"Accordion you say?" He considers this, "How would you like to play in a band for a swing hall? It would be more fun and your otherworldly appearance would draw a larger crowd. Besides, there would be less killing people for dubious reasons."
"I'm amenable to it. I'm sure I'm rusty but I'll practice some. What's the pay?"
"Pay depends on how much the crowd likes your music. They don't see accordion playing aliens too often so I bet you'll be a hit!"
"I see," Mikkel says thoughtfully. You can almost hear the gears and levers moving in his head. "Well I accept. Where and when will this show be happening?"
"That's grand! We're playing tonight at this swing hall I rented." He hops up, "I'll take you there, you can meet the rest of the band."
"Splendid!" He chugs the rest of his stardust martini down. "I'm ready!"
"Splendid!" He chugs the rest of his stardust martini down. "I'm ready!"
You follow him through the crowds of delight seekers towards a large dance hall. The place feels oddly empty with the wide open floors completely devoid of furniture or people. On the other side, a small band practices some jazz.
"These are the Easy Speakers, the best swing band on board, and there are several. That cat plucking on the bass is Ol' Tom, the smoothest cat you'll ever meet," he says pointing at an orange furred tabaxi who winks at you.
"The Marburrow Brothers are the two trombonists. They can play anything brass and they only speak through their instruments." The two men blare out a greeting through their golden instruments.
"Big Blue is on keys," He gestures to a dwarf sitting at a piano, "And Pete rocks at drumming," A stone skinned earth genasi nods at you from the drums.
"That there is Louie, never heard a man blow a sweeter sound out of a trumpet," He points to a man in a pinstripe suit with shades on and wearing a trilby.
"And finally, here is the marvelous Miss Angela. She is our voice, alongside me and Louie occasionally, and her angelic singing is unmatched upon this earth. I swear she must have celestial blood in her veins, ain't no way someone this sweet is allowed to walk the earth." A ruby lipped woman with golden hair and a red dress smiles a bright white smile and asks, "You flatter me, Benji. How about instead of buttering us up, tell us who this... person is?"
"The newest addition to our band. I'll let him introduce himself, I got to bounce." He spins, coat tails flying, and hurries out of the building. The band looks you over.
"Hello! The name's Mikkel. Mikkel Fenroce. Pleasure to meet you." He refrains from shaking hands for obvious reasons. "Now I might look slippery but I assure you appearances are deceiving."
"Hello! The name's Mikkel. Mikkel Fenroce. Pleasure to meet you." He refrains from shaking hands for obvious reasons. "Now I might look slippery but I assure you appearances are deceiving."
Louie's smooth voice speaks up, "We're all a little slippery, we're swingers. What do you play?" The others study you.
"Hello! The name's Mikkel. Mikkel Fenroce. Pleasure to meet you." He refrains from shaking hands for obvious reasons. "Now I might look slippery but I assure you appearances are deceiving."
Louie's smooth voice speaks up, "We're all a little slippery, we're swingers. What do you play?" The others study you.
"Hello! The name's Mikkel. Mikkel Fenroce. Pleasure to meet you." He refrains from shaking hands for obvious reasons. "Now I might look slippery but I assure you appearances are deceiving."
Louie's smooth voice speaks up, "We're all a little slippery, we're swingers. What do you play?" The others study you.
"Accordion."
"Splendid. Why don't you come on over and we'll play a song or two. Got to practice before tonight." says Angela.
"Hello! The name's Mikkel. Mikkel Fenroce. Pleasure to meet you." He refrains from shaking hands for obvious reasons. "Now I might look slippery but I assure you appearances are deceiving."
Louie's smooth voice speaks up, "We're all a little slippery, we're swingers. What do you play?" The others study you.
"Accordion."
"Splendid. Why don't you come on over and we'll play a song or two. Got to practice before tonight." says Angela.
"Sure thing! What song do we want to start with? I'm a bit rusty, mind you."
"Hello! The name's Mikkel. Mikkel Fenroce. Pleasure to meet you." He refrains from shaking hands for obvious reasons. "Now I might look slippery but I assure you appearances are deceiving."
Louie's smooth voice speaks up, "We're all a little slippery, we're swingers. What do you play?" The others study you.
"Accordion."
"Splendid. Why don't you come on over and we'll play a song or two. Got to practice before tonight." says Angela.
"Sure thing! What song do we want to start with? I'm a bit rusty, mind you."
Big Blue speaks up, his deep voice says, “How ‘bout we try a classic? It don’t mean a thing?” The rest of the band nod and chime in with agreement as they start to play the first notes of the song.
"Hello! The name's Mikkel. Mikkel Fenroce. Pleasure to meet you." He refrains from shaking hands for obvious reasons. "Now I might look slippery but I assure you appearances are deceiving."
Louie's smooth voice speaks up, "We're all a little slippery, we're swingers. What do you play?" The others study you.
"Accordion."
"Splendid. Why don't you come on over and we'll play a song or two. Got to practice before tonight." says Angela.
"Sure thing! What song do we want to start with? I'm a bit rusty, mind you."
Big Blue speaks up, his deep voice says, “How ‘bout we try a classic? It don’t mean a thing?” The rest of the band nod and chime in with agreement as they start to play the first notes of the song.
*that song is fire*
Mikkel also starts to play, not very well at first, but as they go further he gets more in tune and in time with the rest of the groupe.
I suppose this would be in the Whalebone Inn no? Chilling at a table- well, I wouldn't say "Chilling" in factuality. More or less argueing, were two beings; One taller, a Human of sorts. They have long brown hair and a stubble on their chin. The other? A small being, a rabbit-like creature, it seemed to leak stuffing. As they spoke you could easily tell what this was about;
"Why would you do that?" The human had spoken to the stuffed creature.
"Do what? All I did was take down a [GP]." The stuffed creature had spoke! Their voice was rather deep, and scratchy.
"You put that poor man in a infirmary."
"He looked at me funny!"
The arguing continued, it was rather out-loud and barely and argue, more or less a stern talking to.
"Hello! The name's Mikkel. Mikkel Fenroce. Pleasure to meet you." He refrains from shaking hands for obvious reasons. "Now I might look slippery but I assure you appearances are deceiving."
Louie's smooth voice speaks up, "We're all a little slippery, we're swingers. What do you play?" The others study you.
"Accordion."
"Splendid. Why don't you come on over and we'll play a song or two. Got to practice before tonight." says Angela.
"Sure thing! What song do we want to start with? I'm a bit rusty, mind you."
Big Blue speaks up, his deep voice says, “How ‘bout we try a classic? It don’t mean a thing?” The rest of the band nod and chime in with agreement as they start to play the first notes of the song.
*that song is fire*
Mikkel also starts to play, not very well at first, but as they go further he gets more in tune and in time with the rest of the groupe.
*You know it* The band lose themselves in the music. Tom taps his foot to the beat as he spins the bass like a top, Big Blue’s fingers dance across the keys, and the brass blares right on time. Angela sings,
“What good is melody, what good is music If it ain't possessin' something sweet? Nah, it ain't the melody and it ain't the music There's something else that makes this tune complete
Yes, it don't mean a thing, if it ain't got that swing (doo-ah, doo-ah, doo-ah, doo-ah, doo-ah, doo-ah, doo-ah, doo-ah) Well, it don't mean a thing, all you got to do is sing (doo-ah, doo-ah, doo-ah, doo-ah, doo-ah, doo-ah, doo-ah, doo-ah) It makes no difference if it's sweet or hot Just give that rhythm everything you got
Yes, it don't mean a thing, if it ain't got that swing (doo-ah, doo-ah, doo-ah, doo-ah, doo-ah, doo-ah, doo-ah, doo-ah) It don't mean a thing, don't mean a thing if it ain't got that swing, boy (doo-ah, doo-ah, doo-ah, doo-ah, doo-ah, doo-ah, doo-ah, doo-ah) I said, it don't mean a thing, and all you gotta do is sing like (doo-ah, doo-ah, doo-ah, doo-ah, doo-ah, doo-ah, doo-ah, doo-ah) Nah, it makes no difference if it's sweet or hot Just give that rhythm everything you got Don't mean a thing, boy, if it ain't that a swing (doo-ah, doo-ah, doo-ah, doo-ah, doo-ah, doo-ah, doo-ah, doo-ah)“
A pitch eyed, red scaled beholder approaches the pair. “Is there a problem here?”
The pair look up at the Beholder, the man sighs and waves his hand dismissively; "Of course not good sir." Although this sentence is completely in sync with his compatriot, the strange stuffed-rabbit saying; "Yeah, your ugly self intruding on our meal."
Soon after saying this the human puts the Stuffed-rabbit in a chokehold and smiles as he looks at the beholder; "Apoligies good sir, my friend is simply a moron who will be getting the stuffing knocked outta them if they keep speaking."
A pitch eyed, red scaled beholder approaches the pair. “Is there a problem here?”
The pair look up at the Beholder, the man sighs and waves his hand dismissively; "Of course not good sir." Although this sentence is completely in sync with his compatriot, the strange stuffed-rabbit saying; "Yeah, your ugly self intruding on our meal."
Soon after saying this the human puts the Stuffed-rabbit in a chokehold and smiles as he looks at the beholder; "Apoligies good sir, my friend is simply a moron who will be getting the stuffing knocked outta them if they keep speaking."
“In the future, I meet a stuffed rabbit who is very skilled with all sorts of knives. I think I like them better.”
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I’m a decent DM and an above average rules lawyer
I have several complete Pokedexes | I may be stupid, but at least I’m not smart!
My favorite characters from dead threads; AMA: Aria, Rade, Kiano & Luz, Juniper, Ezra & Dr. Paine, Xi & his siblings, MisaStay Paranoid!!!
*You know it* The band lose themselves in the music. Tom taps his foot to the beat as he spins the bass like a top, Big Blue’s fingers dance across the keys, and the brass blares right on time. Angela sings,
“What good is melody, what good is music If it ain't possessin' something sweet? Nah, it ain't the melody and it ain't the music There's something else that makes this tune complete
Yes, it don't mean a thing, if it ain't got that swing (doo-ah, doo-ah, doo-ah, doo-ah, doo-ah, doo-ah, doo-ah, doo-ah) Well, it don't mean a thing, all you got to do is sing (doo-ah, doo-ah, doo-ah, doo-ah, doo-ah, doo-ah, doo-ah, doo-ah) It makes no difference if it's sweet or hot Just give that rhythm everything you got
Yes, it don't mean a thing, if it ain't got that swing (doo-ah, doo-ah, doo-ah, doo-ah, doo-ah, doo-ah, doo-ah, doo-ah) It don't mean a thing, don't mean a thing if it ain't got that swing, boy (doo-ah, doo-ah, doo-ah, doo-ah, doo-ah, doo-ah, doo-ah, doo-ah) I said, it don't mean a thing, and all you gotta do is sing like (doo-ah, doo-ah, doo-ah, doo-ah, doo-ah, doo-ah, doo-ah, doo-ah) Nah, it makes no difference if it's sweet or hot Just give that rhythm everything you got Don't mean a thing, boy, if it ain't that a swing (doo-ah, doo-ah, doo-ah, doo-ah, doo-ah, doo-ah, doo-ah, doo-ah)“
*I've gotta be honest idk what to say after this.*
"Splendid!" He chugs the rest of his stardust martini down. "I'm ready!"
*FR*
Chacun voit midi à sa porte.
Praise Jeff the Evil Roomba!
You follow him through the crowds of delight seekers towards a large dance hall. The place feels oddly empty with the wide open floors completely devoid of furniture or people. On the other side, a small band practices some jazz.
"These are the Easy Speakers, the best swing band on board, and there are several. That cat plucking on the bass is Ol' Tom, the smoothest cat you'll ever meet," he says pointing at an orange furred tabaxi who winks at you.
"The Marburrow Brothers are the two trombonists. They can play anything brass and they only speak through their instruments." The two men blare out a greeting through their golden instruments.
"Big Blue is on keys," He gestures to a dwarf sitting at a piano, "And Pete rocks at drumming," A stone skinned earth genasi nods at you from the drums.
"That there is Louie, never heard a man blow a sweeter sound out of a trumpet," He points to a man in a pinstripe suit with shades on and wearing a trilby.
"And finally, here is the marvelous Miss Angela. She is our voice, alongside me and Louie occasionally, and her angelic singing is unmatched upon this earth. I swear she must have celestial blood in her veins, ain't no way someone this sweet is allowed to walk the earth." A ruby lipped woman with golden hair and a red dress smiles a bright white smile and asks, "You flatter me, Benji. How about instead of buttering us up, tell us who this... person is?"
"The newest addition to our band. I'll let him introduce himself, I got to bounce." He spins, coat tails flying, and hurries out of the building. The band looks you over.
"Hello! The name's Mikkel. Mikkel Fenroce. Pleasure to meet you." He refrains from shaking hands for obvious reasons. "Now I might look slippery but I assure you appearances are deceiving."
Chacun voit midi à sa porte.
Praise Jeff the Evil Roomba!
*i gtg. gn!*
Chacun voit midi à sa porte.
Praise Jeff the Evil Roomba!
Louie's smooth voice speaks up, "We're all a little slippery, we're swingers. What do you play?" The others study you.
*See you later.*
"Accordion."
Chacun voit midi à sa porte.
Praise Jeff the Evil Roomba!
"Splendid. Why don't you come on over and we'll play a song or two. Got to practice before tonight." says Angela.
"Sure thing! What song do we want to start with? I'm a bit rusty, mind you."
Chacun voit midi à sa porte.
Praise Jeff the Evil Roomba!
Big Blue speaks up, his deep voice says, “How ‘bout we try a classic? It don’t mean a thing?” The rest of the band nod and chime in with agreement as they start to play the first notes of the song.
*that song is fire*
Mikkel also starts to play, not very well at first, but as they go further he gets more in tune and in time with the rest of the groupe.
Chacun voit midi à sa porte.
Praise Jeff the Evil Roomba!
*Wow, might as well try The Gut.*
I suppose this would be in the Whalebone Inn no? Chilling at a table- well, I wouldn't say "Chilling" in factuality. More or less argueing, were two beings; One taller, a Human of sorts. They have long brown hair and a stubble on their chin. The other? A small being, a rabbit-like creature, it seemed to leak stuffing. As they spoke you could easily tell what this was about;
"Why would you do that?" The human had spoken to the stuffed creature.
"Do what? All I did was take down a [GP]." The stuffed creature had spoke! Their voice was rather deep, and scratchy.
"You put that poor man in a infirmary."
"He looked at me funny!"
The arguing continued, it was rather out-loud and barely and argue, more or less a stern talking to.
Life's amusing and it knows
A pitch eyed, red scaled beholder approaches the pair. “Is there a problem here?”
I’m a decent DM and an above average rules lawyer
I have several complete Pokedexes | I may be stupid, but at least I’m not smart!
My favorite characters from dead threads; AMA: Aria, Rade, Kiano & Luz, Juniper, Ezra & Dr. Paine, Xi & his siblings, Misa Stay Paranoid!!!
My Drummer given title is… Swift as the Dragon
May the dice roll ever in your favor
*You know it*
The band lose themselves in the music. Tom taps his foot to the beat as he spins the bass like a top, Big Blue’s fingers dance across the keys, and the brass blares right on time. Angela sings,
If it ain't possessin' something sweet?
Nah, it ain't the melody and it ain't the music
There's something else that makes this tune complete
Well, it don't mean a thing, all you got to do is sing (doo-ah, doo-ah, doo-ah, doo-ah, doo-ah, doo-ah, doo-ah, doo-ah)
It makes no difference if it's sweet or hot
Just give that rhythm everything you got
It don't mean a thing, don't mean a thing if it ain't got that swing, boy (doo-ah, doo-ah, doo-ah, doo-ah, doo-ah, doo-ah, doo-ah, doo-ah)
I said, it don't mean a thing, and all you gotta do is sing like (doo-ah, doo-ah, doo-ah, doo-ah, doo-ah, doo-ah, doo-ah, doo-ah)
Nah, it makes no difference if it's sweet or hot
Just give that rhythm everything you got
Don't mean a thing, boy, if it ain't that a swing (doo-ah, doo-ah, doo-ah, doo-ah, doo-ah, doo-ah, doo-ah, doo-ah)“
The pair look up at the Beholder, the man sighs and waves his hand dismissively; "Of course not good sir." Although this sentence is completely in sync with his compatriot, the strange stuffed-rabbit saying; "Yeah, your ugly self intruding on our meal."
Soon after saying this the human puts the Stuffed-rabbit in a chokehold and smiles as he looks at the beholder; "Apoligies good sir, my friend is simply a moron who will be getting the stuffing knocked outta them if they keep speaking."
Life's amusing and it knows
“In the future, I meet a stuffed rabbit who is very skilled with all sorts of knives. I think I like them better.”
I’m a decent DM and an above average rules lawyer
I have several complete Pokedexes | I may be stupid, but at least I’m not smart!
My favorite characters from dead threads; AMA: Aria, Rade, Kiano & Luz, Juniper, Ezra & Dr. Paine, Xi & his siblings, Misa Stay Paranoid!!!
My Drummer given title is… Swift as the Dragon
May the dice roll ever in your favor
*I've gotta be honest idk what to say after this.*
Chacun voit midi à sa porte.
Praise Jeff the Evil Roomba!
*That’s alright. We’ve been going on for a while. We can just assume that you played in the band and got payed.*
WOW!
can i play one of the things that lives belowdecks?
hi
mourn the flumph. enter the galaxy, join the planetscape! yep. do you like ravenloft?
new thread coming eventually.
bye
*Absolutely! By the way, it is 110% cool to make up the locations and such belowdecks if you wanna hang out there.*
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
Forever burdenless and terminally live!