Fallenboughs

Dast's Adventure Log

In the City of Naught we toil, night and day,
So that others might live where one passed away.

In the tower of glass we faced giant ants
Prevailing at last by the seat of our pants.
Our elven mentor helped us as we were spent
With a vial of potent anti-ant scent.

In the shadow of Gark, unknown goblin king,
We were saddled with prisoners of his kin.
Long did we all debate what to do with those
Who would gladly have left us as food for crows.

In the end we agreed that the tiny crooks
Would serve us much better as barter for books.
We returned them to their bouffant-haired master
In trade for books of alchemical matter.

Back at the inn of the skeleton keeper,
We trained canine help and sewed up some leather;
But soon were we set upon by a dark foe
With much metal in skin and shadows in tow.

The black-eyed man who had a same-colored heart
Unleashed his chained monsters to tear us apart,
But we showed him the strength of those led astray!
He was so impressed that he then ran away.

With that threat now gone, we return to our work
And keep out an eye for whatever may lurk
Beyond the shadows cast by this dreadful place;
The chase for the truth proves to be a long race.

In the City of Naught we toil, night and day,
So that others might live where one passed away.

—Dast the Lyre

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