Author: MC

Gilbert went into a ritual trance,
and cast Detect Magic on a singular lance.
Though the dragon motif etched in metal did glimmer,
the weapon had no special magical dweomer.

Hiding in the storeroom was a gaunt and skittish varlet,
a mage, Andir Valmarkos, dressed head to toe in scarlet.
The mage, without a spellbook, was looking pale and wan,
and very much looked forward to a trip to Kalaman.

Two prisoners were found: Elgo the Kender;
and Lanal, a soldier caught after a bender.
A search of the room uncovered a prize,
Dragon cult papers signed ‘Kansaldi Fire-Eyes’.

In the kitchen, a chef with a most fitting name,
Cookie Baker surrendered, and acted quite tame.
Karyon spied a pair of salt and pepper shakers,
and took them, though he knew they were probably Baker’s.

Searching the fort, the Kalamaniac team,
discovered a longsword with a noteworthy gleam.
Marcus inspected it and found it well made,
a sturdy steel sword with a bright silvered blade.

“With Ispin Greenshield, I once apprenticed,”
said Karyon, playing dead dragonnel dentist.
“Let the boasts of this battle have the sharp bite of truth”,
he said, and gave each of Raven’s soldiers a tooth.

A dragon cult officer on an aerial beast,
attacked from all sides: north, west, south, and east.
Our heroes stood strong, I’m pleased to report,
and before very long, they retook the fort.

Kanathar, Marcus, and Macho, as pretenders,
deceived Wheelwatch Outpost’s draconic defenders.
With surprising advantage they sprang to attack,
Karyon, Gilbert, and Raven had their back.

Marcus and Kanathar, in dragon army gear,
strode toward the outpost without a sign of fear.
With Macho as their prisoner, who acted quite irate,
they tricked their hated enemy, who opened up their gate.

Marcus attempted a “band of brothers” speech,
but his grasp of oration was just out of reach.
His intentions were nothing but noble, of course,
it might have worked better if he weren’t on a horse.