I’m really tired of hearing that bards get outclassed easily at high levels. It’s like people expect them to be able to cast spells as well as a 20th level wizard *and* fight as well as a fighter or barbarian. Like, of course they’re not going to outperform specialized classes, otherwise the game wouldn’t be balanced.
No one seems to understand that bards are meant to be a powerful jack-of-all-trades. In fact, there’s a class feature that bards get at level **2** that spells that out for the player. Bard’s aren’t supposed to be able to cast incredible spells like Wish or attack five times in one turn, they’re supposed to be able to fill every role in the party to some extent so that they can make up for any weaknesses that the party might have. That’s why they get both powerful healing and attack spells, like the literal one-shot instant kill Power Word: Kill. Bard’s are also one of only two classes that can bring characters back to life.
I honestly have no idea why anyone thinks that bards are useless or outclassed because they are EASILY the most versatile class in the game. The fact that they are both capable fighters and healers make them really good, and the bard colleges of valor and lore make them really good support characters too. The new College of Swords from the unearthed arcana also makes bards *incredible* melee fighters, and I would almost argue that a college of swords bard could replace your melee fighter or DPS while still being a good support class on top of that.
Bards get a lot of flack for being a “jack of all trades, master of none”, but everyone seems to forget that the saying goes “Jack of all trades, master of none,
But often better than a master of one.”
“they are EASILY the most versatile class”
*record scratch*
Writes down in headcanon bible; All… bards… are… versatile… confirmed.
Everyone knows that all bards are gay
*writes in Pyronomicon*
Bards…are…easily…defeated…by…burning…their…instruments…
Anything else, professor?
Bard’s not need to use their instruments to cast spells, as is implied by the fact that a College of Valor bard can wield a sword and shield and still use spellcasting and bardic inspiration.
Burning their instrument would only leave you victim to a very pissed off bard
Tag: cackling
The Black Library: Archnemesis
“I go now to confront my worst enemy.” Darth Vex said, face taunt with unreleased tension. His hand curled loosely across his lightsaber in a gesture of self-comfort; Anakin stared, spoon practically dropping from his fist even as Shmi rested her forehead in her palm with a light groan.
“Really, Obi-Wan, must you?” The Butcher of Geonosis complained, an unexpectedly plaintive note in her voice. Anakin’s disbelieving gaze flickered between her mother and the curator of the Black Library; Vex ignored him, answering his line-aunt with a single stiff nod.
“Yes.” The Sith growled, fists clenching.
***
Shmi had pulled him aside after Darth Vex departed in an overly dramatic swirl of black robes, quietly suggesting that he might want to find some excuse – any excuse – to avoid the Jedi Temple for a few days. Just in case. Anakin had, accordingly, taken the first mission available and happily spend the following cycles enmeshed in Courscant’s black market district, tracing an antique ‘cultural artifact’ that a senator had reported as ‘missing’ earlier that week.
He might also have taken the opportunity to catch up on the status of the current illegal swoop-bike races. Just in case. One never knew what knowledge might come in handy later on.
As such, he was one of the lucky ones not to be present when Darth Vex, current curator of the Black Library and Archives, met face-to-face with Jedi Master, Joscasta Nu, current caretaker of the Jedi Archives.
Witnesses stated that they were extremely polite to one another.
PUPPIESSSSS!!!!
When I don’t get what u mean
this video is my aesthetic
Now we have a choice here: we either sit and wait, or we take these flare guns and do something really stupid.
Herc Hansen (via commanderbragh)
Final moments of Obi-wan and Maul’s duel (32 BBY)
Obi & R2.
*yells*
I don’t seem to remember owning a droid my ass.
As if ObiWan could forget that shiny blue troublemaker.
In my head it goes like this –
Luke (oblivious) : He says he belongs to an Obi-Wan Kenobi. Is he a relative of yours? Etc etc
Ben (distracted and barely paying attention to the conversation): *Former master my ass, you little scrap heap. You’ve never listened to me in your LIFE. I always had to drag Anakin or Ahsoka or Padme away from what they were doing just to get you to talk to the faulty navicomputer when you were in the same damn ship and just as likely to die if I flew use through a star*
R2: *stares blankly and flashes a red indicator light like [[shut up jerkface, I had to convince the kid somehow]]*
Ben (smirking, sarcasm missing Luke by a parsec because sandpeople): I don’t recall ever owning a droid. Very interesting.
R2: [[Missed you, too, asshole]]
Yep, pretty much this.
That is one neat trick.
Another of my favorite hobbies;
critiquing survivalist shows with my little sister, the wildlife biologist who’s done field work on four continents.
This one was Dual Survival;
Her; “Why does he not wear shoes.”
Me; “Because he likes tough feet apparently.”
Her; “He does realize that the fucking Iceman wore shoes 5,000 years ago right.”
Me; “Shrugs”
Her; “Like. We have shoe technology. I’ve been barefoot in the goddamn Atacama desert and on the savannah of Africa, and I can tell you that we invented goddamn shoes for a reason because that shit sucked even just going 20 feet out of the tent to pee. Like it was probably the first thing we invented even before dudes started covering their balls to keep them from getting snagged on thornbushes.”
Me; “But it’s MORE NATURAL!”
Her; “Gagging noises”
How did your cat manage to kill a coyote? (And various others.)
To Be Clear: Tiggy is my former biology teacher’s cat, not mine.
Tiggy was found on the street by her six-year-old son and they thought he was a teenager, except his teeth weren’t in great shape, and he never got any bigger. He’s lived with them for 15 years, and Mrs. A thinks he’s probably 17 now.
Tiggy is SUPPOSED to be an indoor cat, but he is Cunning and Apparently Feels No Pain, so he’s managed to get out may, many times by jimmying window locks open, working doorknobs knocking a hole in the roof from the attic, and straight-up running through single-pane glass once. So Mrs. A, attempting to mitigate his environmental impact, has him permanently wearing a neon yellow, reflective strip vest/harness, with bells, a flashing light and a beeper that goes off every 12 minutes, in case he gnaws the bells off. It also has a GPS tracker made from a modified Ankle bracelet, that tells her when he gets out.
IN SPITE OF THIS, he’s still murdery little shit.
The Loud Harness seems to have slowed down his genocide of the local small vertebrates, but had a curious backwards effect: The large carnivores come over and try to throw down with him.
If you’re wondering how 6lb kittykat takes down a 45 lb coyote: Stone-cold bastard kills them the same way a lion takes down a fucking zebra-He latches onto their windpipes and either asphyxiates them by clamping down or actually rips their throats out. The ruff does nothing.
We know this, and his estimated body count, because he likes to bring back particularly difficult kills to the porch to show off.
In 2012, Mrs. A’s son brought home a malamute/GSD puppy and Mrs. A was terrified that Tiggy was going to kill him too. Instead, Tiggy took Tobasco under his proverbial wing and went from “Mighty Hunter” to “Overprotective Parent”, staying in the yard and guarding Tobasco from any potential harm with the same murderous zeal as he’s always had.
…He also taught Tobasco how to stalk, chase, and corner the local wildlife and last year Mrs. A came home to find a six-point mule deer buck in her kitchen, attempting to hide on top of the stove.
I feel that Tiggy may be related to Nanny Ogg’s Greebo
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There's a Mirror on the Wall 