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If he had to choose a class, Dolomedes would like to believe he makes for a pretty good bard. It was an easy decision, really; who needs the added stress battering people around in a battle when you can just play some tunes to help your friends out? Tending to stay away from the main action of combat sounds ideal to him; besides, the world could always use a little more inspiration, couldn't it? Healing sounds a lot better than hurtinf anyways. In his eyes, the power of melodies tuned to the fabric of reality ranks far above the power and tooth and nail. Besides, it's
magical music. Music that inspires your allies and improves their performance. Music that can throw enemies for a loop. Music that can heal the wounds of fellow companions. Bards are less so destructive and moreso charming and enchanting. Violence motivates people to follow the wrong direction; music helps the crowds who have heard it step in the right direction, into the light.
Dolomedes just doesn't see the point in running into battle the second you see some lurking, hungry creature around the corner —
just walk away and nobody gets hurt, unless the beast ends up chasing after you. Maybs then you can try to play a tune to stop it in its tracks without harming it in the long run so you can live to see another day. Nature's important, and he knows that — he would likely consider it to be his muse. Listening to the natural world and all it has to offer, Dolomedes finds great inspiration. Trees speak century-long sagas that they share only among themselves. Blooming roses tell of tales both soft and sharp. The waves sing of all that has yet to be discovered. The eventual and endless change of seasons, the shift in tides, the earth he walks upon all a part of his music's influences. No tune is the same as eachother, just like every living thing. With this, he hopes he can inspire everyone around him to think just as deeply about nature — fellow bard or not — and draw from all walks of life to weave into their own work, creating their own tales just as he does with his music.
(On the other hand, his parasite, Jumpy, likes to believe that being a bard would be BORING. If it could, it would really much rather be a barbarian than anything. If only it weren't attatched to a chicoon's leg; the idea of being so tough and fierce and agressive and able to beat up anything who dares hurts something they care about sounds pretty fun to them. It wants action! ...But that's not the easiest thing to do when you're stuck to somebody's back leg. Unfortunately, all they can do is keep imagining they're a big brutish barbarian full of unbridled, primal rage with extra-strong weapons and crushing strength and not attatched to a nature-loving bard who would never let them wreak havoc on the living world.)
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