Mugs' Muffin Madness

Adventuring On

2020-08-18

Retelling

We handed off the artifacts And asked if we could all go nap She told us that we certainly could And that the job we did was good We headed straight to the bar And discussed all that we knew so far We had some pizza with cut potato Then to our houses we did go Taking a pinecone, dear, sweet Will Thought she’d give Juniper a thrill A fishtail within the ‘cone she placed And in melted coins it was encased At the chime of the morning bells We all met at the Citadel Into the Teal Room did we sashay To hear what the Law Master might say He’d brought a muffin, perhaps from home While we had not even a single scone Sweet Mugs, sensing our hunger pangs, Made with stealth and left the gang She set off to procure some muffins And disguised herself to do some bluffin She found a cache of delicious pastries But in her seizing them was hasty The Master of Coin called her out Her assumed identity in doubt Quickly in trouble Mugs had landed Benthey had caught her bread handed Why the stealing, he must know? “I simply wanted muffins to go” Benthey seemed to be impressed But asked the matter be redressed To the Room of Teal Mugs was hauled Selene found her and was appalled Selene claimed Mugs was an errant sis And asked Mugs’ stealing be dismissed Benthey saw through the charade And laughed off the whole escapade He let us go, which left us thrilled “But next time I will send a bill” We set off to a hideaway Where Saladbar had once stayed The guard had come and tossed the place But now our group was on the case We searched the place high and low Even into the privy we did go We found some broaches that transformed And cloth for secret cult uniforms Hoj found a hollow wall Which opened up into a hall Where Saladbar had self-trained In ancient arts that were arcane He had researched anti-magic The results of which, we know, were tragic To become a lich also seemed his goal But didn’t reveal where he placed his soul He had a whole cache of reports From the Expeditionary Force Scouting out three different sites To where Saladbar might take flight We’d told the guards of our find And hoped backup wasn’t far behind A troop of soldiers did arrive But said we wouldn’t leave alive