Stumbling Through Town Square

It started as a simple stroll through Town Square Central’s streets, With Lorminstra’s will to guide me, and my mission to complete. But fate had planned a jest for me, as I marched with holy might, I stubbed my toe on an amulet [evil laugh] and yelped in startled fright! Oh, I tried, I truly tried, to keep my balance there, But the goddess must’ve chuckled as I tumbled through town square. I cackled when I hit the ground, my dignity undone, For a cleric’s life’s not graceful, but [evil laugh] oh, it’s fun! My head met a wooden shield with a resonating thud, I saw stars and cackled loudly as I rose up from the mud. “Lorminstra, grant me mercy!” I cried to the open skies, Yet a snort escaped my lips [evil laugh] and tears filled my eyes. Oh, I tried, I truly tried, to keep my balance there, But the goddess must’ve chuckled as I tumbled through town square. I cackled when I hit the ground, my dignity undone, For a cleric’s life’s not graceful, but [evil laugh] oh, it’s fun! Just as I stood steady, a broadsword blocked my path, Ochre and sharp, it sent me flying [evil laugh] oh, the aftermath! I flailed like a whirlwind, my robes a tangled mess, But through it all, I laughed aloud [evil laugh] what a blessed distress! The townsfolk gawked and giggled as I crawled on hands and knees, Muttering, “Lorminstra, guide me, through trials such as these!” Though battered, bruised, and weary, my faith remained intact, And every cackle echoed forth as proof of that one fact. Oh, I tried, I truly tried, to keep my balance there, But the goddess must’ve chuckled as I tumbled through town square. I cackled when I hit the ground, my dignity undone, For a cleric’s life’s not graceful, but [evil laugh] oh, it’s fun! So here’s my grand confession, of my bumbling, holy plight, I may not walk with elegance, but I cackle through the night. For even in my clumsiness, Lorminstra lights my way, I'm Morandas the Cackling Cleric, and I cackle all bloody day! So here’s my grand confession, of my bumbling, holy plight, I may not walk with elegance, but I cackle through the night. For even in my clumsiness, Lorminstra lights my way, I'm Morandas the Cackling Cleric, and I cackle all bloody day!