After watching "The Burial of Frielian," the ancient elves wiped away their tears and played music at the graves of their former besties. Dwarves held up posters for "The Hobbit," loudly proclaiming their own heroic spirit. A dragon nestled in its lair, watching "Breaking Bad," its ambitions burgeoning. Even wizards, nearing the divine, were captivated by space opera and "The Three-Body Problem." The gods secretly strengthened this world's defenses. I came, I saw, I conquered! Salvi will conquer the entire other world with culture!

"Hey, picking a bard for a roleplay? Are you sure? Isn't that just a mascot who plays the piano, buffs things, and flirts with girls?" "Well, it depends on who you're playing as. Ordinary bards are like that." "What else?" "What if my roleplay is Li Bai?" "...poetry, wine, swordsmanship, and chivalry?" "That's right! You need his talent, his swordsmanship, and even more so, that heroic and unrestrained spirit of 'I was born to be useful, and even if I lose all my money, I'll get it back!'" Upon waking, roleplay player Rorschach discovered he had traveled to a world of swords and sorcery with his newly created [Bard Li Bai] character card. Dragons roared, elves whispered, dwarves forged swords, and arcane magic flashed. And he, a bard supposedly at the bottom of the adventurer's contempt hierarchy, discovered that his poetry could be transformed into magic, and drinking could restore...