Reza

The 16th of Astrus, 823
IN the Mothlight Tavern A strange company, at best Two humans, a gnome and ratfolk Did go searching for a quest. The destination was no question, A forgotten keep up north The wizard Isam needed knowledge And so the four went forth His desire was for magic Whether artifact or spell And none among their party Knew if it would end well. Arriving at the keep, They found they couldn't go past. That was, until big Miyra Kicked the gate till it collapsed. The shuddering portcullis wasn't quiet; It made quite the smashing sound A lizard man stuck out his head To see if the source was around. His reinforcements arrived swiftly There were three, all told And tiny Reza tried to offer a gift An act that was too bold. "STOP!" cried Isam loudly, Having information she did not. Apparently, the lizards weren't A very grateful lot. The lizards spoke Draconic To our heros, incomprehensible They were very xenophobic All outsiders reprehensible. But it was already too late. The time for battle was nigh And here it was past time For Erm the Ratfolk's time to shine. Isam, scared of dying, Stayed cowering in the back. Erm shot and found his mark; Red Alert helped pick up slack. When only one was left, Reza yanked hard with her whip Down the lizard-man went And he quickly lost his grip. As the lizard lay there Praying in foreign tongue Isam pointed at his head Where his crossbow arrow stung. Miyra and Reza carried on- Their companions had disappeared But the rest of this short journey Was not so bad as feared After searching bodies And the first room for loot Miyra's tracking came in handy; The footprint of a boot. Though they felled three It seemed there was another A fourth who seemed less eager And made themselves a bother. "The direction whence they came," Miyra discerned with ease "These four pairs of footprints Came from north-northeast."