Author: MC

In Vendri’s office, the task is clear,
“Find the gnome, and bring her here.
Her knowledge may be worth the hassle.
Escort her back to Kalaman Castle.”

Marcus reveres the Bison god, Gilbert exalts the ivory moon,
But Karyon’s one true love is the salty tang of poon,
Chislev is the power he serves: the goddess of the hunt,
While Raven serves up breakfast: fish and eggs, with a side of cunt.

At the refugees’ landing, hope was sown,
A haven of faith, where the light had grown.
Marcus, with zeal and purpose clear,
Carved a shrine to Kiri-Jolith here.

Macho Mage found the Bakarises, eager for war,
To reclaim Vogler, stronger than before.
“Help our cause, and you’ll stand tall,
Sheriff of New Vogler, with power over all.”

By the river’s edge, in evening twilight,
Kanathar calls on Titarr’s might,
Amazed and grateful, the weary rise,
Restored to health by the God of Skies.

Miat recruited them, their bond was their word,
Marcus, Karyon, Gilbert and his bird.
With oaths sworn in Kalaman’s halls,
They pledge to stand as the Dragon Army falls.

Bakaris the Elder spins a tale, false and grand,
But the Friends of Ispin make a truthful stand.
The council wavers under noble deceit,
Yet truth prevails, as lies face defeat.

Bakaris stands, his smugness on display,
But the Friends of Ispin brush him away.
No fool can halt their destined path,
So they stride past him, ignoring his wrath.

In Kalaman’s streets, Karyon buys a hand crossbow,
While Marcus glimpses Kiri-Jolith, with a divine glow.
One prepares for battles with weapon in hand,
The other feels the god’s presence, strong and grand.

Gilbert and Karyon, with sweet soothing words,
each befriend different meat-eating birds.
Gilbert is gentle, but Karyon’s keener,
One man is left with an untouched wiener.