The Chapters and Cast of the Ballad
Following the previous night’s antics;
Upon waking they took no time to stew;
Not willing to wait too many clock ticks.
As she encouraged the mules to pull;
Their wagon trudged along not half full;
With the intent of some bandits to lull.
Watching with bow to set an ambush;
Within three hours their prey did not fail;
With greed for gold they were all flush.
Silhouetted by the setting sun;
Convinced their spot was a lock;
To opening the fun.
A cage with occupant large was seen;
A bear with fur and fleas;
Looked out with hunger keen.
To cut the bandits off from the cage;
Only to find the lock was trashed;
And bars not fit to hold a bear’s rage.
Behind the same great boulder;
Eyes on the enemy who figuratively hover;
Bard and cleric stood shoulder to shoulder.
Into a position from which he could reach;
Each of the four bandits weapons out of sheaves;
Waiting to strike the first who the peace did breach.
And calmly assured them all would be fine;
Then lifted her shield and sword to end the ride;
And stepped off the wagon to seek the line.
An crossbow quarrel striking the paladin;
A mere scratch that fell far short of skewering;
He only attracted the half-elf’s ire with his sin.
But their sword arm could only flail;
As the mad monk did deduce him a punk;
The attack was a quite obvious fail.
And another crossbow bolt struck a shield;
The bandits had the suspicion sinking;
That they had chosen the wrong field.
The monk’s barrage took one enemy down;
While Talindra’s charge repaid a fool’s notion;
And the guild man’s arrow struck a clown.
As the last bandit made his position clear;
Elivia’s blood-hungry wand gave him fear;
And brought defeat that much more near.
But the jury-rigged lock still held;
And Fennle set ready to feed its urge;
With the bandit she had just felled.
With an arrow through a shoulder pinned;
His cries of pain were suddenly shush;
Against this fate he was unable to fend.
To find some food fit for a rumbling beast;
Calming the starved beast with a gift to start;
And backing away as it enjoyed this small feast.
And the creature fled into the wilds green;
As the bandits were tied to prevent resistance;
Should they awake to find life still keen.
And the bat-winged bard’s trollish tongue;
As the bandits were interrogated in the fading sun;
They suddenly feared to lose at least a lung.
Was made by the bandit who was newly single-handed;
Having lost his right to the paladin’s holy smite;
But no one was fooled by this ploy desperation funded.
Outside of oppressive Yartaran guild restrictions;
Which caused Lohn to suggest some unionized misfortune;
Until reminded that Red Larch was paying for these evictions.
Convinced the party these bandits were fools;
As little they had to escape being bored;
Some coins and junk and incompetence in spools.
Something dropped out of the sky above;
Two emaciated figures struck up a new fight;
Striking the surprised guild man a firm blow.
As Elivia struck Lohn’s foe a guiding spark;
Marle gave the locksmith some cheering flows;
And sent a bolt into one of these human larks.
Striking monk and paladin hard;
Marle saw and recognized the arcane stream;
But time to warn friends had not the bard.
As their ears burst within their skulls;
While the locksmith sought to avoid a new rupture;
From a cascade which his agility dulls.
Lohn eyed the one that Mystra had marked;
Who had struck him once hard and fast;
And into this fanatic his sword embarked.
Removed one maniac from the fray;
On the second a spell of laughter alights;
Making him into merely Lohn’s prey.
Accompanied the actions of securing a maniac;
As the cleric takes time to investigate their enchanted cloths;
And finds the enchantment of a sloppy hack.
The construction of gear meant to take to the sky;
The surviving fanatic promises the Howling Hatred to find;
But is then quickly struck by Lohn’s reaction spry.
But only Two-Seventy-One of Yartar has heard;
Rumors of a group which has yet to gain fame.
A simple bandit group he had assumed from word.
The butcher’s husband found his jail growing full;
With three Bringers, two bandits and a glider fallen down;
He contemplated building some new hull.
That the Black Earth Bringers of Woe;
Held hatred for the howler beyond a mere mote;
They ranted and named them a foe.
The band drew names of curious sort;
Naming cults in a long rant;
And spoke of plans they did thwart.
A prophet of Black Earth whom he obeyed;
A figure of power great would maim;
Any foe which before him was laid.
And the Crushing Wave was but a nuisance;
The Howling Hatred he knew only hatred brittle;
But he promised Marlos Unryale would lay sentence.
The band retired to their places for a night’s rest;
Recovering from wounds and eating food in pots;
Leaving the next dawn they thought would be best.
And scouting the region quickly revealed;
A goblin and half-ogre ready to bound;
The swift monk rushed to the field.
And despite a skilled and agile defense;
Fennle’s skin was parted with a frown;
As the goblin knocked free of sense.
To stand beside the monk against her foe;
Then the cleric to heal stepped forward;
And the paladin moved to flank like so.
Coming out again opened up by his blade;
Then the Priest of Mystra struck out at range;
From her hail of missiles the ogre’s doom was made.
Lohn’s arrow removed from his shoulder;
He indicated that place the dead were housed;
And admitted he expected them into it to blunder.
Found the style had been that of six centuries past;
In a time when the population had been much smaller;
Such tombs dotted across the region not-so vast.
Lohn searched for signs of danger;
A rusted door made wary his mind;
And a sense of avoiding it did linger.
She touched the corroded portal;
Out a translucent warrior did amble;
And demand a retreat of all who were mortal.
Convinced the ghost to relax his threat;
And they spoke of ancient times now spent;
The Knights of the Silver Horn and his master’s set.
Stuck as it was within the old tomb;
But in peace the band left this committal;
That bandits at the ghost’s hands would find doom.
Of Tricklerock Cave’s villains and treasures;
And a skull nailed to a tree at some place;
And plans to face these were given some measures.
The Chapters and Cast of the Ballad