Now that breytast vindar has ended and all the official new ranks have been sorted out, it is time for one of the Stormborn's unofficial ranks to make some changes to their number. Typically, there is approximately one bard for every freeborn lion in the pride, but if you look, you'll see that there seems to be a shortage of bards. Whatever will the pride do for entertainment?!
As of this post, there are 425 freeborn in the pride, and only four bards, three of which are NPCs. That means the bards will be holding auditions and taking between five and seven new lions into their ranks this time around.
Bard auditions require those who are interested in the position to create an entirely new song and perform it in front of the pride. Then the pride will vote for their favorite. That lion automatically becomes a bard, regardless of the other bards' preferences or desires. The rest of the slots are filled by secret bard voting. (Which, in this case, means Fey will be making decisions.)
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Posted: Sat Oct 08, 2016 10:56 am
How This Will Work
This is where any interested freeborn (including reavers and captains and suchlike) who have musical aspirations can audition in front of the entire pride with a song they wrote all by themselves on a theme chosen by the current bards. This year's theme is the breytast vindar that just took place.
At the end of the contest, a poll will go up soliciting votes for everyone's favorite entry. That entrant is assured the rank of bard. All the others will be selected at Fey's discretion.
You may have as many of your lions enter as you wish, but it is unlikely Fey will pick more than one from the same owner, unless there is a dearth of entries.
Post this form to enter.
[b][color=scarlet]Mi mi mi miiiiii![/color][/b] [size=11][b]SB Name:[/b] [b]Link to One Complete RP:[/b] [b]Entry:[/b] (RP your lion's audition. This must include the lyrics to their original song about this year's breytast vindar.)[/size]
Posted: Sat Oct 08, 2016 11:01 am
But wait! There's more! Since not everyone in the world has lions in the Stormborn (alas!), I am also offering the opportunity to win one of the pride's formerly NPC bards: This contest is only open to Stormborn newbies! It is strongly recommended that you read up on bards in the pride subforum before entering.
Mi mi mi miiiiii! SB Name: Smyg Link to One Complete RP:Sneaky Sneaky Entry:
Smyg was not a lion to seek out a fight. He wasn't nearly as skilled as so many others in the pride. What did he care if Reavers had more privileges than Freeborn? He wasn't militarily inclined, nor did he care to take orders.
But an audition to be a Bard? Now that was an idea. He'd observed Bards, of course, as part of the pride, but he hadn't really considered joining their ranks before. An oversight, of course. Smyg knew a number of songs well, and he was struck by how long they could linger in one's memory.
Who said tooth and claw were the only weapons a lion could wield. Stepping up before the pride, he began the song he'd prepared. He didn't much care about the subject, but after seeing and hearing the results in question, Smyg had known there was no more interesting part of the Breytast Vindar to sing about. With twinkle in his pale eyes, the lion began to sing.
Winds blow in the change of seasons Breytast Vindar comes once more Lions challenge for many reasons Shredding fur and flesh and gore
There, that should satisfy most of the pride. They liked to discuss dismemberment and ripping bodies limb from limb. So they should appreciate the implied bloodshed.
Some seek better positions Like the Captain Ragnvard He wished to rule in days to come And so challenged Ruzski Warlord
It didn't matter that Ruzski was no longer Warlord, thanks to a later challenge. Smyg wasn't entirely certain what opinion he'd hold about Svana, but now wasn't the time to worry about the political climate. Besides, everyone liked to laugh at failure. Right?
Some will reach beyond their means Hit a rock in the grassy sward Ragnvard met with just defeat And not the title he adored
And that wasn't even the best part of the story, from Smyg's point of view. But it was pretty funny, and he mimed as he sang, how absolutely shocked and awed he was by this remarkable turn of events. How could such a lion as Ragnvard ever lose? The sarcasm was thick, even in his mind.
Then a Reaver came to him A lioness, young and dark Challenged and contrived to win Against poor foolish Ragnvard
The lioness in question wasn't much younger than Smyg, to tell the truth, an adult in her own right and had been for more than a year. She'd also been a Reaver for quite a long time, and so it hadn't at all been surprising that she'd Challenged this year. The surprise was how poor a show it had been. Maybe Ragnvard had been tired from his earlier Challenge, but even so, there should've been more competition against the lioness. Instead, any witness had known instantly who would win that fight.
Breytast Vindar has gone again Leaving victory for the bold And let me assure you all, my friends It's no season for the old.
Smyg bowed his head as he finished his song, as much to hide the smirk on his face as to show modesty to the audience. Oh sure, he'd pointed out a certain red lion as a laughingstock, but he would've been so anyway. And you couldn't hold a would-be Bard at fault for making a song that people would surely enjoy.
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Mi mi mi miiiiii! SB Name:Brenna Link to One Complete RP:Pregnancy sucks Entry: Brenna had sat and listened to the first audition, her back paw tapping along to the tune as the male sang. He was good, she thought, and his quips about the red Captain made her grin. Ragnvard, her nephew, had certainly become well known about the pride. Her amusement was dampened by the knowladge that her sister Soma had been at her wits end with the boy ever since he had started to get into trouble as a cub. How a lioness like Soma, sweet and kind and honest, ever birthed such a conniving, disagreeable son was utterly beyond Brenna. But she supposed family was both a blessing and a curse. And at least their other children had all turned out far more decent that the degenerate Ragnvard.
Shaking he rhead to rid it of such thoughts she clapped along with the crowd when the lion's song finished. Ragnvard would be pretty mad about that one, but Brenna rather hoped she was there when he first heard it. Gathering her thoughts she stood up and approached the spot the previous Bard-hopeful had stood. She was no great singer, but she knew she was an excellent storyteller. So, sitting down, she gathered her thoughts and begun. Her voice was low and husky, a sultry croon as she began her tale.
"T'was that time again, when lions fight for pride and glory. When thralls become Stormborn and Warlords fall. That glorious show of strength and determination, of lions fighting to prove their worth. First there was the red Captain, an individual of sharp mind and claws, who challenged the Warlord but fought from an injust cause. Selfish was he and self serving did he fail, beaten by Ruzski, the Warlord still safe. Then came two friends, agreeable all, one to challenge the other to fall. But affable they were and their battle was grand, and so the friends both known as Captains now stand. Next saw a pair of brothers face off, Truls and Tallskog of Gavad's line. Twins they be by fur and blood, but one a Captain, the other not. Thus they fought, hard and wild, shedding blood with nary a smile. After these two came the tale already told." She gave a nod in the direction of the previous entrant, silently giving the lion acknowledgment on his superior rendition of Ragnvard's fight. Not only did she wish to avoid embarrassing her sister by repeating it, but also Smyg 's rendition had already covered that particular bout and she didn't wish to bore the audience. "Of Captain Ragnvard and his female foe. Blind with rage he swung and missed, handing Anwar her much deserved conquest. Next came Vidar and Phosphor, strangers both but affable and easy they agreed to fight. The battle was a test of strength and power but in the end a new Captain was crowned. Next to try his luck was Ruzul, eager to prove his metal. But Kekale was the stronger and held off the contender, but hopefully they still remain friends. Last but not least came the challenge of Amaranth. A thrall desirus of her freedom. Vali was her goal and a challenge was told, to the reaver who was caught by surprise. But win he did and thwarted the dream of a lioness winning her freedom. Thus we come to the fight between a lioness and the Warlord. Young she was yet bright was her star and this day the Gods smiled down, for she fought like a wild thing with tooth and claw and victorious did she emerge. So now we welcome the new Warlord, a true lady of the Storm. Svana Lytidottir is our leader now, and may the gods watch over her reign."
Brenna let her voice fall silent and sighed through her smile. Well, that could have gone better she supposed. But it was done now. She could only wait and see. Standing she moved out of the way so the next lion could step up.
Posted: Sun Oct 16, 2016 10:54 am
Mi mi mi miiiiii! SB Name:Bjort Link to One Complete RP:[x] Entry: The dark lion listened to the other performances with a smile on his face, teeth bright against his black fur. they were admirable performances and he closed his eyes to visualize the tales the other prospects spoke of. Occasionally he let loose a chuckle at the playful jabs towards the subjects of song. He appreciated the gestures; what was the fun of making a song if you weren't going to poke fun, or make gossip? Regardless of what some might think, Bjort found power in the position. You could get people to listen to you, and you could say pretty much whatever you wanted! What other power could he want? There was, of course, the fact that Bjort highly doubted he would be successful in any other profession. So when he heard there would be auditions, the rogue-born lion began preparing material immediately. As Brenna stepped down, Bjort looked to her and gave a smile of approval to her song before stepping up himself. He cleared his throat for a moment before he began singing himself, his voice a low and melodic baritone, lacking any sort of ferocious grumble that one might think of in an iron-blooded warrior.
"The time of winds have come again, the time of glory and blood and fate, to bring us grand tales of awe and wonder to bring us ironblooded souls seeking to be great.
"And lo, what tales this season has in tow what bloodied tales of wonder. So my brethren allow me this stage to borrow so I might tell you of the sons and daughters of thunder.
"It was upon these very fateful sands. Yes! The mighty Ruzski falls, defeated. No piece of the sky, no monster's tooth will save you now. No great act stops the cycle, repeated.
"Great Ruzski, who brought down the brutal Njal, your name now is only legend. Console yourself with your healer wife, or can only the emerald dame bring you from depression?"
The lion took a breath and continued forward, eyes looking over those who had gathered but avoiding the gaze of any he might had insulted with his gossiping reference. He supposed he would need more practice with in this role before he could insult of gossip about people while looking them in the eye…
"Now let us Hail to Warlord Svana! Who bested Ruzski, fierce and true. Where pitiful Rangvard 's challenge was easily tossed aside, in the end victory goes to you."
Bjort's eyes continued to move through the crowd. Sure, Smyg had already addressed Rangvard's defeat this season, but Bjort found it to be so deliciously entertaining and he couldn't help but make one poking jab at the subject. He had watched the challenge between the lion and the former warlord. Watched as his challenge was accepted with as passive of a response as was seemingly possible. And Svana... well, the battle was impressive and the story of it--the lioness who would become warlord--was too dramatic to pass up.
"Hail to our new champion, to the season's outcome that will surely vex, for these are the winds that will be remembered as the one that brought power to the fairer sex."
Bjort managed to keep a playful grin throughout his song—not quite nefarious but certainly not innocent. As he finished, the dark lion bowed his head in a somewhat dramatic manner before he sat back down, looking the crowd over for any reaction as he wondered who would speak up next.
Trololololo Username: Intomniac Lion Name: Egil (Terror) Brief Personality: Not unfriendly by any means, Eg can often be mistaken as brooding due to his quiet demeanor and far away expression. He's actually just deep in thought, building bars and devising stories, and rehearsing lines. He's a friendly, rather outgoing fellow and he is proud of his Pride and their history. He has a deep passion for story telling and it tells in his voice when he begins to sing. His voice, a rich baritone, rumbles like thunder. He's a sturdy lion with an eye for the ladies, and he's got a very dominant air about him. He can quiet a group with a few short words and his roar will shake you to your core and make you feel like you're standing in the midst of an earthquake. He's charismatic, and passionate and bright. All he wants is to share is knowledge, his stories and his songs.
Brief History: He was one of the strange cubs, found in the dark fog in the midst of a storm, wandering the outer edges of the haunted woods, Ghostborn, they called him. A trade for the weaker young that the forest would sometimes claim. He was special. Different. Unique. He was raised among Reavers, and he found a fascination for the story telling he heard among the priestesses as a cub, and he spent as much time trailing behind the bards as he was allowed. There was just something about song and story that captivated him and took him to another world. Another time.
As he grew, so too did his love for history and their Gods. His wanderlust often made him yearn to join on the occasional Viking, and sometimes he would, offering to carry a Reaver's belongings, or to tell a wild tale about a Captain if he would be allowed to follow. He always found solace in the rain, and when lightning painted the sky alight, the markings down his side illuminated brilliantly. He was awestruck by the world and it only served to inspire him.
Bold in nature, as he got older, he was eager to make a name for himself, and he was more eager still to have his voice heard. He often would tell stories to the thralls when no one else would hear him, and a few even became so bold as to challenge for a place in the pride.
Life was his joy.
As he reached full blown adulthood, he found his way to the woods, and he wandered into it's depths with trepidation but determination, and there, he saw the vissage of a lion so massive and so powerful that there was no doubt in his mind that the creature must have been borne of the Gods, and then, the figure was gone. That night, he wandered through the mist and fog, relaxed as he bathed in the scent of the mint that grew wild there, and as he climbed the gradual slope that led to the cliffs that overlooked everything, a storm whipped up with such sudden ferocity that he couldn't have made it to shelter if he'd tried, and there, standing in the rain and bustling wind, looking up into the sky, he felt an utter shock as the clouds formed a great maw, and thunder boomed like an earth shattering roar and from two eyes piercing through the clouds, lightening struck him and traveled straight through his heart.
He woke the next morning, unharmed, and as he lay there on the cliff looking down, he wondered if it were all a dream.
Dream or not, he finally had his story.
There'pon yon treach'rous cliffs, one night a vision stirred.
Gazing down 'midst the slopes, to woods where dead conferred.
The scent of rain and prey beasts filled his nostrils as they flared,
Hardened eyes through wind did pierce the mint to storm be bared,
In the chill of the eve the shards of hail his pelt could not belay,
The storm, It grew and soon he knew that here he could not stay...
in the rushing gusts of icy rage his paws fell forward, heavy on,
His swift dark form slipped into shadow, from sight surely gone,
A child born of the Pounding Thunder, son of the Warrior Thorn,
Son of the Earthen Mother, from her body his shape was shorn,
Fearless of the spectors that surrounded the murky wood,
Darkness came to blanket him and cover like a hood.
A son of storm and earth became, that night a wandering ghost,
and if you pass the Forests edge, he might become your host.
Posted: Sat Oct 22, 2016 6:07 am
Congratulations. Everybody wins. I'll update the master member list.
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Don't forget to make a post for Egil in the pride's joining thread cool It helps keep me organized. Also, he was colored by pinchmonster.
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