Memorias de un Bardo

 This was a test, a test from the gods and men. For us to prove our worth... I saw the cave, that cave, the cursed cave. The cave where my first party died, where the men I love died. Tysgard was at my side, bumping me as a sign of support. And we walked in. A curve, two... and then the hall. That open space built in stone where he was, Samir.  Standing tall, with worry on his eyes. He lifted his hand, yelling at me "you have to go!" with anxiety and worry in his voice. And I just couldn't. "I am more powerful now" was my first thought and tried to push forward, trying to face the danger. But forward in the cave, it was him again, looking at me, worried... "You have to go, you have to live for us" and something breaks in me, I can't, I can't leave him again. And I take his hand and try to vamp us out using one of my most powerful spells.  And the light goes brighter and we don't move an inch. Tysgard, behind me, lifts his voice "you ha...

 Mi nombre es Eadgyth (pronunciado Iyith) y tengo 26 años, me gustan los pasteles de miel y las noches de luna llena. Mis primeros recuerdos fueron a los 4 o 5 años, en la casa de Madamme Farr, un establecimiento de lenocinio bastante reconocido en la ciudad. Solo sé que fui comprada cómo una esclava desde que era una bebé, lo más probable es que mis padres no me quisieran por mis cuernos y color de pie. Y así fui criada cómo una sirvienta del lugar, sin conocer nunca a mis padres o mi lugar de origen, sin apellido. Pasé mis primeros años lavando, sirviendo platos y llevando bebidas; hasta que a los 10 u 11 años mi ama decidió que tenía potencial para la música y que podía ser una inversión para el lugar (además de tenerme algo de cariño) y así comenzó mi entrenamiento en las artes de la música, la poesía y cualquier cosa que pudiera distraer a los visitantes. Y así crecí y viví, aprendiendo a leer a los comensales para ganarme una propina y mantener contenta a mi ama. Y todo parec...

A memory shared with the party... Imagine this, you see a black gorgeous tall man, his skin as dark as chocolate, and his smile as sweet as honey. And you know you are smiling at him while your fingers are tangles with theirs. Around you, your companions, each one of them, people you would trust with your life. And you know at heart that you’re happy. You are all moving to a new adventure, that cave of wonders and perils and you feel confident. But then darkness, combat, and him, the same tall black man comes towards you in the heat of the battle and covers you with his cape. You try to say something but the words won’t come out, even if it’s what you are good at. He just says, live for us... and the world turns black... You wake up, hours of days later, in a field of flowers, in the heat of the day... but they are not there.