(out of character goggles)- This is an attempt at writing an epic poem from my last DnD session. You can read a little about that on the other post here. It’s in iambic pentameter, though some of the iambs are backwards.
And lo, Raugar took to the Inn, Plain Sight.
In a corner sat a weary hobbit.
Glokendal the halfling spake he, in need
My brewery, my home, infested. Bugs?
And so off went Raugar and his two squires.
The mountain flanked by foothills, his servants
He sent one to check the windows, shuttered
The other, he was sent to check the door.
But our hero must do it all himself
Bust through the wall; the hole he made. What beast!
Cobwebs and dust, empty barrels about
The mountain found his way downstairs; they flew.
The mountain and his servants, down the stairs.
Into a trap, a trap most foul, I say
A trap most foul indeed. Raugar shouted
For on the walls were beats- insects. Massive!
Twenty or more they were; their legs, hundreds
Zenkar, the Mountain’s thrall dashed to the shadow
Only hiding from the horde of terror
What then could Raugar do, honor binding?
He called to the gods, each- damn these creatures!
Raugar and the wizard Beilot, beset
Hammer blessed by the gods, striking justice
And brave Beilot, arcane fountain, though small.
The two cut through the foul creatures- and yet
Through a crevice the enemy escaped
Beilot, Zenkar and the Mountain pursued.
The demon’s corpse, roasted on the tile floor
An old puzzle or curse was set before
This narrow hall could be Raugar’s own tomb.
Dragon’s breath came billowing forth when sprung.
The Mountain put his war hammer aside
To stroke his beard and quietly observe
Ah ha, at last thought he. Dwarven clockwork!Answers lie in the words inscribed in stone
Raugar’s mighty thinking saved our heroes.
Open before them a cavern most grand
Boiling magma- a sore on Earth’s rock crust
And with giant spiders spinning their webs
Each one the size of an oxcart. Bigger!
The wretched imps with fangs like steel daggers
Plunging from the ceiling of the cavern
Zenkar was bit, Beilot ensnared- ill fate.
The Mountain called again to his gods: Bless me
And not today shall we meet, my sovereigns.
Bless me, avenge Glokendal the half-man.
Let not the Mountain fall into the dark
The wicked vermin surrounded Raugar
And climbed up his arms and legs, fangs showing
Raugar leaped up in the vast cave of fire
And the gods heed his honorable prayers
His hammer shone bright gold with holy light
And he drove it deep, deep into the queen
The queen of all spiders below the Earth
And as she was smote, our hero reached down
To pull his companions off the ledge
Zenkar, Beilot, holding on by a thread
The mountain took the spider queen’s corpse
And made a loyal pet of her young brood
His honorable companion and friend
That still accompanies him to this day
Stuff Cam Wrote 