Friends of Ispin

Gilbert accepted Wyhan’s invitation,
With Macho his plus one to the conversation.
“The bad news: Gilbert cannot yet take the test,
But look, here’s a brooch to pin on your chest!”

Karyon had a sudden homesick cravin’,
He just had to put his dick into Raven.
He commandeered Marcus’ paladin steed,
The horse recognized a fellow stallion in need.

Kanathar assembled his Titarran troops,
And praised them for their skill with soups.
Strengthened by the spreading of his faith,
He’s ready to hunt a Solamnic wraith!

The Marshall agreed we should go with haste,
To chase down Lord Soth in the Northern Waste.
She has other priorities, but the quest has merit,
so we’ll go with a hundred soldiers, and Darrett.

Macho finds Bakaris embarking on a plan,
To renovate the east wing of Castle Kalaman.
Macho grabs a hammer, and helps with the toil,
Bakaris promises him a fine portrait done in oil.

Gilbert made himself at home,
Ensconced in the archive, his nose in a tome.
In Kalaman’s library, each scroll and book,
and parchment deserved a careful look.

Marcus’ precious plate armour was finished,
A spot remained tarnished, but his pride, undiminished.
Knight Marcus was finally in knightly attire.
No longer outdone by the suit of his squire.

Macho went down to the tavern to choose,
Some bastion defenders who can hold their booze,
He signed up a pair who showed great zeal,
At the promise of a bunk and a daily meal.

Rabble rousing on both sides of Kalaman’s gates,
Marshall Vendri and Bakaris held public debates,
To see who would rise as the city’s new leader.
Vendri’s victory, sweet; Bakaris’ defeat, sweeter.

Marcus brought cuirasses, greaves and vambraces,
with an order to put his two smiths through their paces.
A new suit of Solamnic armour was needed,
His specifications must carefully be heeded.