The Campaign: An Epic Verse (Part 1)

(be sure to read the Prologue first)

Nearby town of Glass’s Hallow

Was close to docks. It could not know

Any form of riches because

Ustufas’s great rock sea does

Snap up most. This was poor mine town,

Not even see by raccoons, sound

Only in tough, bread-lacked bodies.

Yet they don’t know that they did please

Our Master, who, as settings fare,

Could find more fitting ones nowhere.

These peasants grumble for some gold,

Yet have not changed from days of old

So that Solus could start off right.

She arrived from her terrible night

Shaken by loss of guiding man,

But pleased by his old gold in hand…

A silent tavern stop was first,

And with some cheap ale to quench thirst

She pondered in that makeshift hall

Maned by one man, who had served all

Drinks and food each busy-all day.

Now here’s where Our Lord has his say

In Solus’s direction. His

Quest needs chosen giver, and ‘tis

The great luck of Hasim Lamont

To lure Solus by what she wants

The most. He approached splintered stool

Of Solus (still pondering about ghouls).

He readied his tongue of silver,

And, on his approach, she said

“Fuck off.”

Most brilliant reader, you’d know

How this could anger The Lord so.

And though He knows this trope trick was

Overused in grand tales, because

Both Hasim and Master had no

Chance to move on, Hasim did go

And use magic (forbid’n in town)

To summon “Orb of Acid” down

On the face of Solus afar

To begin a fight in the bar.

A quick Solus pulled arrows out

As disgruntled folk ran about

Angry, yet scared, to see magic,

Some because acid made them sick.

Two shots from her bow did hit arm

Of Lamont before guards, alarmed

By the panic, told them to lay

Down weapons. They complied. Then, away

To Mayor Alea they were

Dragged. Mayor lifted head, said, “Sir,

You’ve used magic again. Do not

Deny… you’re charged for this a lot.

As for you, mam, what brings you here?”

“I came to Ustufas to search for my daughter. Oh please let me go… it was this man who started the fight, I had nothing to do with it!”

Master did grow sick of her lies

And treachery, but could not rise

To tell Alea the whole truth.

One thumb out of its place, one tooth

Stuck where it could not belong would

Tell Solus, ‘Master’s here.” It could

Destroy his whole experiment.

Mayor pardoned, so off she went,

Away from a town plagued by beasts

She’d fight (in the plan) and feast

On later with common people.

But off she walked, and plan went null.

Glass’s Hollow would suffer sins

For this: the quest that could have been.