Property of @Gwynn for she is my lady.
I give bonuses with my songs in the Chat, because that is what a Bard must do.
NidTheBard joined on Oct 12th, 2013, since that has made 90 posts that are still accessible today, 2 of which are threads. Helping shape the community, NidTheBard has given 148 upvotes, and was last online on Jun 12th, 2017.
For some reason, @Lieutenant reminds me of a Koala Bear...
Drumming with everything I've got, occasionally doing some twirls and tosses with my drumsticks, keeping up the tempo as I go. Finally reaching the finale, I do a frontflip, twirl in the air, and slam down the sticks on the cymbals, letting them ring before I usher everything back into the Portable Hole, and fold it into a neat triangle. I collect my trenchcoat and whistle for something to drink.
Letting out a short yawn before waltzing over on light feet to the stage, I remove the black handkerchief from a pocket and toss off my trenchcoat to the side. I begin unfolding the fabric into an irrational size and then lay it across the found. After that has been done, I reach inside the hole and pull out pieces of a drum kit, and begin to set them up appropriately. "Magic drumsticks may be easy to transport, but nothing beats the feeling of playing the real deal. Well, except for the Surreal Deal, but that's just obvious." After everything is polished and set up, I take my place in the ring of percussion and start in on some light jazz eventually leading into full Rock, where I play my heart out.
Emerging from what is obviously the janitorial closet, I smoke from a very small, yet expensive-looking pipe, humming a tune as I walk. Although the door closes before the others can get a really good look inside, there appeared to be a city behind me, and not the usual small room cramped full of cleaning supplies. Finishing the last puff from my pipe, I give it a thorough cleaning and place it in a case, which quickly finds it's way into my trenchcoat, before ordering a breakfast of eggs, sausage, bacon, hot links, beans, and toast. "I'm watching my figure," I kindly speak to @Kip as @123-456-7890 attempts to hand me a drink that I've never laid eyes upon before, yet accept only to have it rest next to me.
Placing my self appropriately in the corner, just off to the side and out of the way from any who sought to maneuver across the floor, I toss the coattails of my trenchcoat behind me, letting them rest against the back of the seat. I pop open the instrument case and produce what appears to be only the bottom half of a Lute, placing it at an angle upon my knee, then I take my right hand and place it on the air as if a neck was protruding from the bottom half. With a quick strum, defying all laws of physics, the strange Half-Air Instrument unleashes the sound of a G cord. After it settles I begin to play Discovery by Rush from their Album 2112.
Luthe: A half truth and a half lie. Normally used when one does not want to divolge the entire truth to another person.
Lute: A plucked stringed instrument with a long neck bearing frets and a rounded body with a flat front that is shaped like a halved egg.
I wonder what kind of Tavern this joint is if they don't even bother to have a Professional Bard, such as myself, to keep the crowd entertained while they drown their worries in alcohol. I drop the scroll that is my resume into the appropriate slot, attached with it a HoloGem of my recent preformance.
My favorite, lesser known comedy band, Tripod.
Starting with one that explains them better than I could:
Or if you are impatient, or trying not to get caught at work/school, a shorter one:
Have you ever wished there was a Musical based loosely around D&D? They made that too:
Also, if you really want more of Tripod and their music, you can purchase their stuff at their website: (http://3pod.com.au/site/)
Pffftttt... As if I of all people would stare from across the room at someone I had a crush on... Preposterous!
I hate saying this, but feel free to use me within any of your stories... Oh dang, that was immediate regret.