<meta />Our story begins in Staglight,
Hosting a festival proud!
Alarm Bells ring, throughout the town,
And the nobles gather round.
“The delegate and stone are missing…”
“….We need a party now!…”
“To find the stone and delegate!…”
“…and keep the peace in this town..”
A rugged barbarian steps forward,
A noble paladin behind
A canny ranger for tracking
And a druid earnest and wise.
The nobles grateful and joyous
The party sets out that night,
Through marshy danger,
Leaving Staglight behind…
Our Paladin glowed like a beacon,
Piercing the gloom with his light!
Calling a challenge to monsters
“I dare you to test my might”
Our party arrived in Blackroot,
At last civilization in sight!
Beds for rest and ale to drink,
And clues our purpose to find.
Our party parts ways for the morning
Each our own paths to pursue,
To drink or pray or commander find,
In search for the hidden truth,
A night of carousing forgotten,
And the morning to start anew,
Off we go to the Barrows old
In hopes of ending this soon,
Once again in the marshes
Many undead were found
We valiantly fought, and prevailed at last
Though our true test we’d yet to pass
Misfortune beset us on morning,
Two of our companions were gone
Like a whisper creeping through the night
No trace of them could be found
We pressed on to the Barrows
A secret entrance unveiled
And at the bottom we found a man
A veteran old and proud.
First he dueled with honor,
But then betrayal he chose
Upon his death we found the stone
And the delegate indisposed
At last our journey’s over
And now we return home
This victory which taste so sweet
Shall bring us great re-