The Old Innkeeper’s Secret | A Bard Song of Quiet Truths, Faded Glory, and Midday Wonder скачать в хорошем качестве

The Old Innkeeper’s Secret | A Bard Song of Quiet Truths, Faded Glory, and Midday Wonder

Welcome Friends🍻🍻 Today’s bard song tells of a kindly old innkeeper with a mind full of stories... and perhaps a past more real than legend. Through enchanted forests, dwarven caves, pirate seas, and quiet hearths — he speaks of Veral, a hero who chased glory and found peace. Thanks for the story to ‪@joshuadrake9648‬ : "An old tavern keepers tells children tales of heroes long gone and their adventures through the enchanted woods, and hikes in the dwarves hills routing the hill trolls and the tales of the heroes time sailing aboard a vessel hunting the dreaded pirate lord crimson eye. He tells the children of all the gold and fame and treasures the hero gained through their travels only to end the tale with how the hero chased the treasure and the fame never getting enough until they found that the treasure they sought all along was peace and the quiet of a life among friends. The tale is ended with a wink as the tavern keeper puts his lute away in a closet that hides the blade of the hero from his tale" 💬 Share your favorite line in the comments! 👍 Like the vibe? Drop a like! 🧙‍♂️ Join our bardic journey — subscribe for more tales from Ethernia! 🎧 Listen Bards of Ethernia on YouTube Music:    / bards of ethernia - topic   🎵 Spotify: https://open.spotify.com/artist/0Gwxl... 🍎 Apple Music:   / bards-of-ethernia   Enjoy the bard songs of Ethernia wherever you listen — from taverns to distant kingdoms and other realms beyond! 🎶🎶🎶 In a little town by a river bend, Where smoke and bread in evening blend, You’ll always hear of glory days, Of heroes’ quests and battles brave. At midday sharp, with the sun held high, Old Bram sits down with a knowing eye. The children gather from near and far To hear his tales of brave Veral Another tale from Bram begins, Come sit, come close—let joy begin! The children cheer, the grownups smile, His stories make the noon worthwhile. Veral roamed where maps fall short, Through haunted woods no soul would court. Where living trees and beasts of stone Would guard the woods they called their own. He fought dark curses wrapped in mist, And saved the forest from the abyss. The whispers still recall his name— The one who walked through fear and flame. Another tale from Bram begins, Come sit, come close—let joy begin! The children cheer, the grownups smile, His stories make the noon worthwhile. He braved the caves where shadows dwell, Where dwarves once mined and trolls did yell. They hurled great stones from heights above, And fought with trunks the size of oaks But Veral’s sword was ever true, It glowed with fire and crimson hue. A ruby set in golden hilt— A flash the darkest fiends would wilt. Another tale from Bram begins, Come sit, come close—let joy begin! The children cheer, the grownups smile, His stories make the noon worthwhile. He braved the seas with storm and tide, Where monstrous things in waves would hide. He hunted down the Crimson Eye, Who ruled the coast with steel and lies. The sea did roar, the skies did burn, But Veral swore he’d not return Until that villain met the deep— And trade could sail the waves in peace. Another tale from Bram begins, Come sit, come close—let joy begin! The children cheer, the grownups smile, His stories make the noon worthwhile. He gathered treasures, gold, and fame, And princesses once praised his name. He chased the fire, he wore the crown, And only time could slow him down. He came to see, through dust and flame, That peace speaks louder than the fame. Not jeweled halls or feats of art, But quiet days and peace in heart. Another tale from Bram begins, Come sit, come close—let joy begin! The children cheer, the grownups smile, His stories make the noon worthwhile. All marveled at old Bram’s sharp mind— So many tales, so well-designed. And every day, when lunch is through, He hides his lute in the quiet room. And some have seen, or so they say, A golden hilt, a ruby glow And when they ask, he simply grins, Then winks and never says a thing. #Bardcore #FantasyMusic #DNDmusic #CelticFolk #MedievalTavern