Friends of Ispin

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.

They rendezvoused at Chez Greenshield,
Our heroes in their beds, army bivouacked in the field.
Gilbert awoke to find Andir the Wizard
Revealed as a monstrous book-burning lizard.

The camp is surveilled by a draconian scout,
But the Friends of Ispin flushed him out.
They quickly fired upon the beast,
Then packed up camp and headed east.

Light on his feet, literally speaking,
Macho seeks reception for his Fargab phreaking.
Finally someone in Kalaman hears his call,
A lowly servant in the council hall.

Marcus and Kanathar tend to the wounded,
salvaging some from the sure to be soon dead.
With righteousness and godly feeling,
They give their gifts of holy healing.

“Regroup to the east,” young Darrett said,
“Bakaris the Younger is lost, likely dead.”
Lord Bakaris the Elder, for once, hasn’t spoken,
He’s physically unhurt, but mentally broken.

Kalamaniacs came to that chaotic place,
Allies routed and Dragon Army giving chase.
They quickly repelled the draconic goons,
And Kanathar healed Macho’s wounds.