Friends of Ispin

During the Kingfisher’s Fest, where laughter fills the air,
An old woman casts her line, with patience and care.
Among all competitors, her catch was the best,
Winning the contest, standing above the rest.

In his will, Ispin left behind, his shield of emerald hue,
To five adventurers, fate-bound, brave and true.
This legacy, a bond unspoken, through every trial and wield,
Together they’d face the morrow, beneath the Greenshield.

At The Brass Crab, under lantern’s glow, tales of Ispin freely flowed,
His roguish ways, in heart and deed, through every story showed.
With ale and cheer, they honored him, as laughter filled the air,
In Vogler’s heart, Ispin’s legacy, forever etched with care.

At sunset’s glow in Vogler, they bid farewell to brave Ispin,
On a boat his body laid, for his final journey to begin.
With flames to kiss the twilight sky, a hero’s light to keep,
They watched him drift to evermore, where legends soundly sleep.

At morning’s light on Vogler’s path, where danger did alight,
Draconians sprang forth, eager for the fight.
Our heroes clashed, their valour proved, till foes no longer stirred,
Then honoured fallen knights with flames, their silence undisturbed.

In a hall of silent statues, ‘neath the Eye’s pale glance,
Kanathar glimpsed Titarr, in a fleeting, sacred trance.
The vision spoke in silence, a communion vast and grand,
Vanishing with dawn’s light, like footprints in the sand.

In the land of Krynn, under the Eye’s watchful gaze,
Where magic ebbs and flows, and mysteries amaze,
Brave souls set forth, their destinies entwined,
To The Barb they journey, their fates to find.