Role

Chapter 6

Whildur has had an eventful few years! Since enrolling in the Bardic
Guild, he's met many interesting people, seen quite a few things worth
composing many a fine rhyme and limerick. He's seen a good deal that
touches him in that special place between his brain and his mouth,
the spot responsible for sorting through the dearth of material rattling
around in his brain, grabbing out the suitable words, and then passing
them onto his mouth in an organized fashion. This is what he means by
inspiration, and the more he does and sees the easier it becomes to him.

He met again with Daphadee the High Herald and has been accepted into
the Heralds of the Eternal star, where he can work on his performances,
get to know the Lyceum (more intimately than he has any interest in an
actual lover) and learn about what it means to be one of those in charge
of preserving the tales and events of the lands in artful form. He
found a book of limericks by a prolific past herald, and realized he has
a LOT of practicing, rehearsing, and polishing to do...but he is fine
with having fun during the process and maybe dropping a stinker now and
again. You don't ever really win without the possibility of losing!


He met Lord Raltevio, which was quite an awe-inspiring experience. Whildur
tried to take careful note of everything--how Raltevio held himself, the
inflection he placed on words in speech, the way he moved his hands to
illustrate and enrich what he was saying. A performer, and very polished,
Raltevio to Whildur is a role model. And also so brave! Whildur had a
croaking fearsome toad like creature threaten to fry and eat his toes,
but Raltevio promised the small gnome that he would protect his toes and
his other appendages as well from any flabby slobby snappy amphibious
carnivores. Whildur, it seems, is a tiny tempting target for all manner
of villains!

Whildur discovered to his surprise that he could actually defend himself
when it came down to it--realizing that if he sings really LOUD he makes
heads explode. A nefarious assassin struck Whildur by surprise, chasing
him down the road, determined to pummel the gnome to bits--but it was bits
of the assassin's brains that Whildur was picking up when he finally sang
the "Piercing Adagio." Captain Derek got dumb drunk, indeed, and so did
Whildur when he headed back to the Inn to be consoled by his fellow Heralds
after such a shocking experience. He got over the shock quickly enough,
reassured that murderers and thugs were common and that he was going to be
expected to be able to defend himself and patrons of the Inn, as well so
he should get used to it. Whildur determined to get tougher so he can
*gulp* bounce in the Inn if he needs to. So far the only bouncing he's
used to is the kind he does when he trips when he's walking downhill.