Rumor tended to circulate far and wide, reaching even the most far removed corners of the realms. Urania had known about Yggdrasil since she was a kid, it was a huge part of her homeland's culture. "The Bridge Between the Nine Realms" as it was called. She didn't quite expect to be hearing that old Myth once she was exiled and cast out, but then she came to Fiore. She began to hear its name again, only in hushed murmurs and spoken of as if it were a legend. It was all stuff she knew of course, except for one thing. One name mentioned over and over in discussion of it. Sabertooth. One of the many guilds Fiore was famous for, had apparently made residence inside the World Tree. She was never one to immediately shoot down ideas immediately but that was just preposterous! There was no way that any mortal could just claim The World Tree.
But that sat at the back of her mind, an itch she couldn't scratch. Could it be possible? Is The World Tree just allowing folks to... live in it? Build around it? However it worked. She decided that she would make the journey to The Ace of Spades and attempt to join the guild and crack the mystery once and all. It couldn't hurt, and if it ended up being just a myth shed still end up with room and board after half a decade of wandering the world. The trip to Ace of Spades took around two months, and by the time she arrived she had learned enough to know where to head: The Red Dragon Inn. Perfect place for someone with bardic skill and charm.
Pushing her way through the doors to the inn, Urania quickly felt the rustic charm wash over her. It felt like home already. It wasn't packed, but not empty either. Perfect amount of clutter, nice orange light. Out the window, the moon was just rising over the horizon. Sitting down in front of a window and pulling her guitar off her back, she began to play a song she knew well, one from her childhood.
As she sang, the notes of the song formed around her in glittering shades of gold, the area around her seeming to warm to a sort of cozy feeling. Yes, Bardic magic typically had that effect, a song was never truly just a song after all. They were catalysts, tools that pulled from one's emotions and magic and turned into a spell. Most songs, like this one, would remain basic without spending too much of the casters magic. But they could be refined, honed into powerful spells that are not to be taken lightly.
But that sat at the back of her mind, an itch she couldn't scratch. Could it be possible? Is The World Tree just allowing folks to... live in it? Build around it? However it worked. She decided that she would make the journey to The Ace of Spades and attempt to join the guild and crack the mystery once and all. It couldn't hurt, and if it ended up being just a myth shed still end up with room and board after half a decade of wandering the world. The trip to Ace of Spades took around two months, and by the time she arrived she had learned enough to know where to head: The Red Dragon Inn. Perfect place for someone with bardic skill and charm.
Pushing her way through the doors to the inn, Urania quickly felt the rustic charm wash over her. It felt like home already. It wasn't packed, but not empty either. Perfect amount of clutter, nice orange light. Out the window, the moon was just rising over the horizon. Sitting down in front of a window and pulling her guitar off her back, she began to play a song she knew well, one from her childhood.
"... Oh, won't you come with me,
where the moon is made of gold?
where the moon is made of gold?
And in the morning sun,
We'll be sailing.
Oh, won't you come with me,
where the ocean meets the sky?
And as the clouds roll by,
we'll sing the song of the sea ..."
As she sang, the notes of the song formed around her in glittering shades of gold, the area around her seeming to warm to a sort of cozy feeling. Yes, Bardic magic typically had that effect, a song was never truly just a song after all. They were catalysts, tools that pulled from one's emotions and magic and turned into a spell. Most songs, like this one, would remain basic without spending too much of the casters magic. But they could be refined, honed into powerful spells that are not to be taken lightly.