29. The Minstrel's Misery
"so... mister minstrel, what'd you do to get in here? did they not like how you didn't rhyme?"
Hazel, the Sarcastic Medieval Cat
Stayed right there in his chair, unmoving, and as uninterested in this ''minstrel'' as hazel was. hell, as far as hazel was concerned this minstrel jackass could go die in the fire he was puppyguarding.
Dürnstein
The minstrel fox liked to tell the story in later years, and it ran something like this. i had been wandering about in that patchwork of petty kingdoms and dukedoms that surround the danube.
Virginia
"and, of course, we shall be graced with the song of minstrel raphael, who has chosen to be the sole minstrel to join us this year. minstrel raphael, please stand," raf not only stood but jumped up on the table to give all there a deep bow.
The Dying Prince
Breath has failed to appear he realizes happiness is a rare magic the loyal hound is at bedside his family's eyes are dried he's waiting for master to wake up he can't hear his master's breath he'll wait, and soon it will be playtime once again the minstrel
Chapter 3: Flight! (part 1)
Chapter 3: Flight! Part 1 "Damnit! Ixel you have to get up," Tod urged the seemingly lifeless hybrid. He lowered his ear to her chest. No heartbeat or breathing either. Somewhere between scared and desperate he looked around at the passers-by who...
Chapter 2: Revelations
Chapter 2: Revelations Tod sprawled across his preferred tree branch watching the park expectantly while eating chocolate covered espresso beans. It was well into the morning, nearing noon, and there was still no sign of his new friend. It had been...
Species: Skr'rit Companion
This is an idea I've been working on for a bit. I have a character on a muck that is a Skr'rit Companion and this is an attempt to clear up some confusion and back story needs. FWIW, if you like the idea and want to use it somewhere, please feel free,...
Cadence
That chain of events led us to kelvic, a local minstrel, who told us about a small patch of ruins up the trail we could check out.
A Dragons heart
The minstrel strummed a little on his lute and leaned forward over the edge of his chariot. "so then...let me tell you how they look, what they are like, and what they do...for i..."
Refuge In Refraction: Chapter Three
His name was minstrel." sarah shrugged, "eh, it's not fur off my back. we got a lot here." she stopped at a gate, pushing it open.
HoA Chapter 13: At the Brink
minstrels playing at a lively pace, the typical drunkards harassing the waitresses, though several patrons had fallen asleep at their tables and the bar was vacant, except for the tender who gave him a friendly wave over.