The Sorceress, amidst her troupe, set horrors upon, an adventuring group, causing terror, causing pain, knowing she would always reign, until this group of adventurers came. The goblins fell unto their swords, the harpies fell like broken boards, from a siege. The trolls burned a deep sea blue, from fireballs, and magic, their death almost tragic. The dragons sped toward their foe, ballistas shot, those giant bows, and die and fall, the dragons did. The sorceress herself was chained, by magic bonds, her power was lain, to sleep, until she left.