Friends of Ispin

Silvanesti wine flowed, she-elves were enamoured,
With Karyon’s charms even though he was hammered.
Gilbert felt deep intellectual affinity
With Dalamar: he finally lost his virginity.

By the time they arrived at Camp Silvanesti,
Dalamar grew to be Gilbert’s new bestie.
But the elves’ leader, Zhelseul, felt nothing but scorn,
Kalamaniacs, he decreed, must leave in the morn’.

The elf, Dalamar, in a tone rather haughty,
Said killing his air elementals was naughty.
Gilbert charmed Dalamar with words erudite,
And all were invited to the elven campsite.

After much exertion Marcus climbed aboard
a beached elven ship, and brandished his sword.
The Kalamaniacs defeated two creatures of air,
Evidently summoned by an elf with black hair.

Macho raised the mouthpiece of the Fargab to his lips,
and gave his report to the men on the ships.
Upriver they found no decent place to moor,
They must continue sailing up the eastern shore.

Karyon kept watch o’er the Kalamaniac camp,
He suddenly noticed his ankles were damp.
The group simultaneously cried “Oh my gosh”,
And barely escaped being killed by The Wash.

In rowboats the Kalamaniac party slips,
In search of someplace to dock their ships.
Upriver they went but no harbour was found,
So they landed their boats to make camp on dry ground.

Marcus was raised on the Solamnian plain,
His legs unsteady on the bounding main.
Kanathar is accustomed to riding on ships,
With prayers to Titarr animating his lips.

Macho and Karyon brought guests below decks,
A dragon cultist for questioning; and Iriad for sex.
With the cultist, Macho quizzed his prisoner, curiously,
With Iriad, Karyon jizzed his jizz in her, furiously.

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.