Author: MC

A scout being tortured, and one lying dead,
Victims of dragon men in black and red.
Another one pounces from the treetops above,
But these villains are vanquished when push comes to shove.

Marcus returns to his Kiri-Jolith shrine,
And thinks, “This place is not just mine,
The refugees have made it theirs,”
As he leads them all in holy prayers.

Gilbert brought Wyhan his scroll from afar,
But first she inspects a fine specimen jar.
Karyon judges her price to be right,
Then Wyhan decides Gilbert’s fit to wear white.

Marcus and Gilbert approach the council’s gaze,
A gnome with gadgets, met with Miat’s praise.
Yet the dragon army soldier, bound and cold,
Faces Vendri’s glare, his fate soon to unfold.

Rookledust’s shop is filled with inventions,
All of them made with the best of intentions.
A modified crossbow for Karyon’s hand,
For Kanathar and Macho Mage, two Fargabs so grand!

Kanathar’s hammer glows, summoned from prayer,
While Marcus’ breast bears Kiri-Jolith’s glare.
Divine light shines, their foes in commotion,
Faithful and strong, they conquer with devotion.

With one goblin caught, his eyes filled with dread,
Macho Mage chokes him until he is dead.
A dozen more goblins in trees lie in wait,
But they all soon meet a similar fate.

Through the rain, our heroes see a siege unfold,
As goblins storm, under dragon banners bold.
The gnome hurls her gadgets, with a fearless gleam,
Defending her home with a wild, inventive scheme.

The prisoner stands, with Gilbert holding tight,
A leash in his hand, keeping him in sight.
Marcus leads the questioning, sharp and precise,
While the others glare, their threats cold as ice.

The Dragon Army soldiers charge,
As Gilbert’s magic makes Macho Mage large.
Karyon’s quarrels from the rooftop fly,
Our heroes stand strong, while their enemies die.