H-land
Seapony Tears and Provolone
The saddest death I've ever died
Was as a bird bard, trapped inside
A cave without the room to fly.
And in our party, although I
Cared most about getting outside,
Our holy warrior, ever wise,
Refused to cede a prisoner
(Who I really did care nothing for)
To guides who'd show us to the light.
And so, he made us stand and fight.
My birdy bard was rather frail,
And trapped inside that earthen jail
Of caverns where wings could not work
He was beheaded by an orc.
At minus twenty-one HP,
There really was no hope for me.
Though he'd lived a life quite fine,
Filled with songs, journeys and wine*,
Right there, it came to a sharp end
That none of our magic could mend**.
*Oh, how he loved his wine.
**We were hoping to fix that before our game fell apart, though...
Was as a bird bard, trapped inside
A cave without the room to fly.
And in our party, although I
Cared most about getting outside,
Our holy warrior, ever wise,
Refused to cede a prisoner
(Who I really did care nothing for)
To guides who'd show us to the light.
And so, he made us stand and fight.
My birdy bard was rather frail,
And trapped inside that earthen jail
Of caverns where wings could not work
He was beheaded by an orc.
At minus twenty-one HP,
There really was no hope for me.
Though he'd lived a life quite fine,
Filled with songs, journeys and wine*,
Right there, it came to a sharp end
That none of our magic could mend**.
*Oh, how he loved his wine.
**We were hoping to fix that before our game fell apart, though...