The Forgotten City III Report
General Summary
Muse, fetch me over versatile verse for violence
To dream the deeds of bitter battle
Holyman Theophilus bartered with Bearmen
For their saucy sigil of snakes but found failure
Words of the Bearmen come to him, numb and dumb
Ħarun, they crooned, Ħarun, Ħarun
Away! The cleric cried, and the hairy ones hurried
But Alexandru searched in both cairn and cave
And found Theo a sigil, asking no boon or barter
In bright burning day, Kegho contemplated
As watchful warrior, the dust devils dervish
“I trust no devils of the desert, large or small”
The company of companions tip-toed timidly
Past spore-capped vicious vittles, hungry and hungered
“Eat the enemy dead,” whispers the bicameral beast
“Dine the Dungeon, sleep with a belly full of screams”
And then the chasm, too long for halfling hurling
So ropes fly, grapple-hooked and tautened tight
For fleet-footed Forest Scout to skip across
Alben Ashkuz goes hand over hand over hand
Only to confront the hydra in its haven
Bow strings stretched, and with a thwip
The hydra was arrow-shot and aggrieved
Hexa-headed horror hissed in chorus
And rushed to ravage the Steppelander
Kegho, in dismal defeat, calls for retreat
Battle-balanced Riven falls crossing the crevasse
Saved by Alexandru’s nimble knot knowledge
The harried hydra plugged itself in the narrow passage
And Kegho retreated from his retreat, called for Asbjørn
And his bared Blooddrinker to attack the wretched reptile
The Northlander’s bold battle boast “Let’s get stupid!” echoes
Banking bow, Kegho drew Wraithcleaver
Sharp enough to shear ghosts, goblin boon
It sank deep into the heaving hydra, snakes screaming
The hideous hydra snapped, six heads striking
Thrice missed, thrice hit, it bit deep his mighty thews
Kedgo retreated rapidly, called Alex for fierce fire
Alex crossed the chasm with a skip and a scrabble
Oil and flame, old friends, the torch-bearer joined them
Cooking meat scent and beast-bellows filled the air
As rockfall pinned the baleful beast, it became a tasty target
Astute Asbjorn flanked the mewling monster
Boney brave, Asbjorn attacked anus aggressively
But sling-staffed Alexandru took the day
With a smooth stone stabbed through eye and brain
The cave captured, The Company expertly explored
With Muse fled, assonance and alliteration absconded
To dream the deeds of bitter battle
Holyman Theophilus bartered with Bearmen
For their saucy sigil of snakes but found failure
Words of the Bearmen come to him, numb and dumb
Ħarun, they crooned, Ħarun, Ħarun
Away! The cleric cried, and the hairy ones hurried
But Alexandru searched in both cairn and cave
And found Theo a sigil, asking no boon or barter
In bright burning day, Kegho contemplated
As watchful warrior, the dust devils dervish
“I trust no devils of the desert, large or small”
The company of companions tip-toed timidly
Past spore-capped vicious vittles, hungry and hungered
“Eat the enemy dead,” whispers the bicameral beast
“Dine the Dungeon, sleep with a belly full of screams”
And then the chasm, too long for halfling hurling
So ropes fly, grapple-hooked and tautened tight
For fleet-footed Forest Scout to skip across
Alben Ashkuz goes hand over hand over hand
Only to confront the hydra in its haven
Bow strings stretched, and with a thwip
The hydra was arrow-shot and aggrieved
Hexa-headed horror hissed in chorus
And rushed to ravage the Steppelander
Kegho, in dismal defeat, calls for retreat
Battle-balanced Riven falls crossing the crevasse
Saved by Alexandru’s nimble knot knowledge
The harried hydra plugged itself in the narrow passage
And Kegho retreated from his retreat, called for Asbjørn
And his bared Blooddrinker to attack the wretched reptile
The Northlander’s bold battle boast “Let’s get stupid!” echoes
Banking bow, Kegho drew Wraithcleaver
Sharp enough to shear ghosts, goblin boon
It sank deep into the heaving hydra, snakes screaming
The hideous hydra snapped, six heads striking
Thrice missed, thrice hit, it bit deep his mighty thews
Kedgo retreated rapidly, called Alex for fierce fire
Alex crossed the chasm with a skip and a scrabble
Oil and flame, old friends, the torch-bearer joined them
Cooking meat scent and beast-bellows filled the air
As rockfall pinned the baleful beast, it became a tasty target
Astute Asbjorn flanked the mewling monster
Boney brave, Asbjorn attacked anus aggressively
But sling-staffed Alexandru took the day
With a smooth stone stabbed through eye and brain
The cave captured, The Company expertly explored
With Muse fled, assonance and alliteration absconded
