Fate Bound in Chains

The Owlbear

Zetkin displays her creative (and childish) side.

Today was quite long. And quite sorrowful as well. But tonight as I sit by the fire, I remember an old tale my father read to me every night before I slept. And I can’t help but sort of twist the story into the events that proceeded today…

Twas sunup and the tavern beckoned

The Grey Thicket pleaded for aid

All mimsy was the old man’s stature

Death where forest once played


“Beware the Owlbear my friends!

The beak that bites, the claws that scratch!

Beware the piercing scream, and shun

the predators of the patch!”


We took our swords and shields in hand

A clearing in the woods we sought.

But then we see a dwarf in a tree

And apply the moss we brought.


And as in silent thought we stood.

The owlbear with screams of flame

Came charging in while kengku’s,

Lead a cockatrice with a chain.


One, two! One, two! And through and through!

The owlbear was cut in half!

But with it’s head, Narsus is dead.

May Avandra help him back.


“And hast thou slain the owlbear?

Please accept our beamish coins!

Grey Thicket is saved! Callooh! Callay!

The old man sang in joy.


Twas sunup and the tavern beckoned

The Grey Thicket pleaded for aid

All mimsy was the old man’s stature

Death where forest once played.


Okay, I know I should probably leave the poetry to Mertoid but I couldn’t resist. I also probably shouldn’t be joking in the wake of our friend Narsus’ death. I think I know someone who can bring him back though. Someone nearby. Maybe he can once again read this tale to me before I sleep.

Until next time… Love, Zetkin Severine Trix~

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