The succor of a serene night licks the wounds of the docks. Broken masts, splintered wood, contorted supplies. A storm just swelled the day prior, casting furious lightning and violent turbulence across the whole of the civilized shores and beyond. It accumulated so swiftly that preparations were light to prevent damage. All that could be done after was hold fast to what remained and ensure nothing was still in danger of collapsing, now every hand awaits the morning to begin the repair efforts in earnest.

    But there was one other loose end that needed resolving before that could happen. Just as the last few emergency patches were being completed late into the evening, a ghastly wailing was heard from the water. The one sailor bold enough to investigate at the end of the dock saw a glowing light rocking among the waves. With each moment, it drew closer, making odd sounds of screams and cries. They fled before something bad could happen, then contacted the municipality immediately. Thus, an urgent request was put out to any adventurers willing to resolve the issue before the next day. After all, the docks were immeasurably important and they couldn't risk delays.

    Baird and Mors step out to the edge of the dock. All was so quiet that they even pondered for a moment that perhaps it was a work-stress hallucination. Baird snorted the sea breeze and caught only the evident havoc of the storm's passing. Mors scanned the walkways and couldn't make out anything unusual. But then, just as they were going to sit and wait for trouble to appear, it seemingly did. A ghostly apparition bobbed up and down amidst the debris still in the water. It was sat upon a crate, feet dipped in the sea. Their face in their hands, they quietly began to weep.

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Dead Bards Society

king was wondering around the port area unaware of the request when he heard the wailing. he walked his way over to the pier, curious about the wailing.

"that's not normal to be on the water is it?"

he watches as the ghost cry's with the others before motioning them to step back a fair amount.

"stupid does what stupid is"

he than shouts towards the ghost

"AHOY THARE, HOW ARE YA"

as you would expect it got there attention, it also confused them? it looks like it confused the ghost to king at the least. of course yelling at a ghost will anger them eventually it did lunge at him witch king dodged narrowly

"I just asked how you where doing "

he than kept dodging the ghost just barely, eventually dancing as the ghost was attacking the same way over and over. king started laughing half way threw witch made the calls even closer the more he laughed. surprisingly it went on for a good ten ish minutes before the ghost finally got tired of the laughing, dancing, homeless person. after witch king bowed as if he just put on a show only three people noticed was happening.

"hehehe ahhh what was that about?"

    "You wouldn't understand!" the apparition belted with indignity. "10 years at that bardic college! I graduated with honors! I was supposed to witness the orchestra of Selena's majestic creations, but I am taken by one of her damnable, callous acts!" The fury welled within this one's soul so fierce that their spirit clung, half-mad, to the corporeal realm. Their presence was waning slightly from the exertion, but they paused from attacking again once the freakish beastman rushed over.

    With hurried breath, Baird started, "What is happening? You alright, boy? Nice moves back there." 

    Mors followed up, "Spirit! There's been enough destruction already. As much as I love to scrap, this isn't the time or place." Both heads of the furred, feathered, skin, and scaled body of the creature pleaded. The pale lights that acted as the ghost's eyes made the laborious twelve-foot journey from the hooves, all the way up to the mottled snout of Baird and the smooth beak of Mors.

    The ghost remarked with a sort of contemptable humor, "What crime of Ginma spat you out!?" Then, all three faces looked to King with bemusement. The phantom remarked,  "Are you a survivor of that wreck, lucky bastard? Got a lot of energy left in you to make it back! How are you dry as a bone, too!?"

    Lastly, Baird reiterated towards King again at what he found important, "I'm Baird, this is Mors. You injured at all?"

"thanks i try my best to avoid things attacking me, I'm alright no damage, and no not a survivor, i did take a two week trip on a boat within the last 2 years though, I've a small bit of sailing language I've picked up that i like using. I'm King Boom by the way, no I'm not royalty"

King took a few breaths still calming from the laughing

"so you two probably know more about what is happening here than i as i was just walking past the area. also look at me I'm in rags, pretty Shure there is a unspoken rule on the sea along the lines of rags on land, clothing on the sea, than again i wouldn't know"

he than started adjusting his clothing, all of the dodging and dancing, ruffled and tore a few of the holes in them to be bigger.

"I'm Guna need to get clothes at the next town i visit, these holes are out of hand at this point"

he than puts his hands into various pockets pulling out various things such as, paper, pencils, bolts, screws, and weirdly enuf he has a very small bottle of sugar. he than pulls out a small bag of money.

"should have enuf for all i need to get"

    With a nod of satisfaction, Baird relaxes at hearing King isn't in any danger. At least he isn't as long as the ghost remains loquacious. Mors keeps his focus on the haughty undead, studying their appearance. A doublet with ribbons, a fluffed ascot, fanciful hat. This was most definitely someone who looked like a fancy-pants artiste.

    Hearing Boom's explanation, the ghost slumps to the ground, nearly phasing straight through the dock. "So this is it, huh? I'm the only thought left of all that wasted potential, all those wasted years.. I can't just go!" They begin to cry again, tears dripping from their face only to scatter into fading lights as they fall.

    Baird awkwardly ponders a moment while staring down at the emotionally unstable monster. Tragic, yeah, but it is hardly reasonable to attack young men simply strolling about. This thing had to be dealt with, one way or another. In a quiet gesture while the ghost was busy wallowing, the chimera motions for King for a huddle and crouches down beside him.

    The boar began brainstorming beside Boom, "This guy is looking like a danger to the docks, so we gotta get them out of here. It seems they are just really crestfallen at not being able to take in more of the world."

    Mors continues the point, "Yeah, so there are options here. We can avoid a fight if we can put together some inspiration to persuade it to pass on."
    
    "We'll leave you up to decide. What do you think we ought to do?"

king ponders as he places items back into his pockets, his brain clearly working on all available braincells.

"i think i know how to get him to pass on, he said he spent 10 years in bardic collage. also said something bout a orchestra but I've no idea what that is. i do know that bards love singing, dancing, and when you put on a show (in or out of bed XD).  so if we give him a show while he's paying attention, or sing a song beautifully enuf he should pass on right."

he than stood up strait not waiting for an answer as he assumed he was in the ball park. he turned to the ghost, and with the most uncanny impression of a waiter from a French restaurant stated.

"I see you have finally arrived sir, we have been awaiting your presence this evening"

he than motioned to the ships hull.

"sadly we ran out of refreshments, our delivery's are behind by a few days due to an increasing bandit problem on our delivery routs. however a we have some fine seating with a gentle rocking motion to rest a few of your muscles while you observe the show we have tonight. personally i find it intriguing that they produced this show entirely threw improv"

    Baird and Mors look at King Boom, then each other for a second. They each raise a brow, pout, and nod; yeah, we can do that. With gusto they pull together crates, rope, barrels, and large chunks of scattered debris to fashion a crude stage.

    "What are you even doing? You're the ones who have gone mad.."

    Without pause they continued. A sheet of torn mast turned into a cape, an unremarkable dock became a theater, and the night became one to remember. Baird coated their hands with ice^[1] and crushed it repeatedly until a lump of powder built between their palms. At the same time they used the other pair of arms to hoist the ghost onto a chair, then the chair up into the air. The incorporeal being replied by passing through the chair and floating from beside it.
    
    "W-woah there, what do you think you are doing now!?"

    "Running a show, and you are about to miss it! Take a seat, it is front row." Mors stated so matter-of-factly. The phantom's face became solemn, perhaps in pleading. They returned to the chair and sat.

    Rocking the seat slightly, Baird began to hum an adventurous tune. Placing down the seat to face the stage, he tosses the handful of fine ice crystals into the air as hard as he could. Some manage to catch the moonlight and shimmer in color. Stepping onto the makeshift platform, Baird breaks into song as Mors sets the scene. The specter has become spectator.

    "Welcome and thank you for joining us for the latest production coming from Boom & Beasts Incorporated! Tonight, a true tale of courage and excitement! Of a hero who saved hundreds from a rampaging monster of calamitous proportions! And of hope that the profundity of which could capture the heart of such a magnanimous audience. Please, enjoy!" He bows as he steps backward to around the corner of the platform, taking the singing boar with him, who fades the music away. Baird looks to King Boom at the other side of the stage with a huge smirk. There had been plenty of bits and pieces scattered about for props and costume. It was time to for them to shine! However the show went from here, the chimera brothers would roll with King's lead.

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^[1]Ice Over

Boom & Beasts Incorporated, just founded, will soon be disbanded. proceeded to put on the best show they have ever preformed. the audience was loving said performance they where watching. obviously they where the only person... being, in the audience. it was the only show they had ever made. it was not that bad honestly, it was just very obviously all improve.

a few of the lines in said play went as fallowed.

"I need help with a beast"

"I will slay the beast my friend, it will no longer harass your home"

"I'm your lost father"

"WHAT DO YOU MEAN YOUR MY FATHER"

"have fun in the afterlife"

"the beast...... killed me"

"ya I'm dead as well"

"well that seems cool"

"not really"

after it was all said and done, after the whole play was complete. after they put everything back around the harbor. after all the laughs and question. after forming and disbanding Boom & Beasts Incorporated. after hours of putting on a show for the shell of a man, he did pass on. giving these words before he did during the first Minuit of sunrise.

"thank you, all of you. you made it worth my last moments, despite all the flaws"

king after a bit of chat took off for the next town, his parting words with them being.

"thanks for trusting me, great improve skills. I'm off, hope to see ya in the feature under better circumstances.