The Demon Slayers of Axbury

I'm here to tell the Story of a very special day The deed was done, the battle won The whole town cheered hooray Valed had won the contest with his delicious pie A glorious feast, to say the least The day that no one had to die They met with some men Sam bartered a deal to build a house on their land So they could start a venture so bold Axbury wool from sheep of gold They drank and danced and laughed all night But Skjoldfrid raged and wanted to fight Frank had made a bet that Skjoldfrid would win the fight She stepped outside into the night Her opponent was Gorm. A man in excellent form They drew their swords, the crowd wanted gore And she displayed her awesome might Inside the tavern, Azul remained And worthy information was gained Of a land to the north, beyond a desert of sorts And a game they played, I believe taq was the name The inquisition rode into town Our heroes faced them down In a battle of wits, with words like fists. Our heroes stood their ground They tried to bend the truth with tiny lies They told of the demon in Carla's hide They slipped the noose, by telling the truth They journeyed to the tavern to eat and drink some more Valed went picking berries while I knocked on Harricks door The inquisition was still around In Perrins face a friendly smile was found Could he be on our heroes side after all? Or was it a ploy? Perhaps the start of their downfall Harrick joined the gang and listened to their plans In the search for a business partner he said that Jackass was their man So when Jacksall was asked He jumped at the chance To help them build an empire of wool, But out of their arse sheep of gold they must pull! But what became of Valed while the gang hung out in town? He went off to pick some berries and was nowhere to be found Perhaps he ran away bravely, bravely, ran away Maybe he ate some magic berries and drifted off to a foreign land Where he fought a mighty dragon Without lifting a hand He didn't use weapons he didn't throw a rock He simply took of his clothes... and showed the dragon his... smelly... ugly... stinking... sock Well Valed my friend, now that you're here! Perhaps you can tell us what transpired while we ate and drank beer!

This is the ongoing bard Sam deFauks' tale about the exploits of the main characters in the first D&D campaign set in Kampos. Composed by one of my lovely players, and performed at irregular intervals by another. Thanks for being awesome!