Crater's Chaotic Cauldron

Adventuring On

2020-09-28

Field Notes

Commentary

A true poet practices his craft across many forms and styles so as to stretch and flex her creative muscles. One must always be seeking growth, lest one's creative roots wither and die. For this week's retelling, I opted to express our adventure in the form of haiku. Each is a snapshot of a instant in time during our adventure. A word picture. An entire novel condensed down into 17 syllables. A lifetime expressed through a moment. If one closes their eyes after each stanza, one can clearly see the epic mural contained within.

Retelling

Purple, red, and pink Cloudy cauldron of chaos Melange of magic Juniper and Mugs Gather sample from crater Disaster ensues Junispider soars Landing hard, vial breaking Juice gets in her arm Mugs feels so hungry Dirt looks irresistible Succumbs to soil snack Hoj and Fenn scouting Many things dead or transformed Crater is suspect Regrouping we talk Perhaps we should leave right now Mugs and I think not Mage hands united Mugs and I get a sample Mugs grows some fangs Countless spectral eyes As they gaze at me, I dance Putting on the Ritz Toss a coin as thanks Crater coughs up fire bolt Pyrotechnic friend Doctor Fenn detects Transmutation in Druid Selene is concerned Panthniper is changed Extra legs plus tentacles Change is exhausting Return to Rampart Hoj makes rope, Will explores healing I dry a fine gourd Vale learns swords with Hoj Will seeks roots, Selene learns spells Busy building skills Rampart sheds tenants Taking flight into wilds Seeking what they lost We report journey To Captain Zakaria She seems unimpressed Report to Serpentwind Large mound of Mayo on bench "I've figured it out!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!11!@1!!!!!"