Happenings

[Culnarion]

With lightning and sound, away we go,
Kal Shadar and I, into Danger's Glow,
In stinking sewers, in moldering waste,
With rats a plenty and disease and human paste.

Within a single lanterns glow,
The night was dark, in Waterdeep's below,
With slinking shadow and dazzling staff,
Came a mage in red, and black, and grim cast.

When fire he called and fire appeared,
Two books bourne out of whispering weird,
And walk he away to shadows and gloom,
As around us rats gathered tails a loom.

Sharp teeth and whistling claws,
Broken bones and shredding maws,
A sword was all between ignoble death,
A woman screaming as sanity nearly left.

And away they sped books gathered to their bosom,
Lost in dank darkness, where sun dare not touch,
Wounded and weary, with fright in their eyes,
Hearts grew more weary, as a ladder, they could not spy.

With a flash of light and a tinkering sound,
They vanished from sight whisked from their lull,
And fleeing they ran from where they appeared,
As shadowy monsters cast webs and black smears.

And again came the mage in red and black,
A sinister look in both eyes below red cap.
White beard and cold eyes regard the two,
Proclaiming doom, and his words I write to you.

"When the Hammer strikes the Shadows beyond the Prince,
No. And it falls between the cloak and staff.
Undermountain has the same,
And the answer lies,
Where the Hammer strikes the Shadow beyond the Prince.

Or the Vermin will have both.

Where the Hammer strikes the Shadow beyond the Prince.
It is too late here."

And near we found, a body lay dead,
Clad in Lathander's Gold and Red.
A shield emblazoned with the rising sun,
Was all that remained, of a corpse's lone run.

And away they sped, through darkness and light,
And found themselves shivering, at the docks still in fright.
A hue and cry they took up with the Watch,
Their tale fell unbelieving on men who shrugged and forgot.

And saddened and weary, bloodied and scratched,
Away to Safeheaven, the two slowly went.
With coin in her hand the woman bought ale,
And quickly got drunk, and wrote this ill tale.

[Ithildur]

Nice job... and welcome to ALFA.