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Post by Admin on Mar 28, 2022 16:49:14 GMT
And so it came to pass that after the great battle with the goblin forces on the shores of their wasted island, the aloof and worthless Argalan the "Wise" wandered off into the blasted landscape, never to be seen again.
Conversation arose over the fires of our campsite as the hours passed without his return. The question left unspoken was certainly a telling sign: did any of the brave adventurers truly care?
So endeth the story of the washed-up druid, fool of Grandish, weasel of Weton, oaf of Oak Tree Island. May his many names never be forgotten so the children of Grandish shall not repeat his many follies.
The following number was composed by Krikor Xenos, Bard of Trebizond, in honor of his "friend", Argalan the "Wise":
Ye wandering fool, ye blithering idiot, a’where did ye go? A question wise left unanswered for found ye shall confound! The sage of stupidity, the professor of tomfoolery, Oh ye astute ass of all sagacious insufficiencies. Wander fer’ever ye jester of the wastes. May the wolves find ye bleached white bones studying the stars above As the goblins dance where your last buffoonery delighted no one Ye wandering fool, ye blithering idiot, a’where did ye go?
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