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How many Gods are there for Akanon?
Who is it that protects the Gnomes? Defends
Them from those who wish to steal their secrets
Curses those who succeed in doing so?
Filbus wandered in a maddened trance
Wondering at his unexpected misfortune.
Explaining to the palms the peril of his plight
Scraping his knees on immobile rocks.
An adroit gnome named Xiblin found
our hero raving, lips bleeding, on the ground
He took the halfling to his house, fed him
Gave him water and a bed to rest in.
For several days our halfling slept
He dreamt of Yola's Sweetcookie and all
the rest of the whores of Rivervale.
Whom he so fondly visited in his youth
When Filbus awoke, he met with Xiblin.
They held council in the ancient ruins
And Filbus knew this was a cousin to his friend
The esteemed Nibblewitz, the Sorcerer
The one who wields the epic staff
and successfully cast Disintegrate upon the world
He who traverses unimaginable spans of space
While his temporal being remains constant.
There was no doubt, Filbus imagined
For this Xiblin was an arcane scientist himself
A great archaeologist. He had unearthed many
Forgotten remnants of a glorious and bloody past.
Xiblin told Filbus the greatest secret.
He had discovered an ancient combine spire
In the watery depths of the distant South!
He had scribed the map upon his shovel.
Filbus demanded the shovel from Xiblin
He told the gnome that the shovel was the key
to take him to the side of his One True Love
and to deliver him from the Torment of the Gods
But Xiblin denied. “I need the shovel to dig,”
he explained lamely. “I would gladly swap
you for another shovel, if you have one!”
Filbus did not. Xiblin died.