Upon the Crow’s Nest, playful vertigo consumed the jester, as she attempted to spike needle and thread, along the sagittal scar, reassembling its constitution. The filth within the cavity mystically disappeared instantly, while the insane fool sutured her umbilicus once more. The [i]SS Lady Slipper[/i] acrobatically pirouetted from the now material heaven to the planar deep, all thanks to a many-eyed wizard while the captain maneuvered through the Gate. Within this happenstance, the clown took advantage of the moment, jumping mid-air, allowing gravity to make up its mind. She hailed the ghost, the Beholder, and the saber Tabaxi, while the disgusted dragonborn, ascended into lower quarters. Diving towards the festooned floor, a tuck and roll tapered the impact, as the black and red ragged comedian tumbled to her feet, amidst the trio. [color=ed1c24]“Sorry, Garnesh. Better luck next round.”[/color] Motioning a thumb behind a concealing palm, she pressed a whisper further to Nemiea, before quickly becoming distracted by the sleek current of the Theullai’s home. [color=ed1c24]“He can be a sore loser. Hmmm. Wow! It’s f$!#ing beautiful!”[/color] Mesmerized, Koan frolicked to the edge of the vessel’s port. [color=ed1c24]“Amazing! An ocean without tide. Under current and wave. Above a bottomless abyss.”[/color] Hymns and ballads materialized from the awkward comic as she weaved a melodious tale for the crew. [color=ed1c24]“Few in the Fated Depths realize that the very existence of their realms are indebted to the valiant strivings of one woman. Though the Lord of Battles elevated her status to godhood for her wit and valor; even some of her clerics remained ignorant of the glory earnt during the world-torn Spellplague while troubles raged.”[/color] Restraining her desire to conjure illusionary props in front of the Bladesinger, she continued on with her belting. [color=ed1c24]“With magic flailing wild or falling utterly, it endured as a reliable stint of sword. A stretch when brigands ran rampant, feuds demanded redress, and tyrants indulged their vices. Law, order, and peace reigned in few places, but in the small locales where such ideals did hold sway, they were staunchly defended by folk we revere now as the true heroes of the planes. She whom we now distinguish as the Crimson Bard was one such champion. Leading her small company, she sailed over and from the Pale River to defend our people against undead pirates and beasts more dastardly than you, Dyn.”[/color] The feminine buffoon took a pinkie and wiggled before those amassed on deck. [color=ed1c24]“These raiders poured forth from the Seas of Stife, seeking to butcher and despoil. Most sages now agree that the awakened evil in ruined Murh Rhuun, erupted with all the crazed savagery of the Fell nature and imbuing nearby creatures with a desire to defile and rifle. Band after band of behemoths rushed forth, undisciplined yet compelled to venture together even though their disparate natures would have normally triggered mutiny on each other or, worse, scatter.”[/color] The crafty joker jumped onto Calico’s back, piggying momentarily, spilling off further deception. [color=ed1c24]“But the Blood Poet lingered against them, deadly and seemingly tireless. She took little respite, in fact, Boltborn of Tumesce attests that, when the mortal flesh demanded frailty, she literally meditated in her saddle, leashed to its high cantles.”[/color] Leaping off and twirling, she skidded on her knees, in dramatic fashion, steaming more duplicity. [color=ed1c24]“Time and again her troupe rallied elementals to stand against more organized monsters and ravagers. The rhythmester composed masterful dirges with her doss lute as mightily as the strongest warrior could wield his blade, yet she remained ever calm and always keen, scheming where next to take her loyal and determined militia. Her followers were continuously outnumbered by the marauders spewing out from the Wheel’s dirth, yet they always emerged victorious.”[/color] Closing her eyes, while raising one fist to her heart-felt chest, she spindled one last ruse before completing her song of rest. [color=ed1c24]“Our realms still exist because of her brilliant leadership and their sacrificial bravery.”[/color] [hider=Mechanics:] Prestidigitation was used to clean her internal cavity. Koan jumps off the mast, while Dyn was actively rotating the ship, and activates Tumbling Fool, halvening the damage from a fall of 20 feet of 2d6/10 feet for [url=https://www.roleplayerguild.com/rolls/3174]3[/url] damage. She tumbles with a passive Arobatics of 22 and Athletics of 18, to her feet. Her tuneful story is actually attempting a Song of Rest, centered around Calico, Dyn, and Nemiea. She rolls Deception at a [url=https://www.roleplayerguild.com/rolls/3176]20[/url]. She jumps onto Calico’s back with a grappling (Athletics) check of [url=https://www.roleplayerguild.com/rolls/3175]26[/url]. She ends her song while kneeling (prone position). HP: 40/43 AC (20): Mage Armor (13) + Cloak of Protection (+1) + DEX Mod (+4) + Shield (+2) Weapon: None Arcane Focus: Diamond Tongue Stud Concentrating: No longer on Dancing Lights and now on Hold Person Bardic Inspiration (1/3 used) Sorcerer Points (1/4 used) Slots: Warlock First Level (2/2 used) To convert to Sorcery Points previously Spell Caster Level = Sorcerer (4) + Bard (3) + Rogue (0) = Seventh Level First Level (0/4 used) Second Level (1/3 used) on Hold Person Third Level (0/3 used) Fourth Level (1/1 used) on Heroism [/hider] [@Big Dread][@Hekazu][@JBRam2002][@Ms Ravenwinter][@Lauder][@Zverda]