What looms yonder, blotting out the lovely green scenery?
Why, ’tis the latest alchemist’s black-smoke-belching diabolical machinery
Doth it work? Not quite, but promise it shows
So more coin in its direction every local greedy fool throws
— Ed Greenwood (@TheEdVerse) January 18, 2020
In this vale, all that glitters is loudly proclaimed gold
And the stream of arriving adventurers daily grows larger and odder
But wise local dwarves let their forges grow dusty and cold
And speak of the adventurers as naïve and doomed fodder
— Ed Greenwood (@TheEdVerse) January 20, 2020
And though the augurs are more than a little wobbly
We’ll survive the tentacled horrors this time. Probably.
— Ed Greenwood (@TheEdVerse) January 21, 2020