The Campaign: An Epic Verse (Part 3)

But I cannot deny the wails

That He emits when chosens fail

So badly at a simple task;

For we list’ners can see the mask

Put on these traps so they seem hard,

But dangerous words are just bards’

Tools, when Our Lord designs these traps

So His heroes can dodge, in naps,

Their blades. She should not have died here.

With this, Master asked time to clear

His frizzled head and departed

From company. Alone, he said,

“This is why my quests should have more

Involved so it’s not wrecked so. For

Now I must think quick.” He looked a-

Round his compact palace, at the

Rich, flimsy paintings, at figures

Muscled, at books of rules for us,

At mammoth pencils. “What a fuss

It was to get Solus to play!”

He pondered on that plane you may

Enter if your vitality

Drops below needed number. He

Summoned an asking device to

Determine what he now should do.

Its screen did read, “Here are the rules

To act as a ghost player.” Jewels,

Moon-sized, could not express how joyed

He was! Back to game He’s deployed.