Friends of Ispin

Gilbert and Karyon, with sweet soothing words,
each befriend different meat-eating birds.
Gilbert is gentle, but Karyon’s keener,
One man is left with an untouched wiener.

By the fires, Kanathar speaks, his words a guiding light,
Giving alms to the weary, as faith endures the night.
Yet Marcus’ gaze lingers, on Darrett’s gleaming plate,
A heart torn between envy and the trials of fate.

Fleeing the draconian army, our five heroes row away,
With Darrett, Jeyev, and villagers, they seek the light of day.
Vogler burns behind them, the flames a mournful glow,
Three rowboats hold their hopes, as down the river they go.

With Vogler in flames, Macho Mage fights an ogre’s might,
Kanathar tends his flock, guiding them to a boat’s flight.
Gilbert and Karyon save tomes, their task now almost complete,
Darrett and Marcus stand watchful, ready for a swift retreat.

Marcus, thrilled to face a dragon’s might,
Discovers instead a siege engine’s fright.
Steel and steam spewing fire and dread,
As Vogler burns, Kanathar forges ahead.

With swift coordination, Macho Mage ensnares
Draconians ready for Gilbert’s fiery glares.
Vogler’s last militiamen, ill-equipped, stand by,
Witnessing magic flare, and draconian enemies fry.

In Vogler’s library, Gilbert, with Darrett by his side,
Saves precious tomes from war’s encroaching tide.
With arms full of knowledge, they strive against the clock,
Preserving wisdom’s light before the coming shock.

In Becklin’s chamber, passions burn so high,
Karyon, Cudgel, and Becklin, with no need to ask why.
Desperation fuels them, with peril on the way,
Their final night together, ‘ere dawn brings dismay.

In solemn moment, Becklin’s hands bestow,
A box of import, a vow to show.
As Marcus swears, his oath profound,
To protect Darrett, their fates are bound.

Atop the battlements, ‘neath skies so vast and clear,
Marcus and Gilbert ready, with Becklin’s parting cheer.
While Karyon gazes out, to where they hope to land,
Than adjusts the Gnomeflinger: the moment is at hand.