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Bard's College Audition
Date: 2014-01-28 03:53 am (UTC)1) The DB has the worst singing/insturment skills ever, and the College staff talks about what to do with them.
2) The DB casts the "Conjure Rock Guitar" spell, and plays a guitar solo the likes of which Skyrim has never heard.
Re: Bard's College Audition
Date: 2014-01-28 06:34 am (UTC)Re: Bard's College Audition
Date: 2014-02-01 05:08 am (UTC)Re: Bard's College Audition "I Have To...Audition?" 1/? (F!DB)
Date: 2014-02-09 05:58 am (UTC)Samarra nodded. If nothing else, being a member of the Bard’s College would give her a guaranteed bed and meal while she was in Solitude. Ever since finding out she was Dragonborn, she really hadn’t had a chance to just rest and think. Perhaps she would take Hadvar’s advice and join the Imperial legion while she was here. “Yes, sir. If you have space.”
The elf nodded, reddish-hued gaze sweeping from the top of her head to her toes appraisingly. The outer package wasn’t unattractive…for a human, he reasoned. Now to determine if there was any skill or talent beneath that façade. “There will have to be an audition, of course. We must know your level of skill.”
Samarra swallowed, paling visibly. “Au—audition?” she squeaked.
The elf nodded. “Of course, my dear. You have something prepared, I’m sure. If you’ll give me a few minutes, I’ll gather the faculty and we can get this formality over with,” he smiled cheerily, ignoring the decidedly green tint that Samarra’s skin had taken on as he hurried off on his self-appointed task.
Samarra stood as if rooted in the hall, trying to think of an escape. Joining the Bards’ College seemed a worse and worse idea by the moment, she realized, edging towards the door. She’d thought that she would simply be able to waltz in, find a chair, read all their tomes, and then claim a bed. Or, at worst, be sent off to collect some moldering artifact from a tomb somewhere since, in her experience, moldering artifacts were never in cozy sitting parlors. No—she was to perform. In front of people.
Her stomach roiled uncomfortably and Samarra pressed her palms to her belly. She had to get a grip, she scolded herself. It was just once—one performance in front of people. Well, people who would decide her fate as a student at the Bards’ College, she corrected herself. It wasn’t like her mother was standing in a corner, ready to wield her razor-sharp wit to cut her only daughter down to size for imagining that she, Samarra, had talent. No, she’d left her own dear, sweet mother back in High Rock and never looked back.
What was the worst that could happen? Steeling her resolve, she took a deep breath and forced the queasiness away. She could do this. Shoulders thrown back, she allowed a small smile for the first time in days—not since before Helgen, in fact.
Viarmo stepped back into the hallway, gesturing her forward.