Friends of Ispin

A grand hall wreathed in magic purple flames
Lined with statues of knights devoid of names,
Leads to an altar of Marcus’ deity,
Its significance lost on those of the laity.

Karyon and Macho, both Fargab equipped,
Trailed Kanathar, Gilbert, and Marcus to the crypt.
The doorway was flanked by sculpted knights,
And the stairway was lit by violet lights.

Into their midst, an elf maiden slipped,
Leedara beseeched they make haste to the crypt.
Down there was a secret she said must be kept,
They heeded her word, and cryptward they crept.

The spirit of Caradoc sows confusion,
As he continues his ghostly intrusion.
With deviousness he manipulates fears,
Flips them all off, then disappears.

The spirit of Caradoc entered Macho Mage,
And sent him into a senseless rage.
The Friends attacked Macho to get at the ghost,
Who finally got beaten out of his host.

The smug look on Caradoc’s face was quite plain,
As he sat with the Council of Kalaman, all slain.
Against the Kalamaniacs, the man could not stand,
He gave up the note from Lord Soth in his hand.

Two more undead knights block the path,
But they soon make way for Kalamaniac wrath.
Kanathar kills one villain with a Sacred Flame,
Karyon kills the other with his wicked aim.

Marcus greets a pair of knights but a divine sense of dread,
Lets him know with confidence that these two are undead.
Angry at being played by these nether-knights for fools,
Our heroes, with a quickness, take down these armoured ghouls.

At Kalaman’s gate, among the crowd,
Rumours whispered and spoken aloud.
People speak of unusual sights:
A posse of filthy Solamnic knights?

Upon its demise, the shapeshifter insidious,
Dissolved into a spectral apparition most hideous.
The sight filled Macho with tremendous fear,
The poor fellow’s never seen a mirror.