Ozzy's Notes
(To the tune of Gilligans Isle)
Just sit right back and you'll hear a tale,
A take of a fateful trip,
That started from the Stinking Stirge,
With this tiny quip...
The Mate was a lying, conniving man,
Who tricked us to be sure,
If not for the threats of a nameless few,
He would've lost his head,
He would've lost his head...
The journey started getting tough,
the group was being stalked,
by a monster none could name,
revenge was all it sought,
revenge was all it sought...
The heroes set to ground and continued On the Road,
with Aramil,
and Fergus too,
Aarnar Foultounge,
Eileen and Erista,
Walking with the nameless monk...
THE OGRE MUGGING on FAIRHILL ROAD
Corian considers the situation as he refers to the two dead travellers, "They fell in combat, after all, against enemies which far outmatched them."
"They were a bit out of their froggin' league, weren't they ?" he grins horribly at Corian. "Did their best, though ... fair enough we honour them in death. The travellers too, if ye like."
NAMELESS MONK: Death by falling through a roof. 11-16-12
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