Imagine you’re in battle and the bard in your group is getting OVERWHELMINGLY STRESSED. To the point where you question whether he’s going to make it or not.
When suddenly, an enemy lunges forward to attack, splashing his face with an unknown black goop.
The room becomes still, in that moment.
The Bard’s panic turns to calm.
He locks eyes with the enemy and lets out, in the highest pitched screech you’ve ever had to deal with
and the feeling it brings you?relief..
h o p e…