Musician Rumors
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This page contains SPOILERS from Book of Travels. |
Rumors are an important part of the Braided Shore. This page is dedicated to keeping track of, organizing, and substantiating the rumors heard in the Braided Shore by generic Musician NPCs, sometimes also known as Entertainer or Travelling Musician NPCs.
Unlike other dialogue, rumors are not unique to a single NPC or set of NPCs and may be repeated by multiple random NPC characters primarily in the squares and teahouses of the three towns, Myr, Bat Saha, and Crossings. This distinguishes them from the reports of the Town Reporters. Selka, Malku Su, and Sah Basir NPCs also sometimes speak lore in italics that relates to their culture and these NPCs are identified by race. Those sayings are recorded in the page about each racial group.
In addition many rumors are mutually contradictory, speculative, or cryptic and therefore unreliable. However some have proven to reveal quests, secrets, and game mechanics.
| Dialogue | |
|---|---|
| Have you heard the latest word Someone found the secret chord! | |
| The entertainer fears obscurity. | |
| Rain stone shine and flute play flutter breeze blow my spirit wild away. | |
| Music banishes shadows at night, truly it is related to the light | |
| Stars quiet the sky as a melody soothes the soul | |
| Hollowed wood of fruit trees pipe melodies sweeter than pudding! | |
| Mystics and musicians together weave the dark and light of life | |
| North Eastern Wind wills me ill, on myself and stops my music! Change, winds, change! | |
| From my youth to grey old age I'm a servant of the stage. | |
| Hush little Lilit! Thunder stop! While sweet harmony unthreads your torrid hearts. | |
| Notes and words make the air hum bright beware the rain that falls when a musician's heart is broken | |
| Composers seek direction, they are the wayfinders of the heart. | |
| Poetry comes nearer the truth than history. | |
| Soul for the tune and tones for the soul, harmony for a life lived whole. | |
| Whoever invented rhymes should be crowned a genius. | |
| Warp and weft! The fabric of my notes enmeshed. | |
| Oh Twilight Bell... What Miracle of Wonders is not the sunset. | |
| Oh, Twilight Bell...minor tone to ear...Immense to heart! | |
| When inspiration fails I weep inside. | |
| As breath settles the heart, so evensong settles the soul. | |
| Now and then I do rehearse; 'The fate of the Two Wanderers' | |
| Every string of words sounds better in verse. |