Sonus, God of Bards
"Sound is synonomys with music," mused the Bard. "I say this not the be philosophical but simply to link. the ideas. One can speak and sing. Why would one speak and not sing, rhyme, dance, and or the like!" He said with building giddy. "The fact that Sonus infuses our very artform with magic speaks on the abilities of the craft. I once saw a bard kill a zombie with the image on a painting. Quite the sight." The bard said sitting back. "Once I saw a dancer woman from the Hazfen. She was a changeling, her skin rippeld and appealed to each race she saw around her. Turns out she was an assassin bard and when she danced on the poor target they simply fell still. Never moved again." The bard spoke with a smirk at the memory, "Good way to go that, I wouldn't mind finding her, them, it, when I'm old."
"What of Sonus! You said you met them once!" A member of the audience said.
"Yes yes Sonus, god of levity, party, drink, dance, gaity, sex, pleasure, and most importantly, me, bards." The bard added the last word with a whisper.
"Said Sonus to Art—"I love thee best
Not when I find in thee
My very face and form, expressed
With dull fidelity,"
"Sonus said unto me!" The bard recited. "Then I bought the god a drink! For favor owed from such a figure surely fell blessings upon me! Sonus was all smiles and joy. To every opinion Sonus said, "Intresting! We can agree we want to smile correct!" Sonus has said.
"So Sonus lead the racist, the sexist, the disgruntled, the downtrodden, and unlucky, the happy, the friend, the family, and the adventerer together in song, dance, story, and... a good nights sleep!" The bard added slowly. The crowd cheered.
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