Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-17114085-20161209153206/@comment-24736819-20161210205430

"Alright, mr. Mund, we've waited long enough and I don't intend to fail on my mission...So...", Carden took a deep breath and finally began to play.

The sounds made by the fiddling of the lute's cords were exhilarating, filling the air in the streets of Riverwood with some kind of vibration which could be felt by anyone who paid enough attention.

It was after a few seconds within the song that the bard finally let his voice echoe through the streets alongside the vibration of his lute:

Come gather 'round all ye Basterds! And raise up your mug to this arse-turd. He came and freed the city from bane, and let 'it run loose over hill and reign. Here's to the Bard, and his scab of a brain, Here's to the Gods and all they have slain. The gate is now sturdy and the town is secure. And it's none for the taking, and I get the fame.

They tortured some townsfolk, it's true. And Pounded, but Couldn't breakthrough. With all of his might, the Bard took sight And preserved the town from turning to shite.

As Carden's song spread throughout the streets, buildings, halls, plaques and everything which Riverwood was composed of started to become sturdier than normal. What was once fragile and easily breakable, now seemed like being made from the most resistant material one could find in a lifetime of exploration. Still, the song was not yet finished and Carden still sung to save the town...