Friends of Ispin

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.

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.”