The party spend one final night to gather their steel, but the warpriest is distracted by cuddles from zeal
She also raises the body of the gnome to undeath, no wonder her parents see her and lose their breath
The dragonwrought gathers knowledgeable locally, to his odd inquires they choose to say little vocally
The spirit made flesh learned more about his magic ring, with a dragons soul it is more than bling
Come the dawn they set out to speak to the forest hermit, she gave them knowledge of the local forest spirit
To the lord of the forest they would pay their respects, of the monsters they are hunting he provided aspects
The drum of hooves told the bard that he was not alone, centaurs wander the forest like a summer foehn
There is one last spirit they wish well to meet, the monsters from beyond may soon hear their coming feet
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11/10/20