His Home is at Sea

I didn't think I'd make a poem after the Beneath the Missing Sea campaign I was in concluded, but here I am.

I cannot promise that this will be any good, but I'm in the mood to create this

There once was a man, born on land

But in his heart he yearned for the sea

For many years he was from a farm

Fearing his dream was not to be

When of age he became, to the coast he ran

Got a job on a ship, tying knots and climbing

And learned how to be a magic man

His spirit was so free, undying

But eventually coin was low, a shame

For his home was at sea

One day...

The mage met up with the axe and the snake

To find a sea that lay empty, dead and baked

Perhaps they would...

Fetch some kegs (the ale must flow)

Wrangle a crab (it's in their name)

Find new comrades (who've left as of now)

Hear prophecies, rumors, and garner some fame.

Rescue an alchemist, who would cure the sea's plague

Don a diving suit, of masterful craft

Slide down a rope into darkness so vague

Blow up a monster that came from a vat

Encounter a lady, most virtuous was she

Climb up pipes into a tower

Kill a wizard (his body lies in what remained of the sea)

Nearly witness the merfolk's divination power

See a dead god, for an important task

Plunge into it's depths to find an egg unsurpassed

In magical power, to bring it all back

Bring it to the merfolk, to set it all right

Witness the sea return, life will return at last

After the predictable drunken and drug fueled revelry, the axe would wander off to enjoy his fame, fortune, and glory

The Snake would return to his homeland with a gem worth more than entire kingdoms.

But ironically, the pyromancer stayed near the sea.

He would give the Sea Speaker's staff found inside the dead god to that wizard's former apprentice, Dalbryn, who he would accompany back to the Sea Speaker's tower.

It contained countless tomes of knowledge, a lifetime's worth and more.

But above all, his home was at sea.

(Also RIP Crab Cakes)