At a crossroads in a field of heather.

Four unlikely heroes came together.

They didn't know what compelled them down this path.

In this land torn by the Sky Lord's wrath.

A paladin who had forsaken his God,

A thief who was a little odd,

A wizard who had sold his soul.

and a satyr made the party whole.

One approached with caution, another with swagger,

One danced a jig, one palmed a dagger

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The satyr said "A vision was given to me.

What say the rest of thee?"

The wizard stopped his swaggering stride.

"I have felt the geas" he replied

"Aye" said the thief in a voice steeped in sultry sin

"I have felt the summoning" rumbled the giant paladin.

"I am Shanadel" the female halfling said.

" I am Mirey the Mage" replied the undead.

"I am Born." The giant warrior replied.

"Panan, I am" said the satyr with the snowy hide.

“ I say we pitch camp”

Offered the halfling vamp

“ I agree.” 

Said the other three.

Once the fire was lit,

They found a place to sit.

From a silver cup

Did the halfling sup.

“A giant, a satyr and two undead.”

The vampire halfling said.

The gods must be crazy

To select such as we

To fulfill their prophecy.

Do we accept our destiny?"       

 The giant said, "I have no love for the Sky Lord."                                                               

 Replied the Lich, "May as well. I've grown bored."