The Battling Bard of Potedeia

Prompt: 13 things that make you who you are.

"1. Xena, my bestfriend, mentor and soulmate.
2. The Amazons, who taught me all I know about leading.
3. Fighting for the Greater Good.
4. War, the sacrifices it takes, the consequences it leaves.
5. Dahak. Hope.
6. Eli, whose way of love I wasn't destined for, yet I learned plenty from him.
7. Fighting the Gods to protect Xena's baby, I guess that's shaped part of me, too.
8. Killing someone for the first time. It changed everything.
9. And Killing Korah... Killing an innocent changed everything to me as well, and I have to live with that burden for however long I have left on this earth.
10. ... Callisto.
11. My friends, who I've learned from and with.
12. Death.
13. Jappa... All of what happened in Jappa.

Frankly, I don't think this list does it all justice, but it's close enough."

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PROMPT: List five normal things about you and five things special about you.

"Five things that are normal about me:
1. I made a lot of mistakes on my way here.
2. One of my weaknesses are dogs!
3. I'm an old romantic at heart.
4. I love to dance, but I'm not that good.
5. I love to smell the flowers.


Five things that are special about me:
1. I traveled with the Legendary Xena and met Hercules.
2. I was brought back to life (thrice).
3. I can catch a flying chakram.
4. I lived my future life briefly.
5. I can cut off the flow of blood to your brain."


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Gabrielle has quite the range of experience with weapons, going from rope to swords, to staff and Sais. Then, at the very end, she has possession of the Chakram! I'll be going into some details about it, especially the history of the Chakram.

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Last updated: August 24th, 2022

PROMPT: What was your most defining moment in life?

"Do I have to choose only one? Well, if I had to, I suppose I'd pick the moment my village was overrun by warlords. I was there in the group of farmers and innocent villagers, young and naive, shaking at the idea of being taken as a slave. At that moment I understood fear, but when Xena came out and fought those warlords... I don't know how to explain it, it's like something shifted within me, something suddenly felt like it was pushed in place. I fought back against those warlords and Xena ran them out of my village and from that moment onward nothing has been the same in my life. I swore to fight for the greater good then, to make sure I could help as many people as I could and forbid this from happening to them.

There have been plenty of other moments that have defined who I am today, but thinking back on it... none of these moments would have ever happened had I not been that little stubborn bard that tagged along with Xena. Had I not experienced that fear, that helplessness, that strange anger at not being able to protect my people, nothing would have happened. Be it good or bad, that moment changed the course of my life. Forever."

"I sing of Meleager The Mighty, the man who saved my village. A man nearly wrongfully convicted to execution.

You would think I would talk about Xena, which I would. But I write of her in every other scroll I make. Today I want to dedicate a scroll to a dear friend. These days I've been ruminating about that dear old friend of mine that even wrote me in his testatement before his botched execution. When I met him, he was a man carrying the weight of his lifestyle on his shoulders, slowly succumbing to it. A good for nothing alcoholic, I thought, but the more I got to know him, the more I learned of the famed Hero.

But I looked beyond his habits and actually learned of the man behind the legend. A man of good heart, bravery and skills to boot. His history, his deeds, speak heights of him enough, but to truly be able to meet him was an honor I will never forget. To be able to help him at least try to fight back his urges to drink, or inspire him to do so, was an honor. He saw me as his daughter, a daughter that he could never have. I assume because of the lifestyle he led, or who knows.

But now, after my twenty-five year sleep... I fear that he might no longer be with us. If he died before I hibernated or after is irrelevant, as I know now that he would have not survived this long, being as old as he already was. I don't know where he may be buried, if there's a statue in his honor or the sorts, but I would like to go there to pay my respects.

For today I honor an old friend from where I sit writing, and hope that he had passed away peacefully and proud of the life he lived."