this story of epic proportions is a bard's tail about my brothers adventuring group in D&D and its not finished, but its badass: "Epic of the Silver Wyrm" Ere and lo, you listen to this epic tale of old when dragons ruled the ancient skies and heroes won their gold but heroes they, the very best in all the multiverse to them was to face your death and never the reverse Bane, the first, a brutish minotaur raised alone by a silver wyrm, his fate is in the stars Kamor, the next, cham'pion of vaLOR demons trembled at his might and perished on his sword Eladro, ah! a caster he, in our days of old illithid who'd turned to good, and spoke of eldritch words Beyofor next, a Bronze, intent on serving good was he with lightning breath and sharpest claws and great efficiency and Finally the Silver Wyrm who's name is lost to ages and right unto his violent death his deeds are those of mages these five, Epitome, pillars all of good Tales of tale like Armanal and underdark escapes until that fateful day it was with massive jaws agape the tarresque, fearsome beast, which our heroes now hath slain but not 'fore one of their number, lost unto its reign saddened, mourning, with their loss, they went there seperate ways but again to be united on that epic day Called to defend their sacred ground from a dark incursion to let their brutish friend a sleep without evil perversion that day they held back armies, thousands died beneath their blades for all their strikes and blows were fueled by seething rage and at last they stood alone, alive, on fields of righteous death and a' last their barriers broke and on and on they wept they wept their tears of rage and death, and death and sudden pain they wept for days upon for friends long lost, for Bane then they swore upon their lives ne'er to seperate and for a small part of that one day, each member was elated with renew'd vigor they defended all twas good from honored Sharr to grandest Alt, even to Dreadsong wood but for that day, when their walking fortress stopped when they checked the dusk and the trees oh how they rocked Shell-Mhenk armies grand, marching straight to them and hearts and blades were ready with the anger from within hobgoblins were massacred, they died in droves and scores Icy breath and lightning bolt, eldritch words and roars but hobgoblins kept coming, and they never found respite for Paladins an'honored, fell beneath their evil might and thats all ive got, hope you liked it (( comment ))
