Author: MC

Marcus and Kanathar tend to the wounded,
salvaging some from the sure to be soon dead.
With righteousness and godly feeling,
They give their gifts of holy healing.

“Regroup to the east,” young Darrett said,
“Bakaris the Younger is lost, likely dead.”
Lord Bakaris the Elder, for once, hasn’t spoken,
He’s physically unhurt, but mentally broken.

Kalamaniacs came to that chaotic place,
Allies routed and Dragon Army giving chase.
They quickly repelled the draconic goons,
And Kanathar healed Macho’s wounds.

With the mischievous cunning of a Vingaard River ferret,
Macho joined a covert squad led by Bakaris, with Darrett.
But their attack was, unsurprisingly, poorly planned,
They found themselves at Steel Springs woefully outmanned.

Karyon gave the gnomes the week to settle,
Into their workshop of wood, glass, and metal,
While Uncle Elthar stuffed the storehouse full,
With two hundred goldsworth of Anuerus wool.

Gilbert asked Oglesby if, by any chance,
He had any info on a silver dragon lance.
Oglesby promised that he’d take a look,
While Ela Braeden busily began binding a book.

Marcus, with a speech both poignant and pithy,
Showed Joric and Eduard around their new smithy.
Jenessa Weaver wasn’t there as a smith,
But as a priestess in service to Kiri-Jolith.

Kanathar’s followers do as he asks.
Today, he assigned Mo and Curly new tasks.
Darth Curly will make the garden resplendent,
Darth Mo’s new role is holy sanctuary attendant.

Macho hired Tekal, a Dragon Army veteran,
Straight out of the cell he said he got better in. 
As Barrack recruiter, he’ll rely on his charms,
And Lanal will serve as the Master of Arms.

Raven’s men stayed to hold down the fort,
To Kalaman, our heroes soon gave their report, 
Then off to Greenshield Manor to rest,
And put their hirelings to the test.