Our Band Buys a Bunch

Adventuring On

2020-11-23

Retelling

We left friend Baraxus to go explore town After that long discussion we all felt quite down We pondered our fate and how we could flee And seemed to all opt for retail therapy A district of merchants is what we all found Some of us split up to go look around Rys came upon a purveyor of art The kind that made drawings upon body parts "Group tats!" Rys had shouted to all of his friends But only enticed a handful at the end Lyrad and Juniper and also he Were the only ones willing to go on this spree Fenn was upset at his friends' quest for ink "If you pay with souls coins I'll tell you that you stink" We said not to worry as he walked away And we asked the artist how much we should pay We bargained and haggled and came to a cost Of gems and gold pieces and a skill would be lost Rys opted to trade his bag piping skill For some new body art that would give him a thrill Juniper opted to get both arms done Giving her powers with which she'd have fun Her thorns and good berry sleeve gave Eldrich Claws Her coral sleeve's Coiling Grasp would give enemies pause Lyrad's ensnarrow inspired her art And so she had Coiling Grasp inked on her parts Masquerade ended up etched on Rys' scales "5-7-5" read the ink 'bove his tail But tattoos were not all that was bought that day For the rest of the party had wandered away Vale traded some swords and a cloak and some gold For a magic crossbow both heavy and old Fenn and Selene went to seek out more spells There were new things to learn in this one of nine hells They managed to trade in the books that they had For a new set of magic that seemed awfully rad For some magical arrows, Will traded some hair And the memory of how it came into her care Hoj wondered around and morned for his soul "I must seek revenge upon those who stole" "We'll kidnap somebody and use them for trade" "For my soul" is the plan that our Paladin made It seemed to us though his essence was removed His sense of propriety had not improved Fenn read over his collection of spells And one of them turned out to ring a few bells "Your soul's in a jar?" he asked of our friend "If so when we break it, the spell's power ends" "Let's go and smash it" Hoj boldly declared "Hold up, maybe we should first be more prepared" "Let's organize crime and build up our power" "Then twist these guys' arms" he proclaimed with a glower "These devils, these things, they are nothing to me" "But obstacles between my poor soul and me" "They're all quite unjust so their lives are forfeit" "If we had empty soul coins, I'd trap quite a bit" "Now I'm off to go contact my lost deity" "I'm going to meditate, don't bother me" Hoj sauntered off and sat facing a wall And none of us tried to disturb him at all We chatted a bit just amongst ourselves While into his innermost-self Hoj did delve He felt something tug at a lost memory And he held fast to it to see what it might be It started off with the sound of Hoj's feet Beating upon Rampart's miles of streets He was chasing a pickpocket all over town For hours they ran till the scoundrel went down Hoj went to capture the bedraggled thief But he saw in his quarry a worn look of grief "Have mercy" the culprit begged to his captor And asked to keep that which he unlawfully procured Something about this poor urchin hit Hoj His stern sense of justice was slightly dislodged In a land full of plenty, why would someone steal? Hoj's plan of detention lost some of its zeal And so came back dear Hoj's first memory Of who he once was and who he might be What he would do next was all up to him Whether it would be pleasant or if it'd be grim