His Home is at Sea
This blogpost was originally from May 04, 2024
I didn't think I'd make a poem after the Beneath the Missing Sea campaign I was in concluded, but here I am. I cannot promise that this will be any good, but I'm in the mood to create this
There once was a man, born on land But in his heart he yearned for the sea For many years he was from a farm Fearing his dream was not to be
When of age he became, to the coast he ran Got a job on a ship, tying knots and climbing And learned how to be a magic man His spirit was so free, undying
But eventually coin was low, a shame For his home was at sea
One day... The mage met up with the axe and the snake To find a sea that lay empty, dead and baked
Perhaps they would... Fetch some kegs (the ale must flow) Wrangle a crab (it's in their name) Find new comrades (who've left as of now) Hear prophecies, rumors, and garner some fame.
Rescue an alchemist, who would cure the sea's plague Don a diving suit, of masterful craft Slide down a rope into darkness so vague Blow up a monster that came from a vat
Encounter a lady, most virtuous was she Climb up pipes into a tower Kill a wizard (his body lies in what remained of the sea) Nearly witness the merfolk's divination power
See a dead god, for an important task Plunge into it's depths to find an egg unsurpassed In magical power, to bring it all back Bring it to the merfolk, to set it all right Witness the sea return, life will return at last
After the predictable drunken and drug fueled revelry, the axe would wander off to enjoy his fame, fortune, and glory The Snake would return to his homeland with a gem worth more than entire kingdoms. But ironically, the pyromancer stayed near the sea. He would give the Sea Speaker's staff found inside the dead god to that wizard's former apprentice, Dalbryn, who he would accompany back to the Sea Speaker's tower. It contained countless tomes of knowledge, a lifetime's worth and more. But above all, his home was at sea.
(Also RIP Crab Cakes)