Well anyway, my Holy Piece, upon my chest it heaves.
Swinging wildly like a maiden’s…ahem…sleeves,
I turn thee corrupt foul beasts.
Begone from my gates with thy rotten foul teeth!
Ah, there goes the wild dwarf Kron, come join me now, we must go that way.
What was it that the wise fighting monks say?
I think they say…Feng Shway!
It means to clear a path so that we can flow freely.
So, chop that way, and Feng Shway!
The wizard cackles and light doth sparkle and crackle.
Emmer that friend of mine doth call those strangling vines, and they strangle!
The sun rises, men cheer.
See? We have nothing to fear.
Hurrah! I join you in cheer.
There is only one problem that makes me frown.
Undead return each night to assault the town.
Slowly their numbers grow, and it is clear.
I understand now what the townsfolk fear.
Even though my sword arm has no peer.
I can only do so much, although I’m unmatched in lands distant or near.
And so, we set out to learn what caused this unrest.
Seeking The Book of the Unholy where it was last known to rest.
To the Temple of Corruption, we must go, counting every hour.
While our fair city is ravaged by those that devour!