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| − | + | Dakota says "To Valenhiem I go!<br/> | |
| − | + | I'll see you there if it doesn't snow."<br/> | |
| − | Nigel | + | Nigel replies "Take my horse!<br/> |
| − | + | Lightsinger is the swiftest one of course!"<br/> | |
| − | + | Mara appears and states "We need thy ration<br/> | |
| − | + | Barkeep, pack them in a quick fashion.<br/> | |
| − | + | Nigel go and find us a caravan to guard."<br/> | |
| − | + | "Yes m'lady that surely won't be hard."<br/> | |
| − | + | Lioniel and Nigel go for a wander<br/> | |
| − | + | And find a dwarf over by yonder<br/> | |
| − | + | "Once a humble bard came to caravan...<br/> | |
| − | + | This sounds like a mighty plan!"<br/> | |
| − | + | The party begins loading the Dwarven crates<br/> | |
| − | + | Lioniel says "Hurry! Adventure awaits!"<br/> | |
| − | + | Wen peaks a glance inside the box<br/> | |
| − | + | "Its a garlic press!" she yells in shock<br/> | |
| − | + | Heading off along the eastern highway<br/> | |
| − | + | The pony gave off an indignant "neigh!"<br/> | |
| − | + | After walking most of the day<br/> | |
| − | + | Wen realises they may have gone astray<br/> | |
| − | + | Lioniel yells to a passing merchant<br/> | |
| − | + | Turns out their paths are divergent<br/> | |
| − | + | The merchant bids them farewall with no blame<br/> | |
| − | Sir Nigel | + | But Sir Nigel is still filled with guilt and shame.<br/> |
| − | + | "Let me purchase some of your wares?"<br/> | |
| − | + | "Two for one garlic presses. They come in pairs.<br/> | |
| − | + | Mastercrafted using dwarvern steel."<br/> | |
| − | + | Sir Nigel buys them releasing his zeal.<br/> | |
| − | + | Abandoning the dwarf to his fate<br/> | |
| − | + | The party heads to Valenhiem at a rolling gate<br/> | |
| − | + | The party's rations Mara did leave<br/> | |
| − | + | Upon the dwarf's cart with no reprieve<br/> | |
| − | + | Reaching the crest of a hill <br/> | |
| − | + | the party hunts to find their fill<br/> | |
| − | + | A meager rabbit is secured <br/> | |
| − | + | But their hunger is not cured<br/> | |
| − | + | The night passes in a flash<br/> | |
| − | + | And in the morning they do dash<br/> | |
| − | + | Onwards towards valenhiem<br/> | |
| − | + | The rising sun does start to shine<br/> | |
| − | + | Reaching a plateau upon a hill<br/> | |
| − | + | The party notice something below is ill<br/> | |
| − | + | Descending into a scene of slaughter<br/> | |
| − | + | Warriors lie dead having been given no quarter<br/> | |
| − | Leaping | + | Leaping from the long grass, a gnoll!<br/> |
| − | + | This is no longer a casual stroll<br/> | |
| − | + | Two more appear from their hiding spot<br/> | |
| − | + | Thickening this already dangerous plot<br/> | |
| − | + | Leaping forth flute in hand<br/> | |
| − | + | Lioniel does not even need a band<br/> | |
| − | + | Striking hard at their face<br/> | |
| − | + | He puts these gnolls in their place<br/> | |
| − | + | A bite is taken upon Mara's shoulder<br/> | |
| − | + | But her reposte is quick and bolder<br/> | |
| − | + | An arrow flies from Wen's bow<br/> | |
| − | + | It strikes a mighty deadly blow<br/> | |
| − | + | Sir Nigel springs to defend his bardic friend<br/> | |
| − | + | He blocks attacks that would otherwise rend<br/> | |
| − | + | More musical notes strike out at the foes<br/> | |
| − | + | Sir Nigel must even dodge these blows<br/> | |
| − | + | Mara and Wen move in to assist<br/> | |
| − | + | The gnolls have no chance to resist<br/> | |
| − | + | Mara with her swinging blade<br/> | |
| − | + | And Wen coming to her aid<br/> | |
| − | + | The battle ends in the strangest way<br/> | |
| − | + | With Lioniel saving the day<br/> | |
| − | + | Using his sword with great skill<br/> | |
| − | + | He slices the gnoll's neck for the final kill<br/> | |
| − | + | Searching among the dead and dying<br/> | |
| − | + | They find a man who is softly sighing<br/> | |
| − | + | Close to death the man does lay<br/> | |
| − | + | Sir Nigel's blessing helps him stay<br/> | |
| − | + | Wen discovers Andy is his name<br/> | |
| − | + | And these gnolls are to blame<br/> | |
| − | + | Valenhiem is under attack<br/> | |
| − | + | We must hurry and get back<br/> | |
| − | Reaching the crest above Valenhiem<br | + | There is no time to rig a sled<br/> |
| − | The party find they have arrived just in time.<br | + | Mara yells for Nigel to leave the dead.<br/> |
| − | A fire glows from within the town.<br | + | The living are the ones to be saved<br/> |
| − | Gnolls attacking all around.<br | + | I thought that was what you craved<br/> |
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| + | Reaching the crest above Valenhiem<br/> | ||
| + | The party find they have arrived just in time.<br/> | ||
| + | A fire glows from within the town.<br/> | ||
| + | Gnolls attacking all around.<br/> | ||
Latest revision as of 01:09, 30 April 2021
Two for One Garlic Presses for Sale
Dakota says "To Valenhiem I go!
I'll see you there if it doesn't snow."
Nigel replies "Take my horse!
Lightsinger is the swiftest one of course!"
Mara appears and states "We need thy ration
Barkeep, pack them in a quick fashion.
Nigel go and find us a caravan to guard."
"Yes m'lady that surely won't be hard."
Lioniel and Nigel go for a wander
And find a dwarf over by yonder
"Once a humble bard came to caravan...
This sounds like a mighty plan!"
The party begins loading the Dwarven crates
Lioniel says "Hurry! Adventure awaits!"
Wen peaks a glance inside the box
"Its a garlic press!" she yells in shock
Heading off along the eastern highway
The pony gave off an indignant "neigh!"
After walking most of the day
Wen realises they may have gone astray
Lioniel yells to a passing merchant
Turns out their paths are divergent
The merchant bids them farewall with no blame
But Sir Nigel is still filled with guilt and shame.
"Let me purchase some of your wares?"
"Two for one garlic presses. They come in pairs.
Mastercrafted using dwarvern steel."
Sir Nigel buys them releasing his zeal.
Abandoning the dwarf to his fate
The party heads to Valenhiem at a rolling gate
The party's rations Mara did leave
Upon the dwarf's cart with no reprieve
Reaching the crest of a hill
the party hunts to find their fill
A meager rabbit is secured
But their hunger is not cured
The night passes in a flash
And in the morning they do dash
Onwards towards valenhiem
The rising sun does start to shine
Reaching a plateau upon a hill
The party notice something below is ill
Descending into a scene of slaughter
Warriors lie dead having been given no quarter
Leaping from the long grass, a gnoll!
This is no longer a casual stroll
Two more appear from their hiding spot
Thickening this already dangerous plot
Leaping forth flute in hand
Lioniel does not even need a band
Striking hard at their face
He puts these gnolls in their place
A bite is taken upon Mara's shoulder
But her reposte is quick and bolder
An arrow flies from Wen's bow
It strikes a mighty deadly blow
Sir Nigel springs to defend his bardic friend
He blocks attacks that would otherwise rend
More musical notes strike out at the foes
Sir Nigel must even dodge these blows
Mara and Wen move in to assist
The gnolls have no chance to resist
Mara with her swinging blade
And Wen coming to her aid
The battle ends in the strangest way
With Lioniel saving the day
Using his sword with great skill
He slices the gnoll's neck for the final kill
Searching among the dead and dying
They find a man who is softly sighing
Close to death the man does lay
Sir Nigel's blessing helps him stay
Wen discovers Andy is his name
And these gnolls are to blame
Valenhiem is under attack
We must hurry and get back
There is no time to rig a sled
Mara yells for Nigel to leave the dead.
The living are the ones to be saved
I thought that was what you craved
Reaching the crest above Valenhiem
The party find they have arrived just in time.
A fire glows from within the town.
Gnolls attacking all around.
