Friends of Ispin

Once calmed, Jentida, an elven haunting,
Found picking up her sword too daunting.
Macho found her plight quite tragic.
With her blessing he took the blade: ’twas magic!

The second floor was a ruined crypt,
From two stone coffins a pair of ghosts slipped.
The ghosts gave up a fancy cloak an’
Gems, once their spectral curse was broken.

On the first floor a statue of an elven sergeant,
Was heaped at its feet with coins of argent.
Each man left both a silver penny,
And astounded that Kanathar didn’t take any.

After a while our heroes laid eyes on,
Wakenreth Tower upon the horizon.
Ruins floated on air, suspended but shattered,
Mocking Krynn’s gravity like it never mattered.

Giant spiders quietly crept,
Into the camp where the heroes slept.
Quickly the heroes were all awoken,
And soon the spiders all lay broken.

To the Blue Phoenix Shrine they escorted Yearkal,
Where she reunited with her sea-elf circle.
Ishvern invited the heroes to stay,
And offered his pearly sack for their pay.

They considered ways to disable the crystal,
More permanently than Macho’s fist will.
They agreed upon the intuition,
That the answer was total demolition.

Across chasm bridges our heroes clamber,
Toward a crystal glowing amber,
Battling slaadi and their infectious spawn,
Not giving up ’til the baddies were gone.

They found the elf Yearkal with the sick woman Rone,
Unconscious and suffering from an illness unknown.
Marcus, with god’s might, made sure she was healed,
Of the slaad-pole infection that Kanathar revealed.

In a storage chamber our heroes found,
Crates and tools for breaking ground,
Revolting draconians were there keeping watch,
Weeping with sores worse than Karyon’s crotch.