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Summary: This is a song/poem I wrote for my bard character. The story behind the song involves a Gnome who transformed cat feces into Platinum coins. By the time to coins changed backed into their original form the Gnome was long gone. He narrowly escaped at Waterdeep. Until he encountered our party's Orc Barbarian that is. The Gnome's situation was created by the game master.
A Tricky Little Gnome He Was
There once was a Gnome
who a few months ago
decided to play a trick.
It was quite clever,
yet a short endeavor,
and the spell wore off quite quick.
He would make cat droppings
into something nice and sparkling;
all with the flip of his wrist.
The Platinum was splendid,
but others could not spend it
putting the Gnome at risk.
And by the time merchants found out
the Gnome had fled town,
and could not be tracked at all.
It seemed as if all was lost,
but one day the Gnome pissed someone off,
and barely escaped with his life.
The Gnome finally met his demise
from an Orc in disguise,
and eventually the peasants rejoiced.
For they learned the Gnomes story
and thought him to be sordid
due to his Platinum betrayal.
So the moral of this song
is not to transmute dung
into a monetary material.
Summary: This is a song/poem I wrote for my bard character. The story behind the song involves a Gnome who transformed cat feces into Platinum coins. By the time to coins changed backed into their original form the Gnome was long gone. He narrowly escaped at Waterdeep. Until he encountered our party's Orc Barbarian that is. The Gnome's situation was created by the game master.
A Tricky Little Gnome He Was
There once was a Gnome
who a few months ago
decided to play a trick.
It was quite clever,
yet a short endeavor,
and the spell wore off quite quick.
He would make cat droppings
into something nice and sparkling;
all with the flip of his wrist.
The Platinum was splendid,
but others could not spend it
putting the Gnome at risk.
And by the time merchants found out
the Gnome had fled town,
and could not be tracked at all.
It seemed as if all was lost,
but one day the Gnome pissed someone off,
and barely escaped with his life.
The Gnome finally met his demise
from an Orc in disguise,
and eventually the peasants rejoiced.
For they learned the Gnomes story
and thought him to be sordid
due to his Platinum betrayal.
So the moral of this song
is not to transmute dung
into a monetary material.