Author: MC

Macho went down to the tavern to choose,
Some bastion defenders who can hold their booze,
He signed up a pair who showed great zeal,
At the promise of a bunk and a daily meal.

Rabble rousing on both sides of Kalaman’s gates,
Marshall Vendri and Bakaris held public debates,
To see who would rise as the city’s new leader.
Vendri’s victory, sweet; Bakaris’ defeat, sweeter.

Marcus brought cuirasses, greaves and vambraces,
with an order to put his two smiths through their paces.
A new suit of Solamnic armour was needed,
His specifications must carefully be heeded.

Karyon went to the local girls, and spread a juicy tale,
His beef against Lord Bakaris made them shudder and wail.
His oral presentation done, the ladies keenly followed,
Karyon’s beans completely spilled, and most of it was swallowed.

“Lord Soth must be incredibly tough,
to bash a tunnel straight through the bluff,
… and then fly away? He must be well equipped!”
The Kalamanics thought, as they went back through the crypt.

Sarlomir was gone, so too the purple flames,
His last words of the Waste, and a City of Lost Names,
From his tomb Marcus recovered a dragonlance bit,
Magical, surely, but rusted to shit.

The undead Knight Sarlomir burst from his tomb,
Ranting of Lord Soth and threatening doom,
Macho Mage quickly disarmed the fell knight,
After that, it wasn’t much of a fight.

The next room contained the ghost of Knight Jandin,
Grieving a tragedy that she had a hand in,
Haltingly, to Marcus she sadly confessed,
her role in a coverup would not let her rest.

In another room lit with purple flames,
A monument stands inscribed with names,
The Friends of Ispin rested here,
to get accustomed to their new gear.

Spectral skeletal horses took shape,
And threatened Gilbert with a fate worse than rape,
Marcus quickly calmed each stallion,
and they coalesced into a holy medallion.