It’s a story about a man who’s travelling by his own. He doesn’t want to be a hero or save the world, and he wouldn’t even take a kitten off a tree. His preferences are mundane and simple: coin and cleavage. That’s what he’s looking for.
His name has been forgotten many years ago, or maybe he never has it. Those few drunkards he’s occasionally spending time with usually call him simply: the Bard.
He would probably end his life in some roadside ditch as it should be, but sometimes things tend to change dramatically.

After a crazy drinking contest with eleven black mages and one green kunaltrow at once he found himself into a place he has never been before. What will he does immediately? Try and find a local pub with delicious beer to compensate the last night of course!

And now, with a cruel hangover and the ability to break the 4th wall our Bard is starting his quest.

A crossover story between MLP and The Bard's Tale.