The wizard stretched out his hand and said a silent word
And the castle fell over, and then the city, as every stone that silent word heard— Ed Greenwood (@TheEdVerse) February 15, 2019
The lamia sneered and the chimera did frown
As the adventurers fought hard, but one by one went down
Until even the bard was filled with doom, not to mention blessedly silent dread
And yet that was only fitting, because he at last was dead— Ed Greenwood (@TheEdVerse) February 16, 2019
The warhorns call us to fight
But my new armor’s too tight
And it’s too late to go to sleep
For if I die in the fray tomorrow
Those promises I made you, I can’t keep— Ed Greenwood (@TheEdVerse) February 16, 2019