Kalans Korner

So what is it exactly then that brings me to Denmark of all places? To be honest I’m not entirely sure, it’s almost as though I’ve been drawn here. That’s one of the hazards of being one of the few living Bards in this day and age.

To be perfectly honest, my real title isn’t Bard. I mean, that’s mostly what I like to think of myself as. The more accurate translation of what it is I do is that of Word Smith. Every culture in the world has its own name for what it is I do. I just happen to prefer the one the ancient Celts use. Sounds much more, I don’t know, noble I guess. Basically what it means is that I know most of the Names of things, and I also know most of the Stories of the world. Some of them I know in their native languages, most I know in English.

I know it doesn’t sound glamourous, I mean yippee, I can tell stories and speak a bunch of different languages. Heck I don’t even get to perform any real Magic. That’s one of the reasons I’m heading to Norreport to meet Sonja. Despite what you may have seen in the movies and read in books, Magic cannot be done alone. It has to do with some rules that were set out back in ancient times, something to do with too much power residing in the hands of a single person or some such. Boils down to if I want to play in the big leagues, I have to follow the rules.

Most of the time anyways.

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