Filbus was to wed the great Grumphilda
She of such great beauty and musculature
A beard like a hammer! An ass like an ox!
They had made the necessary courtship
Filbus had sent the thousand head of goblin
And she had returned forty dozen ogre tongues
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Our hero, Filbus, the Blade of the Vale
Conqueror of Runnyeye Citadel
Slayer of the Efreeti Lord Djarn
et. al, made his way accordingly.
He ran from the Vale through Kithicor
And over the glades of the West Commonlands
It was nighttime by the time he saw
the horrors of the Tunnel.
But what! Filbus exclaimed to himself
We have only just killed the Avatar of Thule!
What beast now ravages these pleasant plains?
And he drew close to the scene...
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Filbus felt the sweats hit him hard
He uncorked a few dozen bottles of mead
to take off the bite, so to speak..
There was something terribly familiar at play.
He sorted through the pulped corpses
Could smell the shit of death roasted in their pants
Each waft tightened around his spine
The hand of Fear was at work.
Bristlebane, O Bristlebane, my liege!
Answer me, Answer me!! What is this??
But Bristlebane was silent. Filbus left to sweat.
The halfling had fallen too far to the ways of fear.