<strong>Grolo Feyseeker (http://www.myth-weavers.com/sheetview.php?sheetid=918280)<br/>Spider's Bone Yard<br/>Kamelands</strong><br/><br/>"Do you think the kobolds did this?" Grolo asked no one in particular.  He gripped his quarterstaff firmly in his right hand, nudging aside bits of bone and leathery skin as he followed after the others.  The bone yard yielded a bittersweet smell, a mix of rich earthiness and muted decay.  It made him want to gag.<br/><br/>Grolo, having been crouched beside a massive bear skull examining the grit in the eye socket, had missed the appearance and immediate retreat of the spider.  Analina's yelp brought him to his feet, quarterstaff at the ready.  "What's going on?" he asked as she cast her spell.  When he saw where she was flinging it, he thought she had just been alarmed by a particularly menacing shrub.  Then he spotted the whisper of silk that still drifted in an eddy of air, catching the sunlight just right.<br/><br/>"Erastil's teats!" he swore, immediately recognizing the spider hole for what it was.<br/><br/>Now, Grolo was rubbish at fighting, as his am had always been quick to remind him.  He had always known it, and in truth embraced the fact at his pa's encouragement.  He had quickly learned that hiding, dodging, and running was much more to his suiting.  However, he couldn't very well abandon his newfound companions at the first sign of trouble.  No, he was in this to the end, for better or worse.<br/><br/>Several years ago, he had encountered a queer sort of elf near the Worldscar.  A musician by trade, she possessed the most beautiful voice Grolo had ever heard.  She specialized in soliloquies and ballads of aching loss, so somber and tragic she'd leave hardened soldiers in tears.  When she combined her voice with her harp, she could melt the heart of a giant.  Literally, as it turned out.<br/><br/>Grolo, dumbfounded by her skill, had asked after her secrets.  She explained to him the hidden magical power of rhythm and story, of music and art.  A skilled performer could lace her voice with magic, emboldening allies or shattering the spirits of enemies.  In her case, the elf could even call down powerful spells from the skies.<br/><br/>He had learned under her for several weeks, traveling the desolate lands and performing for the brooding fortresses and their grim garrisons.  Before too long, a rabid wolf and a pair of twin orcs had forced them apart.<br/><br/>In this sudden ambush, it was not bow or quarterstaff that leapt to mind, but those lessons learned years before.<br/><br/>"Hear me!" he shouted, leaping atop the bear skull, his voice resonating with a deep power as he began a<em>Bardic Performance</em>to inspire courage.  He effortlessly slipped into the Low Chant, speaking with a unique rhythm that marked him as a skilled orator, a learned storyteller, an Artisan of the Tongue.  Only a select few bards knew the Chants.  Although many could make a poor imitation, it was a rare instance where anyone, even skilled bards, could infuse their Chant with magic.<br/><br/><div class="spoiler_container"><div class="spoiler_header" onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button">Actions</div><div class="spoiler_body">Grolo holds his position twenty feet from the spider hole and begins a Bardic Performance to Inspire Courage (+1 to Atk/Dmg rolls).</div></div><br/><div class="spoiler_container"><div class="spoiler_header" onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button">Stats</div><div class="spoiler_body"><strong>Grolo Feyseeker<br/>Level 1 Gnome Bard</strong> (http://www.myth-weavers.com/sheetview.php?sheetid=918280)<br/><em>Trying out his bardic performance.</em><br/>HP: 11/11<br/>Subdual: 11/11<br/>Hit Dice: 1d8<br/>Init: +3<br/><br/><strong>Saves</strong><br/>Fort: +2<br/>Reflex: +4<br/>Will: +1<br/><br/><strong>Defense</strong><br/>AC: 13<br/>Touch: 13<br/>Flat: 11<br/>CMD: 9<br/><br/><strong>Offense</strong><br/>Melee: -1<br/>Ranged: +3<br/>Carved Shortbow: 1d4 - 2 , 20 arrows  <br/>Quarterstaff: 1d4/1d4<br/><br/><strong>Spell Slots</strong><br/>Cantrips- ∞<br/>1st - 2/2<br/><br/><strong>Bardic</strong><br/>Bardic Performance: 7/8 Rounds<br/></div></div>