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Jaskier has a minion!

Lyric the Smiley Tom

Jaskier

The

Custom Common Experiment #911
Owner:

Chrysariel

Age: 5 years, 6 months, 3 weeks

Born: August 24th, 2020

Adopted: 1 year, 11 months, 3 weeks ago

Adopted: March 24th, 2024

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Statistics

Level: 96
Strength: 170
Defense: 12
Speed: 12
Health: 10
HP: 10/10
Intelligence: 274
Books Read: 266
Food Eaten: 0
Job: Certified Mad Scientist

Quotes

"You don't get to play damsel in distress. That's my job."
S2.Ep5 The Witcher

"I'm scared too. I'm scared that one day the muses will stop speaking to me. Because who are we...when we can no longer do the one thing we were put on this continent to do?"
S2.Ep4 The Witcher

Story

The young, rougish bard – breathing heavily due to his expedient exit from the nearby town – paused and leaned his weight against a tall sycamore. He sighed heavily as he pulled yet more produce from his hair.“Rotten sense of humor that one had” he mumbled to himself with a huff.

That was just part of the life, he supposed, to be taken in stride with all other aspects of barding. In fact, he thought to himself with a widening grin, such unpleasantness could perhaps make for an excellent song.

He pushed himself off the sturdy tree and shifted his lute to his front, one hand beginning to strum a jaunty tune.

He matched his pace to the music, and as he made his way down the path his melodious voice rang amongst the trees of the forest;

The life of a Bard, let me tell you
Is one that requires much pluck.
To weather the heartache
To reach one’s great fame-break
Requires a lover of luck.

Be you bold in the face of poor humor,
And brazen yet clever with truth,
quick on the tune,
be it shanty or croon,
able to be revelrous or couth.

To layer in words many meanings,
And lace them together in song,
Is a talent indeed,
and one that doth need,
charisma to keep thy life long.

Oh, the life of a Bard, let me tell you
Is one that requires much pluck.
.To weather the heartache
To reach one’s great fame-break
Requires a lover of luck.

For without, you wear rotten produce,
And sour your chances of gold.
But with cleverness and skill,
And no shortage of will,
Lady luck surely favors the bold.

Yes, the life of a Bard, let me tell you
Is one that requires much pluck.
To weather the heartache
To reach one’s great fame-break
Requires a lover of luck.

Oh, to weather the heartache
To reach one’s great fame-break
Requires a lover of luck.