[CENTER][h1][color=brown]Brutrumukk[/color][/h1][/CENTER]

Brutrumukk briefly shot a confused glance at the illusory bonfire, unsure as to what its purpose was. He didn't dwell on it too long though, they had to put on a show if they wanted to stave off the armor. And so, Brutrumukk decided to put his singing lessons from Palasha to good use by singing a bard song that had been written about him.

[color=brown][Center]"There once was a noble, so proud an' so vain,
Who rode through the village in gold an' in chain.
'E 'eard of a beast, the Spirit they said,
Who dwelt within a field rock—the Snorin' Stone its bed.

Oh, the Snorin' Stone sighs an' cold winds do wail,
The proud noble’s 'ead tells a grim, grisly tale.
'E offered no gift, no treasure, no bread,
Now 'e lies in the dust, 'is body long dead.

The villagers whispered of bugbearish might,
A monster unseen in the day or the night.
It guarded their 'omes fer a price to be paid—
Food, drink, an' coin as offerin's laid.

But the nobleman laughed at their cowardly cries,
“I need no gold, no meat, nor their lies.
I’ll call on this beast, make it bow to me 'and,
No offerin' needed—prestige will command!”

Oh, the Snorin' Stone sighs an' cold winds do wail,
The proud noble’s 'ead tells a grim, grisly tale.
'E offered no gift, no treasure, no bread,
Now 'e lies in the dust, 'is body long dead.

'E rode to the Stone, 'is voice cold an' clear,
"Spirit, come forth! I command you, draw near!"
The bugbear did rise with 'unger an' 'ate,
Fer gold buys its mercy, but pride seals one’s fate.

"Who are you to demand without price, without plea?
I care not fer rank, only what’s given to me."
The nobleman scoffed, 'is 'and on 'is blade,
But the bugbear's great claws made 'is laughter fade.

Oh, the Snorin' Stone sighs an' cold winds do wail,
The proud noble’s 'ead tells a grim, grisly tale.
'E offered no gift, no treasure, no bread,
Now 'e lies in the dust, 'is body long dead.

With a roar an' a swipe, the bugbear did feast,
On nobleman’s flesh, like ravenous beast.
'Is 'ead it did sever, 'is body it ate,
An' left naught but a skull to proclaim 'is fate.

Now outside the Stone, 'is severed 'ead stands,
A warnin' to those who make foolish demands.
Fer the Spirit o' the Snorin' Stone is moved not by pride—
Only 'umble offerin's can make it abide.

Oh, the Snorin' Stone sighs an' cold winds do wail,
The proud noble’s 'ead tells a grim, grisly tale.
'E offered no gift, no treasure, no bread,
Now 'e lies in the dust, 'is body long dead."[/Center][/color]

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Brutrumukk makes a Performance roll of [url=https://www.roleplayerguild.com/rolls/28963]16[/url].
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