Er…. tha-that’s… v-very nice…” He muttered.
*He finishes the song, laughing like a bully would*
I’m glad ye like it, mate! T’is a fine thing, music is! *He suddenly becomes concerned* ‘Ey, are ye alrigh’, frien’? Ye look like yer abou’ te fall over, ye do!
▷ minotaurbard started following you
“You’ve never heard of Cyrodiil? I thought that was where minotaurs originated from. Where is your homeland, then?”
Me homelan’ t’is Alarætori, bu’ I live ‘n th’ Cape near Vied! T’is th’ safes’ place ‘n th’ country, t’is! Ye go’ yer bullies ‘n yer saurs an’ e’erything ‘n between! *He laughs*
P’r’aps ‘ll visi’ this Cyrodiil someday, eh?
…a friend? I guess. *shrugs*
What do you want?
I don’ wan’ anyt’in, mate! I jus’ wan’ te spread me music far’n wide! E’erywhere! *He grins*
▷ ooc; Off to Bed
(( Who I owe:
HOLY FUCKING SHIT.
I think that’s alla yous, but if I happened to miss you please like this post! I will see you all tomorrow! :D ))
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Pirates sail, Sailors float, day to night, moon to sun, If all knew their life, none would step on shore!
An’ te th’ one who walks the plank!
He will sail nevermore!
Te th’ seagulls flyin’ high!
An’ th’ critters down below!
Ye gotta know th’ pirate’s liiiife!
Er ne’er get on a boat!
*He laughs, clapping his hand together*
T’was grea’, mate! Ye really know yer stuff, eh? T’is won’erful te ‘ave company when ye sing! Makes th’ songs much mer interestin’! *Laughs again*
▷ A Chance Meeting
Daybreak whinnied beneath Arland as the prince directed her slowly down the hill. Off to the side, the gentle sound of a lazy brook could be heard. The sun was just sinking into the sky, darkness beginning to fall. Gray tugged at the corners of the earth, threatening an early dusk, but Arland didn’t seem bothered. He was in no rush to set up camp for the night.
Everything was surprisingly still in this small meadow. The wildflowers sprouted and crumpled beneath the destrier’s hooves as she made her way alongside the whispering stream.
The jolly bull sat by on a nearby stump, letting his staff rest on the shoulder with the butt dug into the ground. He looked around, taking in the beautiful scenery. He was almost reminded of the Cape, but the trees looked different somehow. Like these ones had seen the harshness of winter, while the ones in the Cape were accustomed to a pleasantly warm climate. The shadows created by the sunset were ethereal, creating a dream-like version of the forest from earlier.
Relishing in this brief respite, the bull brought the flute to his mouth, sending notes and chords all throughout the surrounding forest. It wasn’t an overwhelmingly happy song, but it wasn’t depressing either. Rather, it was something slow and pretty.
Well, at least he was happy with it, slowly tapping his large hoof to the rhythm.