In an inn, some adventurers called our warrior a wrinkled old bat
So she chopped them into chunks and goo
And calmly tossed it all into the hearth-stew
And not so calmly got jailed a month for that— Ed Greenwood (@TheEdVerse) September 6, 2018
All the lively year long
The battle trumpets ring out strong
The warlords are paying again
Yet they say civilization and safety doth increase
And just around yon corner awaits shining peace
I fear for me it’ll be the cold peace of being slain— Ed Greenwood (@TheEdVerse) September 7, 2018
Adventurers, in the throes of deep anxiety
Are all too apt to quite forget propriety
And be shunned in polite society
Excommunicated despite any piety
For heinous crimes in all their dastardly variety— Ed Greenwood (@TheEdVerse) September 7, 2018