With only two days to prepare there was no time for stalling,
by night Macho Mage would train the men in backyard brawling.
By day they’d train with Marcus learning how to use their spears,
they hoped with these new fighting skills they’d overcome their fears.
Raven briefed the Kalamaniacs on her latest quest,
to retake Wheelwatch Outpost would be a daunting test.
With ten unskilled militia men her plan would surely fail,
but if the Kalamaniacs would help, they might, just might, prevail.
Marcus honoured Kiri-Jolith in both word and deed,
and due to that he earned the right to call a paladin’s steed.
A horse appeared and looked to be a most impressive mount,
an intelligent, strong and loyal beast on whom he’ll surely count.
At the dockside funeral a voice hails Macho,
and from out of the crowd comes his brother, named Nacho.
But Titarr took his life with a lightning bolt,
and gave it back to Kanathar, who awoke with a jolt.
Kalaman’s mourners made rainy march to a humble city square,
to view the statue of Kanathar newly erected there.
He was a vital part of the Friends of Ispin group,
He served a mighty god, and he served a mighty soup.
Marcus, chivalry calling him, sets Gilbert in his sights,
and asks the scholar for his help, studying Solamnic Knights.
Gilbert is quite happy to help Marcus research his book,
If it can be found within a library, he’ll know where to look.
Marcus went to the Kiri-Jolith shrine to spiritually regroup,
but on the way he stopped to see Titarran’s serving soup.
“The god was false, but the deeds are true,” thought Marcus in his piety,
“Kanathar’s cult, through his martyrdom, has grown in notoriety”.
Gilbert sought the wisdom of the wizardess in black,
Perhaps Wyhan might look upon the ball within his sack?
She said it was a driftglobe, and told him of its perks,
“The Daylight feature comes in handy, once a day it works.”
To council chambers Cudgel and the Kalamaniacs went,
to testify their job was done, and Kanathar’s life was spent.
Macho Mage was there and could not believe his friend was dead,
“There’ll be a statue and state funeral,” Governor Miat said.
Cudgel’s comrades carry Kanathar’s corpse through Kalaman,
and word spreads quickly through the streets of the death of Titarr’s man.
For those he fed, and those he healed, their hearts were full of woe,
nevermind his followers, Darths Larry, Curly and Mo.
