Well this is one I composed recently about an adventure to the fae isles . She unstraps her lyre from her back. (Nat 20 rolled skill total performance lyre 25) All gathered were free, As any could be, How rich was the lands, Flowed of mist bands, Exploration to be, A Fae land as fair, And dangerous could be, Upon Drucilla's Lair. A lone Shadow bard, With a tale to tell! Of Fierce and Wise Jewel, A dwarf who knew Rule. Of Bort simple and dumb, For strength he's the Bomb! Of Gaxx Instinctive and Proud, Of Boris Caring and Loud, Both filled with Rage, That anyone could gauge. And Poor Eryn whose Flare, Rightly made her a Hare, Her's ideals were flawed, And thus was mauled. A long boat's trip, To the Fae Isle. To rest at the camp's tip. The haunted tavern's ghosts we did not rile! At night the ghostly voice summons. Heed not or you may soil your cottons. Our fast broke over eggs and bacon. And south on the road, Was the path our feet were taken. We made good time with nothing to goad. Off the path did we finally make camp. Grateful were we that there was nothing too damp. Soon after bed, loud noises were creeping “Fuck Off!!!” Jewel called, “We are Sleeping!' A troll ran up, refusing to be cowed. Little did he know our fighters are proud! Strike after Strike! Went Boris, Gaxx and Bort. Shot after shot Eryn did spike. Javelin's throw after throw was Jewel's retort. Shadow made plenty of Cheers, And just as many of the Jeers. Down went Bob the Troll, All under our control. Another troll suddenly appears, Calling something to it's peers. Another round of battle ensued. Our party almost took out Troll two. Another 3 trolls quickly appeared A number sure to be feared. A man named Turian called a cease fire, It was in High Valkyrie that only Shadow knew, So became an event only she could inspire, Thankfully the party took the cue, And another troll avoided the Pyre. A ring gift to Shadow Turian Imbued. Yet the party's jeers were still pretty lewd. The man Turian and trolls retreated. We returned to the sleep that was really needed. We awoke with the morning sun. Ready to continue our exploring run. To the South we still headed, And found some dead animals, Whose pelts could be mended, Soon the group became close pals. Night now approaches, Our outlanders found us some food, And filled out pouches. That left us all in a really good mood. Watches were set, And down we went to bed. To avoid any sleep debt, And our limbs becoming lead. During very late that night, Those awake saw a great sight. A Majestic Dragon of Red, Flying far overhead. Fire sprayed from it's maw. A sight that inspires great awe. And before the light shone, It was quickly gone. We continued to explore. And among thick webs in the forest, Were animals that were not alive anymore. Getting them free was such a pest, But such a waste it was to leave them at rest, And collected pelt to add to our fee, But we stayed on the forest path, The giant spiders we did not want to see, Hoping to avoid their sticky wrath. But Eryn, Poor Eryn wanted to see, The webby forest burning brightly. The party sopped this reckless though, Eryn agreed, and the claim was bought, Tired and weary we looked for a camp trail, But what did we witness? When we left the webbed forest? A missing Eryn and a fire on our tail. It was all such a horrible mess. Oh but our wayward Elf was truly a Pest. On and on we ran, Away from the blaze, Not caring at all that we were down a woman. For at this point we were all in a Daze. How epic became this tale. To the south came a savior, As a tornado began to sail, Contrary to it's normal behavior. It blew the fire all away. And we could finally call it a day. A camp was made as we all felt blue, And Eryn arrived soon with a halt. Fast and sharp accusations soon flew, With her claiming the fire was not her fault. A cheerful laugh filled out ears, Soon we beheld a little Pixie, “You upset mean Drucilla!” She laughed nearly in tears. “You're in Big trouble!” She announced seeming Tricksie. Of the druidess Drucilla, we were told. And her wolves who numbered thirty one. Pixie offered aid before the events were to unfold, To take us away, our encounter done. A tale of the past that none return. From the land of the fae, a mystical lure. As eryn was responsible for the burn, Most of the party refused the tour. “Don't split the party.” I adventurer's rule one. Gaxx didn't care and ran on ahead. Our exhaustion was bad, our eyes weighed a ton. The rest of us headed to bed. Jewel, Wise Jewel, had Eryn trussed. Something we all felt was a must. We awoke surrounded by a pack! Wolves! The Pixie spoke true. The Druidess and Wolves all had out back. And crude Bort angry spoke with a rue. After a fight that we knew we would lose. Drucilla held back and asked us to choose. Kill the dying Eryn with our own hands, Or be killed for burning the lands. Bort did the deed. Drucilla was pleased. Still she insisted on a boon. To spare us under this moon. To find her the lands of the Fae. We had no choice but to obey. In respect for Boris' feelings toward a friend, Eryns body began to bend. And dead Eryn became Boris's male bunny. Something that Shadow really felt funny. A party was held back at the Iron Fist camp. Even Pixie Erika Thistledown attended the affair. While Jewel, Bag headed Boris and four others had a good Bump. We were determined to find out the lair. What happens next will truly set sail! But that will all be a time for another tale. She sets down her lyre. Anxiously awaiting thier reaction.
