Bardia currently only has one actual story aligned with it, but a specific plot of land I used to frequently pass through on road trips to visit extended family brough a lot of ideas to mind consiting of what the world would be like a few hundred years after all the cities and major techloogical advancements broke down. Thrown back to a time where horse drawn carriges were the common way to get around and the music had gone back to the strum of a gituar and the raised voice of a local tune.
A man simply known as Finch leads a diffrent kind of bardic talented life however, and along with a few others with 'the gift', he revives songs from the winds of time and sings on any venue he can find, from villages to caves to the broken and battered old highways that no one can remember the names of. Much of the music selection derives from the 1980ies, but in the year 2450, no one really cares so much as it's music.
Bardia was hallmarked in my mind by three characters arguing over an instrimunt. Finch is pressing Zebra for information on weather or nto he'd be able to preform with them that night. Zebra was frantic because the power unit in his ancient keyboard had died ind they were several days ride away from any stationt hat would give them a little rusty juice for the salvaged instrimunt. Rain then reccomended checking the ancient windmills they had passed a few hours for and searching for a hookup.
In the last hours of light, we have Zebra tooling up his machine, wires tapped out off the base of an old wind and solar collector amongst the forest of other long destroyed machines, Finch looking towards the horizin and humming to himself as Rain tends the horses in the valley just below.
