Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-17114085-20170908205632/@comment-24736819-20171026161330

The bard smiled as he readied another facet of his power. This time he'd use a curse... a rather simple, but very effective one.

Oh, The grand new Queen of Dreams, She had more'n thousand men; She marched them up to the top of the hill, And then marched them down again.

Foolish was she to believe it was easy, But a bard she did found; His powers, wondrous; while her's were lacking, So to him, she was bound.

Alone they'd meet to finish it all, His calling she could not refuse. Too sad for the Queen, unable to think, The ending would be his to choose.

As his melody echoed through the battleground, every living being fighting would feel an urge to step away from its source... every living being with the exception of the Dreamweaver, who'd enter an entranced state and follow the song to its core.