Friends of Ispin

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.

With the mischievous cunning of a Vingaard River ferret,
Macho joined a covert squad led by Bakaris, with Darrett.
But their attack was, unsurprisingly, poorly planned,
They found themselves at Steel Springs woefully outmanned.

Karyon gave the gnomes the week to settle,
Into their workshop of wood, glass, and metal,
While Uncle Elthar stuffed the storehouse full,
With two hundred goldsworth of Anuerus wool.

Gilbert asked Oglesby if, by any chance,
He had any info on a silver dragon lance.
Oglesby promised that he’d take a look,
While Ela Braeden busily began binding a book.

Marcus, with a speech both poignant and pithy,
Showed Joric and Eduard around their new smithy.
Jenessa Weaver wasn’t there as a smith,
But as a priestess in service to Kiri-Jolith.