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).