Journey to Ruin

Adventuring On

2020-08-03

Field Notes

Retelling

We woke long before the sun And once our breakfasting was done We lined our pockets with breads and meats And said goodbye to Rampart's streets With cartography tools in my hands We ventured out to explore the lands We sneaked, we survived, I sang a song We found ourselves trampled before too long Eventually we came upon some rubble And readied ourselves to find some trouble We descended down some stairs so dim That few of us could see within We'd entered into a giant hive With bugs who sought to eat us alive We fought them off with hardly a scratch Those insects had truly met their match We moved onto another room And found a hole in all that gloom Mugs and Vale tumbled down The rest safely reached the ground We found an odd poem on the wall And without consulting us at all Juniper touched it with her bloody mitt And a copy her came out of it Mugs gave the copy an innocent poke And the darn thing nearly broke Poor Mugs' head with its quarterstaff Which gave us anything but a laugh