From the gates of Summit Hall;
The carts with cargo bourn;
The party set out one and all.
With conversation and grumbling skies;
The only thing of any note or hint;
Regarding what trouble within the hills lies.
On the middle watch with monk and paladin;
A speechless figure into camp strode;
A suit of armor guided by arcane power within.
And stood there doing naught by staring;
Talindra leaned out to awaken Elivia quiet and quick;
And then the aasimar took in the armored form glaring.
Orders were given to not harm the rest of the party;
Then Elivia returned to sleep to be avoid being spell-less;
And on the morrow the others had a surprise hearty.
Ended when the bard set fingers to string;
And afflicted on the assassin a laughter most heinous;
It faded quickly but left a slight prideful sting.
Until a passing patrol of knights called “Hail and Well Met;”
A doughty band that sought news out of traveler’s mouth;
And in return spoke of how Womford was newly wet.
To Womford they came at the mid-day next;
A tiny village of docks, mill and muddy lawn;
They saw indeed how the town was vexed.
A receding trouble that left one other;
A band of pirates with timbers to shiver;
A keelboat drawn up on shore loaded with fodder.
For lodgings and travel across the way;
To Bargewright Inn, its odor wafting down;
On the wind, noses and trees to sway.
Buying hooks and vials and powdered ghoul;
He spent quite a bit of coin on thieves’ wares;
But still made a deal on this pirate fool.
And played a rousing round of song to the folks;
Gathering that books were in a boat’s stern;
It was not difficult information to coax.
And Angus felt quite sure of whom she spoke;
He left out ahead to step into villager shoes;
Joining the commoners acting as oxen in yoke.
Fennle performing feats of martial splendor;
And armored faithful laying close by;
The guildman kept his eye on the aquatic store.
A shark-toothed genasi of watery birth;
Asking of books that she had heard of time and again;
Acquired by this merchant of jovial girth.
And though she quickly concealed her surprise;
Something odd was noticed by genasi eyes;
Though he could not tell why he felt suspicion lies.
Into bulging hull of many packed goods by symbol marked;
Cargo suspiciously full and much varied given recent woe;
He was certain this is where the slavers’ partners parked.
And carefully dropped her illusion of humanity’s form;
Giving Shaolar what he thought the answer to her suspect state;
He commiserated with her on the plight of the outsider born.
He spoke of fiery lunatics and uneducated bigots;
As the assassin returned from the lower stack;
Shaolar invited the tiefling to a place she fits.
He spoke of one called Jolliver creating order;
And said she did not have to alone fend;
Before revealing the dwarf’s books with his larder.
And with a gesture enchanted the demon girl’s mind;
To pull out of her a friend’s wonderful joy;
And get out of her excess coin for his literary find.
Marle left the boat with her new books;
And a plan of joining a new faction;
Little noticing the crews snickering looks.
He saw the map with water’s symbol in bold;
And snagged a ledger of goods they had shipped;
Back below in a small crate the ledger he stowed.
And as Angus appeared the pirate’s spell failed;
Realizing she’d been had curled the tiefling’s tail;
And suddenly her thoughts of non-violence bailed.
Showing business with an infamous druid;
Known to Elivia, Angus and Lohn as a pirate lord;
And recalling the Earth cult’s allies fluid.
Talindra went to speak to the village headman;
But found him much terrified and of weak heart;
Still she convinced him to stay away when things began.
A simple contest of prowess gladiatorial;
To draw from outside their wooden cavern;
Some pirates into a brawl most conspiratorial.
Was naught but a commoner and honest brute;
Marle quickly moved to heckle the monk’s talent;
Leaving Fennle to create a deception most astute.
Tempting the pirate to take the next bet;
He slapped down a bet far from three silvers light;
But was unconscious before he saw the first hit.
The arcane technician’s illusions drawing attention;
And the guards taking chances a prowler to doff;
Before slipping into the assassin’s execution.
The first pulled behind a ship out of sight of the quarrel;
But then Lohn was caught and help was bade;
As pirates spoke of Frank being stuck in a barrel.
And led the cleric and her metal friend away;
To the stag upon whom she took the priest of Mystra;
The paladin called down a blessing for the coming fray.
A warning of multiple contestants sacrificing their purse;
Came from the monk before meeting them in calm flurry;
While a bard’s magical song give one a curse hilarious.
Embedding in the back of dead Frank’s knee;
The pirate continued to run out of watery lair;
As behind him his partner fell to assassin’s bolt deadly.
As his Halfling friend, Pike, released his own bolt;
Striking the locksmith hard in the shoulder;
And moving to reload for another jolt.
But found only Fennle’s hands and feet;
The last bandit shook off Marle’s song;
But the humor was lost with no time to be fleet.
The tiefling leaped to the air upon hidden wings;
Shouting “You’ve got this!” to her friend below;
She made for the ships to see how went other things.
Alas he only managed to slice off Frank’s leg;
Before Angus’s bolt struck straight into his neck;
Leaving only the genasi and halfing still to peg.
When out of nowhere came a stag and knight fey;
A half-elf rider struck him nearly to his grave;
Her eyes and divine smite bringing down to the quay.
Sending a shaft straight into Pike’s chest;
The Halfling gasped as the attack did land;
And considered the foes with which he was pressed.
Reappearing not far away he rethought his plan;
For a tidal wave now would catch Pike in the storm;
Sadly for him, his spell could not defeat the paladin’s ban.
One missile struck the pirate sorcerer dead to the ground;
Two others battered the Halfling with brutal swish;
And bringing Pike to the gate of a trip to the waiting lands bound.
Pike sought to find the better part of valor;
But his foes would give him no quarter;
And a hail of hooves, blade and lightning finished his pallor.
The thuggish halfling had carried in his belt;
A blade most peculiar of magic nature no doubt;
It held enchantments for those who a fey touch felt;
And thus came to Talindra when failed Pike's rout.
The Watchful Knight slipping away in the night;
Back to the hills to wander for another age;
Having done little to nothing in either fight.
And found themselves in Bargewright Inn and squalor;
A disgusting place of manure and mud within;
They quickly decided not to stay for much more.
And passed the goods that they had recovered;
A bit of extra gold and renown this garnered for him;
But still they would not stay where the stench hovered.
The party set themselves back on the road to march;
Heading once again to what were now familiar lands;
And to make their newest plans once back in Red Larch.