Fighting Trees...


It was on the 13th of Menelya, out by TelRuid's tavern,
That we first heard the rumors of this reaper caravan.
There had been a party, or so said local lore,
They'd run into some walking trees, out by Minoc's shores.

There were fighting trees, those reapers o'er the road,
Waving branches all around us, behind us spells were told,
And as they beat upon us, that bespelled evil wood,
The forces of our land did rally, to defend that which was good.

We were not discouraged, we were set to fight,
But we had drunk two gallons of the finest wine last night.
Our Priest was all disheveled, Lady Veil was probably the same,
And the elves who traveled with us were too drunk to know their names.

The trees they got the horses, and sometimes even more,
But we were resolute, we'd even up that score.
We finally woke our wizard, yes he would make them pay!
But he made a big mistake when he mumbled spells that day.

There were fighting trees, those reapers o'er the road,
Waving branches all around us and behind us spells were told,
And as they beat upon us, that bespelled evil wood,
The forces of our land did rally, to defend that which was good.

Our fireballs misfired, our lightning missed its mark,
And some of our party found itself encased in total dark.
We tried to light the way right then - an An Corp for the soul,
We would not leave this hopeless fight, until we all were whole!

Our fighters bravely battled out, but it was all for naught
For we had not the measure of the monsters that we fought.
Twas our bard that finally saved us, for I can do no wrong.
I finally got them running when I belted out this song.