The Saga of the Broken Hawk
Fire and Blood and work of Mung had broken Lopnel's crimson wing,
Of toil and pain and sweat and blood the bards do of Corlis sing,
From Tumeria fair, the jewel of price, the glint of greed in the Overlord's eye,
A good king brought low and plagues and war and stars and omens in the air,
Corlis' band was Cardhu, Querya, and Vochma too,
This band did then encompass Drew,
Three trolls possessed by eldritch powers from a dying world's hours,
An Eye of evil untimely held that offered riches, fame and powers,
The Blasted Mountain was next to meet the arcane power and naked steel,
Corlis and his five did bring to Mung and minions woe and weal,
Demons and devils in concert dark did threaten life and health and heart,
In Gebnick Glade first the purge did start and Moth did make his mark,
Phaedrus fell to darkling riches,
That his soul may rest the party wishes,
A portrait fair of dark demean and something in the space between,
Three artifacts of times more green were hidden in aspect there unseen,
The party took to other realms of shadows and trolls and the gods own mother,
An Old One chained with Corlis spit in its eyes - the party home now older, wiser,
Thunder joined from by-gone days,
He did to gods of Air give praise,
One part recovered, the lesser third, the second lay in lands unheard,
The third, a jewel of great price, brought scarlet from the Lunar world,
The Temple lay in ruin, unrest of Voidling spawn - a Chaos nest,
It did the party's mettle test - it was not clear who was the best,
The demon-spinner with web and will nearly all the party kill,
Slarg did them save with Runes and blood and swallowed oh so bitter pill,
Corlis offered Ichon, a family treasure,
A gift, a blessing without measure,
Drew to new calling did he go,
The Dukes own son did then the party know,
Trails lead where unled go,
Corlis' led to pain and woe - for in his heart an egg did grow,
Inside the very heart of Light was something dark, a blighted night,
Beyond this world's rampart walls comes bloodless, sucking, flying fright,
Thunder's half was to be Bow's whole,
Of Elder secrets Bow did know,
The tower of night and devil fell,
Of terror Corlis' band knew well,
From the wreckage evil streamed,
A humble healer - so she seemed,
Into the Waste the band did travel,
While darkness gathered - Light to unravel,
Cardhu true sacrifice then made,
His praises sung for endless days,
More to the band with longing come,
From many lands - but Issek was the chosen son,
Into the Waste again to East,
With caravan of many beasts,
A friend, a foe from shadow time,
Did aid did help the band to fly,
Within a pustule of molten earth,
The party strove to show its worth,
Gods and liches, wampire, vampire,
This was the party's darkest hour,
Only two stood unabated,
Quer'ya and Corlis - enboldened and in shadows waited,
Heads did fly and the Seed's dread powers,
Brought millenia's dark down in hours,
The second at hand in oblong form,
A sword once held by gods of Storm,
Corlis seeks to heal the wing,
Of might and light and good we sing,
What may follow no man can say,
But for all good souls we pray,
May light and law and life prevail,
Through these days of great travail.
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