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The fight dragged on! The enemy is too strong! But the mouse team is not going to give up! At the crucial moment, the cunning BARD wants to use his main trump card, which no one can resist!
✨🎵🌈💘🎭
In bright outfit and snow-white grin,
A bard appears — the crowd’s with him.
His lute sings deep, his words like wine,
He’ll make you crazy, but you’ll feel fine.
A bard so fair, a witty soul,
Who loves the stage, the grandiose role.
He dances through the halls of gold,
Where luxury and fame unfold.
He loves glamour and fine-dined feast,
The adoration, gold, and crest.
He craves the wealth, the velvet bed,
The sweetest wine, the praise he’s fed.
He lives for feasts, jewels, applause,
And leaves you longing for his grace.
Oh, trace him now — a burning brand!
His trail of fire, you can’t withstand!
A flirtish spark! a living art!
With hat set proud and swagger grand.
He’ll flirt with you, seduce your heart,
Then leave you dreaming in the dark.
Like smoke he vanishes at dawn,
Leaving echoes where you’re gone.
He’ll steal your heart, then turn the page.
He’s player, jester, star on stage!
His voice a spell, his gaze a snare,
Behind his smile — a hidden dare.
You see your dream — but not him there
A fate you chose — but he won’t share.
A rogue, seducer, master of deceit —
But oh, how sweetly he can cheat!
How well the trap he lays so neat!
Your love’s his prize, his grandest feat.
He sings of love, he burns with flame,
Many love — but none can claim.
His heart is shadow, never caught,
Always distant, always sought.
His heart’s on loan to every breeze,
No «forever» in his schemes.
His soul roams where the twilight lies,
Beyond the reach of mortal ties.
A poet, showman, king of guile —
He rules with music — that is his style.
No battle won by sword or might,
But by his song — your will’s alight.
A honeyed tongue, a devious mind.
His flute can charm, his voice can bind,
His cloak of pink, all fluffy bright,
Makes every foe forget the fight
And fall in love... then pay his way!
All their wills just fade away!
A twirl, a grin, a magic phase,
Now they’re lost... in love’s own maze!
They yield and dance to his own play!
No sword can harm, no spell can sway!
He flirts with death, he flirts with fate,
But always wins — that is his trait!
So when he sings, just close your eyes,
And let his spell take you by surprise.
For in his world, all’s bright and gay —
Until he leaves… but what a day!
Equipment
NECROMANCER CAT
RANGER
MAG
BERSERKER
RAT
✨🎵🌈💘🎭
In bright outfit and snow-white grin,
A bard appears — the crowd’s with him.
His lute sings deep, his words like wine,
He’ll make you crazy, but you’ll feel fine.
A bard so fair, a witty soul,
Who loves the stage, the grandiose role.
He dances through the halls of gold,
Where luxury and fame unfold.
He loves glamour and fine-dined feast,
The adoration, gold, and crest.
He craves the wealth, the velvet bed,
The sweetest wine, the praise he’s fed.
He lives for feasts, jewels, applause,
And leaves you longing for his grace.
Oh, trace him now — a burning brand!
His trail of fire, you can’t withstand!
A flirtish spark! a living art!
With hat set proud and swagger grand.
He’ll flirt with you, seduce your heart,
Then leave you dreaming in the dark.
Like smoke he vanishes at dawn,
Leaving echoes where you’re gone.
He’ll steal your heart, then turn the page.
He’s player, jester, star on stage!
His voice a spell, his gaze a snare,
Behind his smile — a hidden dare.
You see your dream — but not him there
A fate you chose — but he won’t share.
A rogue, seducer, master of deceit —
But oh, how sweetly he can cheat!
How well the trap he lays so neat!
Your love’s his prize, his grandest feat.
He sings of love, he burns with flame,
Many love — but none can claim.
His heart is shadow, never caught,
Always distant, always sought.
His heart’s on loan to every breeze,
No «forever» in his schemes.
His soul roams where the twilight lies,
Beyond the reach of mortal ties.
A poet, showman, king of guile —
He rules with music — that is his style.
No battle won by sword or might,
But by his song — your will’s alight.
A honeyed tongue, a devious mind.
His flute can charm, his voice can bind,
His cloak of pink, all fluffy bright,
Makes every foe forget the fight
And fall in love... then pay his way!
All their wills just fade away!
A twirl, a grin, a magic phase,
Now they’re lost... in love’s own maze!
They yield and dance to his own play!
No sword can harm, no spell can sway!
He flirts with death, he flirts with fate,
But always wins — that is his trait!
So when he sings, just close your eyes,
And let his spell take you by surprise.
For in his world, all’s bright and gay —
Until he leaves… but what a day!
Equipment
NECROMANCER CAT
RANGER
MAG
BERSERKER
RAT
Category All / All
Species Unspecified / Any
Size 1662 x 2217px
File Size 327.5 kB
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