Friends of Ispin

The ships sailed onward across the surf,
And Gilbert soared skyward, on the dragonnel’s turf.
Goodness, gracious, great balls of fire,
The wizard’s wrath was more than dire.

By night six ships crossed Kalaman Bay,
‘Til dragonnels and riders got in their way.
But Kalamaniacs are nobody’s sitting ducks,
They faced the foe, and gave very few fucks.

Three ladies strode down the Kalaman dock,
[Drawn by the pheromones from Karyon’s cock?]
Rookledust, Iriad, Tem Temble made haste,
To join the Kalamaniacs on their trip to the Waste.

To travel the Northern Wastes without trammel,
Macho decided he needed a camel.
He spared no expense, for he was no miser,
Outfitted with shoes, saddle bags, and a visor.

Gilbert accepted Wyhan’s invitation,
With Macho his plus one to the conversation.
“The bad news: Gilbert cannot yet take the test,
But look, here’s a brooch to pin on your chest!”

Karyon had a sudden homesick cravin’,
He just had to put his dick into Raven.
He commandeered Marcus’ paladin steed,
The horse recognized a fellow stallion in need.

Kanathar assembled his Titarran troops,
And praised them for their skill with soups.
Strengthened by the spreading of his faith,
He’s ready to hunt a Solamnic wraith!

The Marshall agreed we should go with haste,
To chase down Lord Soth in the Northern Waste.
She has other priorities, but the quest has merit,
so we’ll go with a hundred soldiers, and Darrett.

Macho finds Bakaris embarking on a plan,
To renovate the east wing of Castle Kalaman.
Macho grabs a hammer, and helps with the toil,
Bakaris promises him a fine portrait done in oil.

Gilbert made himself at home,
Ensconced in the archive, his nose in a tome.
In Kalaman’s library, each scroll and book,
and parchment deserved a careful look.