DLC: Sewer Bard Mini Game

DLC: Sewer Bard Mini Game

Sewer Bard used to have a different name. He couldnt recall it anymore, but he had recently remembered that he used to be someone else.

It was a disturbing thought. There were tales aplenty of skinwalkers, shapeshifters, and those who could assume the form of your loved ones for ill intent. But vanishingly few stories where you were a stranger inside your own flesh.

Perhaps his name had been lost in the acceptance of his greatest role so far. His Noble Patron had named him, and there was power in a title bestowed by the Golden Prophecys instrument.

Sagas swirled within his head, and from them he plucked half a dozen that sang of the importance of keeping your true name safe from those who would harm you. Was that why he had been stripped of his birth name by the Hero? To protect him, even from himself?

The part time thief, full time Bard looked at the man to whom he owed his life, the one who would save their lands, the being on whom the burden of existence rested.

Sewer Bard was starting to realise that, on the whole, he didnt actually like the Chosen One.

Oh, he respected him, secretly feared him, and would follow him into death itself. But as a person, he didnt care for the man.

It all felt so wrong. The Healer and the Hero, they were both frustrating. The world was frustrating, too. He had been a good Bard. Not the best, but solid. Good enough to be treated with basic respect.

Sometimes the Healer and the Hunter would acknowledge his importance, and for that he loved them both. Even when the Healer was at her most aggravating, he could not forget her kindness, and he pitied her invisibility in a way only one desperate to be seen could feel. To the man used to being the centre stage, there was nothing worse than being rendered invisible.

But no one else seemed to care. The Royalty that they had met had ignored him, even when instructed to speak with him by the Chosen One. His worldly knowledge was ignored or outright mocked.

The core of the Bard was diplomacy, charisma, and seduction. To recite lore, and create new. Bards were key to civilisation.

But he was being denied this. As he was denied his own name. As, at some points, he was denied the ability to control his own body.

And so frustration bled through him, until it became thrumming rage.

Undirected, but no less poisonous for it, it grew each time he was denied his role. His function. He didnt know who or what, exactly, he was angry at. All he knew was that he was angry. And that someone, somewhere, was at fault for this.

And that one day, the piper must be paid.