Poem to a Rakshasa

[kiralon]

One of my play groups have come across a Rakshasa of discerning eye and impeccable tastes, and rather than fighting him decided to enthrall him with entertaining expressions instead.
This was my players War with word and wit, and i thought it deserved to be here (Hi nate).





A Tale of Magic, Honour, and Power.

That is not dead which may eternal lie,
And in strange Æons, even death may die.
-Hermæs Parvus Lovecraft

The Tale of Magic, Honour, and Requiem.

Born in bed and now they dwell,
Here and there--as if under spell.
They held a fate they knew not well,
Though, now supplicate in deep dark hell.

Myst did drive them further on,
To Old Timiro they had gone,
When Pumpkin Lord – Madness-borne --
Did call attention to hell-spawn.

They took Gæleth down to Hades,
And when Laker did so see these--
Demons and unholy deities--
He took one look, wrote off the book,
And went off to live with some ferries.

That, he should of done,
But as if compelled for your fun,
He made a new friend,
Took one look around the bend,
And promptly set off again.

Aware of a sinister plot,
That he would be spurned if forgot,
Laker made way to the port,
Where pub and company made good sport.

For now he did require ,
A ship and a crew for hire,
Though no money he had,
So he said something mad,
And danced till the whole bar tired.

In good company he set off,
10 good men went to the wharf,
Yet, he did not get far,
For an ogre with a great steel bar,
Did knock out the unlucky dwarf.

Awoken with an oar in his hands,
Him and Magellan began to understand,
That the future would be bleak,
If they could not again stand on their feet.

Then, all of a sudden,
As if blessed by some angel from heaven,
The slaves did so stand,
Shook the chains from their hands,
And ran—every last man.

At least, that should have happened,
Yet, curiosity did so trap them,
That when they reached the deck,
They were bound to check,
The pirate captain’s cabin.

Inside they did so find,
A fair lady in a bind,
Potions and scrolls in the wall,
And a Genie’s lantern as well.

In defence of the lady, Magellan would die,
Though, our dwarven compatriot would survive,
And with a snap of a twig--
Like some ungrateful pig--
The woman’s teleportation she did contrive.

Two friends tallied had met Old Death,
And yet, Laker still drew breath,
With it, he wished a friend back from the earth,
For Gæleth’s now third birth.

Grateful was the elf,
Who had seen his immortal self,
Torn limb from limb,
On a demon’s whim,
A memory that would forever scar him.

A quest for kings blood did entail,
Oh, they left quite a bloody trail,
Which was when they found a third friend;
Probably doomed to some unlucky end.

The three, they did as thus,
In Old Timiro they kicked up a fuss,
Teleported to a ley line,
Did not call they fæs, “fine”,
And ended up backwards in time.

In the future they did all see,
Though, besides Gæleth there is no memory,
Millions, billions, and trillions,
Of the Old One’s serpent-like minions.

It seemed a good deal like snake hell,
And required the genie’s greatest spell,
Though now they were doomed,
Incased and entombed,
In how Palladium’s History shall tell.

For through no signed document of theirs,
--Their signatures no record bares--
But, Lictalon would say any day,
That they keep the serpent men at bay.

For 30 moons they had,
Before they are to be dragged back,
To that forever cursed stadium,
To decide the end of Palladium.

- Gæleth Vitros
(Soon to be dead, with dice rolling in his head)

[Reagren Wright]

If he did this during the adventure I'd have to reward 150 experience for subduing the monster. 100 for clever idea. And a bonus 150 for playing in character.

[kiralon]

I only mentioned that I would give a bonus to the writing and public speaking skills if he actually had something to say and he chronicled their adventures to date. I was impressed.
I'll probably reward him with a magic item too.