Pathfinder 2

At a farm we stopped and I banged my drum
to call folks to help our quest to success.
Be-staged I cried: "the Midnight Suns have come
to find undead": and called for a witness;
that way we discovered that there were some
who'd seen something - including a dwarfess.
Houner asked her of the when, where and hows:
she told him of kine killed by undead cows.

As she talked, bright Jack's brain began to tick,
sifting occult knowledge and arcane ken.
Things slain by undead should not turn so quick,
it's more than a day before they rise again.
This would take a different kind of trick:
no unthinking force, but an act of men.
Not insidious contagious cancer,
but some powerful vile necromancer!

We chose to bide the night at the farmstead.
Our slumbers were ruptured by an alarm.
Each of us rose unarmoured from their bed
and we all raced forth to protect the farm:
which was then beset by bovine undead.
I trumpeted with a magickal charm;
Salter sworded to the thick of the fray;
Sunny followed him out in the same way!

I contributed to the fight as well.
While Midnight used his power to restore
our friends wounded by the unliving hell
beasts (so they could go hack and slash some more),
I cast forth my puissant magickal spell.
Over the din I loosed my casting roar
"Against the darkness, we need rousing light.
By my occult knowledge, I summon sprite!"

Thus my ally, the sprite T'pecca, came
peppering our foes with her fiery darts.
Houner, dual pistoling, did much the same.
Midnight Shade wielded his mystical arts
to sweep the field with force like cleansing flame
(look, in the end, we all had played our parts),
at which point we were all relieved to see
that now we could claim the victory.

After, Doc Salter fixed the wounded up.
In the battle we all had done our best.
The farmer gave us healing drafts to sup
and we returned to our nocturnal rest.
As we each imbibed from our morning cup
Houner thought the beasts' tracks came from the West
Shade said 'North', from the way to the tavern
that lay betwixt us and the dread cavern.

Pathfinder party 1

So, now, let's us all stand up tall and strong
without fear of rejection nor rebuke
as we let our voices discord along
with a chanson about blood, poo and puke
a-raucousing a lovely goblin song!
Each will be making sweet rhymes as he sings:
Goblins, goblins, goblins, goblins, goblings.

Goblins, listen as I relay the tale
Of heroes who heard the call of Muro
To cleanse a sweet Golarionish vale
of undead creeping out from their barrow
"but first let us carouse with wine and ale
we can always wait until tomorrow
to ride off to do battle and be bold"
(for the small matter of some hundreds gold).

Sunny and Midnight up front won't falter
when they're informed by Jack Houner, PI
with Ack silvering Pharasma's altar:
on the rural roads and ways they pass by
they say: "hic Rhodus, hic Jackel Salter!"
A classic joke. Soothly, though, this party
is competent, comradely and hearty!

The only clue that they have heard or seen
is of a newcomer she-elf farm hand
who flounces around in lawn robes of green
but first they must travel a lawless land
of outlaws hid behind a forest's screen:
they won't deliver, though, they'll surely stand.
This band's voices can scare away bandits
(but will not win many critics plaudits).