Hark! Fair Tavern Goers! Wilt Thou Stick Around for Open Bard Night?

Support thy local bards

Thou shan’t regret lending thine eyes and ears. (Václav Brožík, National Gallery Prague)

Hark, fair tavern goers! ‘Tis the second Tuesday of the month, and the hour approaches seven bells. The hour of Open Bard Nite at Three Moons Tavern grows nigh, and I shall transform before thine eyes from a lowly stable apprentice into the master of ceremonies.

Wilt thou stick around and bear witness to some of our kingdom’s best amateur bards and mummers? Ample seating remains near the front!

Alas, ‘tis true that many of the players this eve have never before exhibited their gifts, but even Dionysus himself had to start somewhere! Mayhaps someone on this very lineup shall one day be known as the next Chaucer.

Do not make haste to the exit so soon, weary travelers! Mayhaps we shall be in luck, and an established wandering troubadour shall stop in to try out some new material. The King’s own Jester once performed here whilst preparing for his set at the Feast of Saint Barnabas.

And while no one of quite that esteem hath sent word of their intentions to appear tonight, Alric The Saucy Juggler shall be your headliner! Perhaps you’ve heard tell of his exploits. Nay, you say? Well, he has performed at knighting ceremonies for some fairly important knights, so missing him tonight would surely be a fool’s errand.

A signup scroll is upon my person. It shall be passed around, should any amongst you deem thyselves pure of heart and courageous enough to trod these boards for five to eight minutes! All I ask in return, is that each bard bring with them three companions, who all must imbibe two cups of mead, minimum.

I see that many have chosen to retire to their beds to prepare for a long day in the fields on the morrow. But those who remain, I beseech you all to bestow a round of applause upon thyselves for supporting local bards.

After the events of last month, John The Tavernkeeper has gravely warned that the evening’s performance may not again extend past nine. And so, the tyme has come to get this bard caravan a-rollin.

Bryn Pottie has yearned to scribe for all his days. Alack, he is but an oaf and no moneyed men will patronize his ravings. Evidence of this can be found here: www.brynpottie.com