Phystus

Awhile back the party did a wintertime scouting mission to the Howling Hills, part of the realm of the Lich Queen. The party’s bard wrote a song about it.

Scouting In A Winter Wonderland
(To the tune of Walking In A Winter Wonderland)

Sleigh bells ring, are you listening?
An undead horse, bones a-glistening
A horrible sight, we're frightened tonight
Scouting in a winter wonderland

Through the hills we are creeping
While our foes, they are sleeping
We're sneaking around, hope we don't get found
Scouting in a winter wonderland

In the meadow we can kill some goblins
With our fireballs we will cut them down
Gather up all of their swords and javelins
Then we can sell their weapons back in town

Later on, we'll conspire
As we set forts afire
We're counting our gold, with tales to be told,
Scouting in a winter wonderland

The fighter meets with a giant
Now the cleric's got a client
He's raised from the dead, with lumps on his head
Scouting in a winter wonderland

Near a bridge we find some sheets of paper
Wanted posters with all of our names
They do not approve of all our capers
But I'd guess you'd say that we've found fame

Later on, We'll conspire
To set more forts afire
We're counting our gold, with tales to be told,
Scouting in a winter wonderland


Here's the wanted poster in question.

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