Wearing a wide-brimmed straw hat and strumming a flamboyant guitar, Bard was once a wandering musician full of cheer. Even in death, now reduced to bare bones, he still radiates that same carefree spirit.
The Macabre Bard loves to improvise, channeling musical energy into dazzling critical strikes against enemies. Unfortunately, he has zero danger awareness—constantly stumbling into traps mid-battle, then chuckling as he pieces his bones back together. When Bard is deep in performance mode, even necromancers have to tolerate the noise—after all, no battlefield would be complete without the chaotic joy of this explosive skeleton jester.
Bard:
"Master! My toe bone’s stuck in a hole… Please, a little help…?"
