Dukun

The clan's resident wandering bard, Dukun is scatter-brained to the point of absurdity and will forget what he was doing from one moment to the next, resulting in erratic, spiral-like behavior. Others have learned to only give him the simplest tasks, or else be left to regret their bad life decisions. Verbena is the only one who has been willing to keep the poor bard employed, since Dukun is at least competent enough to serve tea. On occassion, he'll even play a ballad or two, and others find it a miracle he can make the odd tones of coatl humming sound like actual songs. He's become a bit of an attraction in the Six-Hand Secret, which is perhaps the reason Verbena still has Dukun hired despite his clumsiness. Never mind the fact that his forgetfulness is so severe, Verbena finds him easily swayed from suspicions of his boss's secret going-ons... When not working in the Six-Hand Secret, Dukun can be found in his workshop, teasing out new musical rhythms slowly but surely. The hatchlings like to watch him work and try to "help," although this has resulted in some rather odd lullabies. The others still can't forget the song about iron pans and dead roaches. When found in neither of these places, Dukun is out traveling. However, he must be accompanied, or misfortune follows his footsteps like thunder follows lightning. The clan still remembers the last time Dukun went missing on one of his voyages; they wasted two years trying to find the bard before they discovered he got shipwrecked and had taken a brief stay in a water clan. Or the time he stumbled upon the ruins of an old, dead god, and reawakened it when he cut his skin on a stray stone chip. Or the time he walked into a Flamewalker cult, hoping for some directions and was almost flayed alive instead. Or even the time when he accidentally interfered with an Arcane experiment, and left the researchers after having summoned three eldritch monsters. Or even the time when..! Really, the clan's a bit surprised he's still alive after all these years, given the currrent tally of "Times Dukun Almost Died" has gone into the three digits now.

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Classy Bard

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Dukun wasn't really sure how he got here. Well, he usually wasn't sure of where he got anywhere, but this time he was especially unsure. What he did know was that there was a rather unhappy banescale glaring at him, and that Dukun would definitely prefer to be outside of this hatch and in the desert storm, aside from the fact he would also definitely get lost again.

So. Here he was.

"Ah, hello?" Dukun chirped at the banescale, which didn't seem to affect the other at all. A rather grumpy face, that one. And some severe bags, too. Dukun hadn't known one could get such dark circles when your skin was covered by scales.

In the awkward silence, Dukun starting plucking his harp, singing a little tune. 1, 2, 3 / Look alive! Spotlight! / The roaches come at--

The banescale seemed even more grumpy now. Nevermind.

"Would you like to play?" Dukun asked, arms stiff. The banescale huffed. Dipped his head to his chest. Lifted it back up. It was a few more times before Dukun understood.

Ah. Yeah. Banescale. Riiiight. The banescale seemed absolutely furious, and now Dukun was going to quietly ball up into the corner. It seemed the only thing he was good at nowadays.

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- snakey teddy bear