Session 1

[Verse 1] In a tavern dim, where the beer was thin, Four strangers met with a purpose grim. A cleric bold, a monk so wise, A barbarian loud, and a druid in disguise. They clinked their mugs, exchanged a glance, “We’ll find these kids—if we get the chance.” The barkeep burped, the floorboards creaked, Outside, a kobold squad just squeaked. [Chorus] Ohhh the stakes are high, the ale is low, The kids are lost where dark winds blow. With jokes and jabs and weapons drawn, They quest through dusk to reach the dawn. [Verse 2] The cleric teased, with righteous sass, Mocking kobolds with a touch of class. One hissed back—so full of spite, Now he’s their mascot, day and night. Then off they marched to bugbear bliss, A gnome and beast in wedded kiss. “Follow the rumors,” said the pair, "Where shadows stretch and eyes do stare." [Chorus] Ohhh the path is weird, the cause is just, They journey on through sewer dust. With snark and spells and justice loud, They track the whispers through the crowd. [Bridge] Through the slums they crept, all cloaked and grim, Till feathers ruffled on a shadowed whim. A crow-like dame with eyes of night, A blind librarian—a strange delight. “Set up your stakeout, do it well, But be prepared—there’s more to tell.” With books around and shadows near, The children’s cries they strain to hear. [Final Chorus] Ohhh the heroes odd, the tale askew, A motley band with hearts so true. One kobold grins, the crow does caw, As fate prepares its final draw… [Outro – spoken solemnly] So here begins what legends write, Of fools and fire and creeping night. And should they fall or rise again… Well, that depends on the dice, my friend.