<span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 12pt;">Hart Miiri</span>(http://www.thetangledweb.net/forums/profiler/view_char.php?cid=71086)<br/><br/>The idea came to him when he saw someone nautical. Perhaps they weren't really nautical, or perhaps they had a pegleg from a farming accident, but he saw the individual and immediately became inspired. A wave of his hand, a quick word, and there was a guitar, bandore, or similar instrument immediately in his hands. He smiled and prepped himself for a show. They were either going to laugh uproariously... or try to lynch him. Again. He hoped for the first. To emphasize that, he exerted an additional bit of power to reinforce his voice favorably before he began singing and playing.<em>Well, here goes something. Something utterly ridiculous and ill-advised, but I will enjoy it even if none of them do.</em>He took what passed for a stage, a raised platform in the corner, and got everyone's attention... by being louder than they were.<strong>"Good morrow my ladies and gentlefolk. I am Hart Miiri and I will be your entertainment for as long as you can stand to listen to me."</strong>He hoped they laughed. If they didn't, it was going to be a strenuously long afternoon. Hart didn't generally do shows of an evening because he liked to be with company for a fair portion of the night; that or several miles away by dark.<strong>"This song is an old favorite of mine, hope it is one of yours. Feel free to '<em>ARRR</em>' at the appropriate times if you know where."</strong>He cleared his throat, checked his strings briefly, and breaks out into that old ode<em>The Captain's Wife's Lament</em>(http://paulandstorm.bandcamp.com/track/the-captains-wifes-lament).<br/><br/>It wasn't his best performance, but it was better than they'd usually get in such a low town. Besides, he saved the truly impressive performances for elsewhere, and he implied that at every possible opportunity. He follows that up with a song about the mutual benefits of face-sitting. By this point, if there wasn't a crowd growing to come murder him, he would begin additional songs, but he was certainly not about to get killed over a good joke.<br/><div class="spoiler_container"><div class="spoiler_header" onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button">OOC</div><div class="spoiler_body">Spells: Summon Instrument and Songbird. 0 level 0 spell slots remaining. Perform Check: 24 (http://elliquiy.com/forums/dicebot.php?r=48291)</div></div>