Snarling dragon slices air with its claws
Recalling greener years when mighty it was
And not toothless and hoardless, which it is because
Adventurers cut it some bloody new flaws

— Ed Greenwood (@TheEdVerse) February 3, 2021

The cleric and the wizard
Were walking hand in hand
When arrows sped thru mage’s gizzard
And he fell bleeding to the sand
Said the priest, “If I heal thee with blesséd tongue of lizard
Will it follow the Divine Plan?”

— Ed Greenwood (@TheEdVerse) February 4, 2021

Yonder, through the vast and gloomy dark
There comes an eerie, dancing spark
Flooding the lightless deeps of night
With magic blue, and creeping, and fey-bright
Perhaps it seeks a place to park

— Ed Greenwood (@TheEdVerse) February 5, 2021

1)
“Oh.”
“We strive for efficiency, Elvar. To keep you in feasts and wine.”
“Ah, well, I could use some of both about now!”
“Except during times of invasion.”#epicfantasy2)
The emerald-lit room is large and furnished with a dozen round tables, each large enough for four plain stools drawn up around it. A long bar or high counter runs down the back of the room, and bottles line shelves covering…#epicfantasy

— Ed Greenwood (@TheEdVerse) May 28, 2020

3)
…the wall behind it.
“Is this a TAVERN?”
“Jailers have to drink somewhere.”
Palonder shoots some swift glances around, ducking to peer under the tables.#epicfantasy 4)
“They’ve all fled,” Wolf assures him dryly.
“Leaving the prisoners to STARVE?”
“There were no prisoners. Haven’t been for years, according to the records they sent up to us at the Castle.”
“Hmmph. Light work,” Chant says tartly.#epicfantasy

— Ed Greenwood (@TheEdVerse) May 28, 2020

5)
Wolf shrugs. “Courtiers.”#epicfantasy

— Ed Greenwood (@TheEdVerse) May 28, 2020

And now there’re no more unicorns because
Hungry swooping dragons took all there was
Wizards went after the dragons then
So there’re no more dragons, now, just thirsty-sword-swinging men

— Ed Greenwood (@TheEdVerse) August 8, 2020

Too furious or too obedient to learn what their foes tried to teach
An huge armed host died on yonder beach
Now ghosts stand grim to watch the coming of the dawn
They rule this land, now that the living are all gone

— Ed Greenwood (@TheEdVerse) August 9, 2020

Every time yon witch casts a spell into a mirror
The time when we must do battle gets nearer
Peace and safety long gone
Lost in her night ’twixt dusk and dawn
That’s always the way
Someone’s got to hurl good times away
Time to make her pay

— Ed Greenwood (@TheEdVerse) August 10, 2020

Treason, gentles, ’tis just a plot away
Just a plot away
The old king’s heart a spell shall rot away
Civil war just one onslaught away
Sober food for thought dashed away
So put not that garotte away

— Ed Greenwood (@TheEdVerse) August 11, 2020

1)
“So by going downwards, we’re going to be safe?”
“I would not trust overmuch in THAT. Danger is everywhere in life.”
“Philosophy, Wolf? Really? 2)
“Whoa there, Chant. Philosophers THINK before they speak.”
{snort} “And you don’t, is that it?”
“I just keep about three lines ahead of the rest of you. It’s not hard.”
“Ouch.”
“You’re welcome.”#epicfantasy

— Ed Greenwood (@TheEdVerse) May 26, 2020

3)
“So what if we do head for that lit room?”
“You’ll see, in another two rooms.”
Wolf leads the way across a room, through an arch, along a passage, and out into another room that’s festooned with archways. He points ahead. 4)
“Follow me—and when I turn left sharply, make sure you do, too.”
“Oh? Why?”
Wolf indicates a dark, motionless form ahead. It’s an endlessly-staring guard, withering away to a skeleton but standing stiffly upright.#epicfantasy

— Ed Greenwood (@TheEdVerse) May 26, 2020

5)
Thanks to all the long, wicked spikes he’s impaled on.
“That’s why.”#epicfantasy

— Ed Greenwood (@TheEdVerse) May 26, 2020

1)
Dragon, at last you’re on fire
At long last, feel the torment of my desire
Hear me now, when I say
All my life I’ve wanted it that way
When I was a babe, you tore my world apart
Ate my whole family, tore a hole in my heart2)
When you say
That’s just a dragon’s way
I think it’s high time—ere you die—you acquire
A tiny bit of mercy that will never tire
So finally you’ll start
To be discerning and smart

— Ed Greenwood (@TheEdVerse) September 28, 2020

See the struggling jester, hurled shrieking out through the window
This last jest
Was not his best
That’s the queen’s newly cobbled courtyard; best if you don’t look out below

— Ed Greenwood (@TheEdVerse) September 25, 2020

Dwarves in tights!
Because we're dwarves in tights
We're gonna win all the fights!
We're your (short) bearded delights!
Yes, we're dwarves in tights!

{axe-hurling rap commences}

— Ed Greenwood (@TheEdVerse) September 25, 2020

It always starts with one regicide
I don’t know why
Blood on the throne never has time to dry
It doesn’t even matter how hard you try
Bear that in mind
If you try to be kind

— Ed Greenwood (@TheEdVerse) September 27, 2020

He stole softly away, to trip in her trap of many a pot and pan
Left to clang alarm if stepped on if her lover ran
And the medusa unhooded the lamp, met his eye, and he turned to stone
Leaving her once more weeping, betrayed, and alone

— Ed Greenwood (@TheEdVerse) September 22, 2020

Slay the loathly worm, so the village its guts can stuff
And feast for joy, ere finally eating enough
Not to feel hunger gnaw
Nor fear of monster’s maw
So, adventurer, go and try
And in case you die
We’ll say goodbye

— Ed Greenwood (@TheEdVerse) September 23, 2020

And so it comes at last to a fight
And one of us will be dead tonight
Both of us standing nobly for what is right
Yet I know whenever we
Did disagree
You never, ever, gave in to me

— Ed Greenwood (@TheEdVerse) September 24, 2020

1)
“Now, QUICKLY,” he mutters, ushering them into the darkness, following them, and doing something to the wall that closes it again, plunging them into dank darkness until a glow kindles from one of his rings, showing them…#epicfantasy

— Ed Greenwood (@TheEdVerse) September 22, 2020

2)
…cobwebs across a narrow stone-lined way.
“Where are we going?” the King hisses.
“Deeper into the Palace,” Wolf replies, striding past him to the fore.
“I was hoping for a little more specificity,” the King snaps. 3)
“Ah. Well, you know what they say about the hopes of kings.”
“No, what?”
“Foolish, deluded, and destined to be dashed. Just like the promises of kings.”#epicfantasy

— Ed Greenwood (@TheEdVerse) September 22, 2020