I will raise a glass to a fellow bard and fallen hero.
I second this and raise my chalice of mead in honor of our fallen comrade. With some details, maybe we could make up a decent ballad. And if he(?) was a notorious womanizer(?) maybe we could make up an indecent one ...
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Cum catapultae proscriptae erunt tum soli proscript catapultas habebunt
I will raise a glass to a fellow bard and fallen hero.
I second this and raise my chalice of mead in honor of our fallen comrade. With some details, maybe we could make up a decent ballad. And if he(?) was a notorious womanizer(?) maybe we could make up an indecent one ...
Well, what kind of bard would I be if I didn't take an opportunity to share stories?
Tabaxi names are esoteric to outsiders. Because of the rarity and auspiciousness that comes from twin births in the Tabaxi culture, it is not unusual for both twins to carry the same name. Thus were they born, one black and white, the other white and black: Two-In-One (which is the closest approximation of the word "twin" in the Tabaxi tongue), or Black and White, for short.
In the Tabaxi homeland, it is a coming-of-age tradition to spend a year wandering the lands, to learn of new places, peoples, and stories. The twin brothers went separate ways for the first time in their lives; it was difficult, but tradition demands the journey be made alone. At the end of the year, Black returned to his homeland . . . White did not. So Black set out to find his brother and determine what became of his journey. The trail led him right to Rappan Athuk.
Black brought with him the natural curiosity of the Tabaxi. He constantly peppered others with endless questions, both pertinent and mundane. He was always taking notes and sketching pictures of his journeys in a small journal. And, since he was searching for his brother, he felt the need to scour every last corner of the dungeon. At one point, his new comrades had to tackle him to keep him from opening a door in the dungeon without the usual "precautions."
His allies really didn't know what to do with him, frankly. Tabaxi notions of personal space were very unusual to them; he had to be reminded frequently that dwarves don't care for it when you curl up against them. He always had wise sayings from his homeland to share with his allies, though the impact was usually lost in translation. Still, his quick wit and sly tongue never left his allies without a smile.
Now he gets to walk the warm sands of the Cat Lord's domain in perpetuity.
I will raise a glass to a fellow bard and fallen hero.
Canto alla vita
alla sua bellezza
ad ogni sua ferita
ogni sua carezza!
I sing to life and to its tragic beauty
To pain and to strife, but all that dances through me
The rise and the fall, I've lived through it all!
I second this and raise my chalice of mead in honor of our fallen comrade. With some details, maybe we could make up a decent ballad. And if he(?) was a notorious womanizer(?) maybe we could make up an indecent one ...
Cum catapultae proscriptae erunt tum soli proscript catapultas habebunt
Well, what kind of bard would I be if I didn't take an opportunity to share stories?
Tabaxi names are esoteric to outsiders. Because of the rarity and auspiciousness that comes from twin births in the Tabaxi culture, it is not unusual for both twins to carry the same name. Thus were they born, one black and white, the other white and black: Two-In-One (which is the closest approximation of the word "twin" in the Tabaxi tongue), or Black and White, for short.
In the Tabaxi homeland, it is a coming-of-age tradition to spend a year wandering the lands, to learn of new places, peoples, and stories. The twin brothers went separate ways for the first time in their lives; it was difficult, but tradition demands the journey be made alone. At the end of the year, Black returned to his homeland . . . White did not. So Black set out to find his brother and determine what became of his journey. The trail led him right to Rappan Athuk.
Black brought with him the natural curiosity of the Tabaxi. He constantly peppered others with endless questions, both pertinent and mundane. He was always taking notes and sketching pictures of his journeys in a small journal. And, since he was searching for his brother, he felt the need to scour every last corner of the dungeon. At one point, his new comrades had to tackle him to keep him from opening a door in the dungeon without the usual "precautions."
His allies really didn't know what to do with him, frankly. Tabaxi notions of personal space were very unusual to them; he had to be reminded frequently that dwarves don't care for it when you curl up against them. He always had wise sayings from his homeland to share with his allies, though the impact was usually lost in translation. Still, his quick wit and sly tongue never left his allies without a smile.
Now he gets to walk the warm sands of the Cat Lord's domain in perpetuity.
I would avoid a spell that you can pick up with a PHB feat.
Just go with find steed. You can use almost entirely like a familiar, and you can ride it.
I cast raise dead on you.
Thank you for your time and please have a very pleasant day.
Flavor matters.
If it's not you, either make compatible or don't do it.
Find Familiar is almost always a good choice.