To the depths we roamed,
With blades and spells neat,
Krich, Kai and Aelcar,
And a druid mystique.
What was planned to be,
A meeting in a good mood,
But fate is ever fickle,
For we faced a Queen and her naga brood.
Tense I was,
About venturing low,
But the druid cast his Art,
For movement and breathing below.
To the depths we plunged,
A rare sight to see,
Through ruins and sea animals,
And kelp to the knee.
We approached the naga guard,
Who towered over us all,
Spears and spells at the ready,
To give doom should we appall.
But Aelcar was elegant,
In his master of speech,
Soon we were walking through the home,
With numbers of naga within reach.
We were asked to soothe the Queen,
And keep her forces from land,
The Queen did agree,
If only we lend a hand.
She tested our skill,
With her denizens of the sea,
Kraken and naga and vermin,
But we stood strong and did not flee.
A truce was made,
Between the group,
Then the ship hit the floor,
And shook our troupe..
Betrayer! Spy! Liar!
The Queen accused us of,
We prepared for battle,
For a worthy cause.
If it would save Ulgoth,
Your peaeful village beset by strife,
I would willingly do that,
To save an Ulgoth’s life.
The boom echoed for miles,
Enhanced by the ocean sound,
It wasn’t until a few moments,
That the undead did abound.
Naga, and human and Elf,
We battled side by side,
To stave of this scourge,
That the ghost ship did provide.
Hundreds of ghouls and zombies,
Attacked the naga home,
We were tried and beat,
But let not slip a single moan.
For the trust had to be regained,
From the naga Queen,
When the dust finally settled,
The ocean floor once again looked pristine.
Somewhat satisfied,
With the nervous victory,
The Queen agreed to hold her forces,
And not make history.
As fast as our legs could move,
We made our way out,
To the land of sky and sunshine,
With nary a pout.
We returned to Ulgoth’s,
And met the crew who sank the ship,
But only to be met with more undead,
Who fell to the blade tip.
It was a sight for me,
Indeed it was my first,
The irony of it,
Was that I had thirst!
So rest easy this night children,
For this battle has been won,
But if you do not be good in your ways,
The Naga Queen will come!
-Penned and recited by the elf Kaienrai, that eve, to the children of Ulgoth’s Beard, around the campfire.
The old ship creaked and shifted under the pressure of the kraken wrapping it's long suckered tentacles around it's mass, squeezing and pulling it into the deep. Hastily a gem was places into a slot on the top of the chest emanating darkness and necromancy, as the floor around those gathered began to fill with water. With the chest neutralized, the large lid was opened revealing an ancient sword within, reflecting brilliantly the bit of light still found within the room. As a hand met the resting blade to lift it from it's prison, electricity erupted around it's length and an intense blue hue flooded their sight as the sword stirred to life once more.
