The Lays of the Thirteen Claws League - Session 94

       Our last session was Thursday (2021/04/15). This is another sort-of-IC retrospective by Bert, the party's thief locksmith-turned-bard. Bert himself pulled a sicky, so that his player could try out a new character, Anubesia of Ultioch, for the fight with the lich. I give +1 character point (XP) for those players who submit a summary for me to post here on the blog. 

    The Lays of the Thirteen Claws League

Canto 8:

Part 6: 

In the morning my fever broke I was
free: but my visions they, strangely, remained;
and in my heart I knew this was because
all my dear friends had withstood the sustained
assaults of the lichess and had refrained
from disarray nor flight: battered and tossed
by battle their formation was maintained
by courage, honour, loyalty: at a cost:
until poor berserk Hemmu in the mist got lost.

So, Yvor cried out for the them to regroup
they couldn’t see their chief but they could hear
him, and so his proud voice rallied the troop
and drew them to him so they could stand near
each other, shielding each other from fear
and threat, like they’d stood together before
but the Foe used sight advantage to steer
herself to the party’s weak spot once more
where she began to burn Warian on the floor.

But Yvor heard and stepped over with his shield
protecting the wounded monk from murder:
barely standing, the knight still would not yield
he blocked her blows then took the fight to her
and he managed to drive the foe further
from his friends, but, then,  at that dramatic
moment the Lichess began to murmur
a foul spell: yet another traumatic
vision gripped Yvor, thanks to the Lich’s magick.

The Holy Warrior joined Yvor’s fight
with the walking corpse in the corridor
while it danced into and out of their light
with a sword and flame in two of its four
arms and both found that they could not score
a hit on it: they were at an impasse.
Meanwhile, wild Hemmu, in the mist, got more 
lost: she could hear her foe fight but alas
could not find it to vent her rage on, the poor lass.

Lady Miao stood guard over the fallen
companions, lest the lichess returned
to continue her slaughter of those men
    – through the battle the cat woman had learned
to beware the lich’s jumps: though she yearned
to fight, she did her duty all the while
and stood by her true friends who had each earned
her loyalty.  She crouched, in a crab walk style,
to ease their defence she dragged them into a pile. 

The clash of arms thundered
Sounding the knell

So, the Lichess itself was now at bay
the paladin and the knight both fought true
so the beast sought to stay out of their way
in the mist and the dark it was hard to
run it down, but they did all they could do
to deliver the win when there was a bang
which heralded the return of Hemmu
she’s found the lich and the air itself sang
as her hammer against metal skin made a clang!

The clash of arms thundered
Sounding the knell
Living and dead were sundered
Summoned to Hell

Anubesia threw away caution
and charged all out to join with her berserk
friend to claim her holy right’s due portion
of the kill – it is good to share the work -
the thing was anathema to her kirk.
Meanwhile, Lady Miao decided the hour
had come to finally wipe off the smirk
on the foe’s face and cause her to cower:
three women versus the lich: slain by girl power!

The clash of arms thundered
Sounding the knell
Living and dead were sundered
Summoned to Hell
This is how The Lich Marquessa fell.

Gahrol – near death herself – landed a strike
the blows were landing, beginning to tell
Adam Aesalor completed his own hike
through the mist and cast his mightiest spell
the paladin then threw her spear as well
and Miao Miao tried to cut off the foe’s arms.
One of its legs crippled, it nearly fell.
No more column of fire came from is palms:
Clearly the fiend was running out of magick charms.

The clash of arms thundered
Sounding the knell
Living and dead were sundered
Summoned to Hell
This is how The Lich Marquessa fell.

Now spearless, Anubesia’s sickle
cut through ribs and Miao’s fine magickal sword
    – reliable for her in this fickle
world – which had cut through the foul undead horde
conducted us to this song’s final chord.
Amid Hemmu’s hammer’s loud percussion
Mr. Stabby sang and arranged and scored
the final note – striking with precision
bringing the self-willed unlife to its conclusion. 

The clash of arms thundered
Sounding the knell
Living and dead were sundered
Summoned to Hell
This is how The Lich Marquessa fell.

This is how The Lich Marquessa fell.

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