Listen, friend. Do you hear it? Close your eyes, really listen, and let the melodies envelop you.
The voice is melodic and gentle, yet somehow firm and demanding, and you find yourself obeying instantly. Letting your eyes flutter shut, you listen, straining for a moment, until.
A soft wind blows, carrying the metallic scent of blood. With it comes an ancient piping melody, somehow both calming your nerves and making the hairs on the back of your neck stand on end. The darkness of your mind fades to white, growing bright and intense until you nearly cry out in pain, but another voice joins the melody, a low baritone that puts your mind at ease at once. That is when the bright white shifts, swirling darkness and light conjuring up images of a long-lost love, forgotten destiny, and a future untold.
As more voices join the chorus, you are able to catch a distinct message within the notes.
Forging your own path has never been so open. Will you be a powerful combatant, a supportive companion, a clever and wealthy merchant? Will you be like the bards of old and adopt the nomadic lifestyle, wandering from village to village and wooing the townspeople with your performance, or will you put down roots in a city to make your home?
Few professions grant so much freedom as the Bards guild, and so few skillsets are so difficult yet so rewarding to master. Parrian, Mercinaen, Silverfallian, or traveling nomad, the Bards welcome you with open arms and open hearts.
It is then that you are released from the spell that bound you, and rising to your feet, you realize you are unable to shake that persistent melody from your mind.
