Topic: The Last Chance Gang
Subject: Bastion! . . . of Hope *hair flick*
Bastion ran a freshly-calloused hand through his dark orange hair, the sweat that had accumulated on his brow keeping his waif-ish locks slicked back in a way he assumed looked rather dashing. He had to admit, gaining the notoriety of a renowned adventurer, a seeker of knowledge, combat, and love, was proving to be difficult work, but necessary all the same. Imagine, taking up arms against the ravenous “Last Chance Gang”. He could see it, the glistening paladin charging into their front lines ahead of him, spellcasters slinging their fireballs and missiles and whatever else from behind, and he, Bastion Soliel, planted steadfast in the center of it all, bolstering his allies with his music and his words.
His audience would love that one. He hated the idea of marring his youthful face, but a nice clean scar could add that little bit of panache to really draw in the emotional sort.
He looked around at the silent lot and his hopes dwindled. Of course, there would be no stories or tales of heroism if they never met up with this blasted caravan. Delay after delay with nothing to show, and he could tell his compatriots, for whatever reasons of their own, were feeling a similar restlessness.
Bast was about to suggest they head back for an ale and a new adventure when the paladin’s mutt began to snarl and from out of the underbrush emerged five monstrous wolves. He had never seen any wolf as massive as these and had already begun to weave his retelling of this likely-dire battle in his head as brave Llammoch shouted at the group, “Stick together, these are flanking foes!”
Works for me, Bast thought as he drew his trusty pan flute and the Halfling Baldric dashed passed him, morningstar grasped tightly in his small hands.
“Try to stay within earshot, my friends,” Bast declared, and began to play the most outrageously intense song he knew.
He had heard a similar version of this played at the theatre fairly often behind nearly every climactic battle scene in every modern play, but he had made it better. His version built and built, drawing in more anticipation, more need for the big hit, that release of sound intermingled with his allies' every hit, their every battlecry, they became the hero those hack playwrites could only dream of. And because he was so quick and talented, he could time the most epic parts of the song to match up with the clashing of swords, the spilling of blood, encouraging his allies to keep going, hit harder, move faster. This song was for them and they knew it.
((OOC: Bast will move to be in the center most position between his allies and use his pan flute to Inspire Courage, affecting him and any ally that can hear him--lasts for this round and the next 5. Those affected get a +1 morale bonus on saving throws against charm and fear effects and a +1 morale bonus on attack and weapon damage rolls.))
Posted on 2019-06-19 at 02:16:14.
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