Post by mort on Sept 8, 2013 23:07:22 GMT 8
They traveled across the endless plains, a ready goal in mind.
Through hardship and woe, together they strove to the alabaster urn find.
For in the urn was the power to bring darkness to the land.
Our valiant heroes fought to prevent this very bitter end.
In the rolling fogs of Evondemor, they found their very first clue,
For in the Devils Fork Inn, the town Tribune they had to rescue.
The Jester had released from the urn, unknowingly, villainous foes.
The creatures of darknesss pursued Makarius Bourtze, adding to his tale of woe.
For not only had the Tribune known the shame of failing his duty,
Now his life was in danger from the hags who wanted his skin as booty!
The noble adventurers did not hesitate and pitched into the fray.
Aye it was the dwarven ranger whose bravery had won the day.
“Stand back, I’ll buy you time!”, Harsk told his companions brave.
And then towards the hags he charged, his axe in his hand.
And the hags turned on him and his flesh did they rend.
Yet his noble sacrifice bought the party time to bring their arcane powers down to bear.
The wizard Soros called upon the Mighty powers of air.
Lightning flashed from his fingers and struck the evil hags where they stood.
Misuto then took a shot at one of them and shot it really good.
Kyra was tending to wounded dwarf ranger, bleeding on the floor.
Only with her valiant efforts did she manage to stop him from slipping through deaths door.
The remaining hag screamed in pain and towards Soros she charged.
She grappled him and attempted to use her claws to rend.
But a grease spell and a gallant inspiration by Twinkles put paid to her plan!
Now prone on the floor, badly wounded but not cowed by the beast,
Soros raised out his hands forming a fiery fist.
He blasted her with his flame, and turned her into ash.
Oh how the townsfolk cheered when they saw her gone in a flash.
Our heroes, battered from the encounter rested at the inn.
But as soon as the sun rose on the Jester’s trail they begin.
They chased him through the bondstones and a mercenary captain and his band they met.
He was eager to join their clause for his brother had been caught in the Jester’s net.
They tracked the Jester through the foul mire.
But the Beast that dwelt within the swamp sent the mercenary captain and his band calling for their sire.
For what they faced was a huge, gigantic slug with the maw the size of a horse.
But the valorous adventurers remained unfazed charged it with mighty force.
The slug for all its huge size and ferocity was not a match for the well trained band.
For it had finally met its match and died by Twinkle’s hand.
The determined adventurers tracked the Jester like wolves to his foul lair.
For they wished to bring light to this land that was once so fair.
They found themselves in a bandit camp with an auction due to start.
They realized that the Jester started his very own Supermart!
They helped the noble Lionsbanes to take the Blackfists down.
For the leader of the Blackfists was just a crazed murderer who would be a danger to the town.
They charged into the tower and freed the good mercenary’s captain’s brother from the Jester’s sway.
But no the Jester wasn’t going to let the adventurers simply get their way.
He hit the adventurers with his evil magic to make them turn on each other.
But alas, for him, the adventurers were too strong willed to fall under his power.
The brave adventurers took him down and on him the urn they did find.
They took the urn and rode off into the sunset, to the next evil villain to repay him in kind.
- That Bard (The group I GMed for will know which Bard I'm talking about)
Through hardship and woe, together they strove to the alabaster urn find.
For in the urn was the power to bring darkness to the land.
Our valiant heroes fought to prevent this very bitter end.
In the rolling fogs of Evondemor, they found their very first clue,
For in the Devils Fork Inn, the town Tribune they had to rescue.
The Jester had released from the urn, unknowingly, villainous foes.
The creatures of darknesss pursued Makarius Bourtze, adding to his tale of woe.
For not only had the Tribune known the shame of failing his duty,
Now his life was in danger from the hags who wanted his skin as booty!
The noble adventurers did not hesitate and pitched into the fray.
Aye it was the dwarven ranger whose bravery had won the day.
“Stand back, I’ll buy you time!”, Harsk told his companions brave.
And then towards the hags he charged, his axe in his hand.
And the hags turned on him and his flesh did they rend.
Yet his noble sacrifice bought the party time to bring their arcane powers down to bear.
The wizard Soros called upon the Mighty powers of air.
Lightning flashed from his fingers and struck the evil hags where they stood.
Misuto then took a shot at one of them and shot it really good.
Kyra was tending to wounded dwarf ranger, bleeding on the floor.
Only with her valiant efforts did she manage to stop him from slipping through deaths door.
The remaining hag screamed in pain and towards Soros she charged.
She grappled him and attempted to use her claws to rend.
But a grease spell and a gallant inspiration by Twinkles put paid to her plan!
Now prone on the floor, badly wounded but not cowed by the beast,
Soros raised out his hands forming a fiery fist.
He blasted her with his flame, and turned her into ash.
Oh how the townsfolk cheered when they saw her gone in a flash.
Our heroes, battered from the encounter rested at the inn.
But as soon as the sun rose on the Jester’s trail they begin.
They chased him through the bondstones and a mercenary captain and his band they met.
He was eager to join their clause for his brother had been caught in the Jester’s net.
They tracked the Jester through the foul mire.
But the Beast that dwelt within the swamp sent the mercenary captain and his band calling for their sire.
For what they faced was a huge, gigantic slug with the maw the size of a horse.
But the valorous adventurers remained unfazed charged it with mighty force.
The slug for all its huge size and ferocity was not a match for the well trained band.
For it had finally met its match and died by Twinkle’s hand.
The determined adventurers tracked the Jester like wolves to his foul lair.
For they wished to bring light to this land that was once so fair.
They found themselves in a bandit camp with an auction due to start.
They realized that the Jester started his very own Supermart!
They helped the noble Lionsbanes to take the Blackfists down.
For the leader of the Blackfists was just a crazed murderer who would be a danger to the town.
They charged into the tower and freed the good mercenary’s captain’s brother from the Jester’s sway.
But no the Jester wasn’t going to let the adventurers simply get their way.
He hit the adventurers with his evil magic to make them turn on each other.
But alas, for him, the adventurers were too strong willed to fall under his power.
The brave adventurers took him down and on him the urn they did find.
They took the urn and rode off into the sunset, to the next evil villain to repay him in kind.
- That Bard (The group I GMed for will know which Bard I'm talking about)
