Pathfinder Haikus

Monday night begins. We pick up where we left off fighting the dragon. The party digs in. Elder Earth Elemental leads and blocks damage. We tried to ground it but alas it took to wing. Arrows away, boys! Ready your actions. Fire! Attack when it returns! Awesome Blow grounds it. Flame and poor attacks deal far too little damage. Step up the assault. Finally a break! Wounded with Power Attack. Brand burns it badly. Ultimately though, the dragon does itself in– botches its escape. It hangs half on top and half dangling down below. It's there. Teetering. Pull its corpse back up! Use the elemental's strength! Oh shit. That went wrong. He trips and they fall Down to the city below. They land. Thunder claps. Rescue the woman. But first...we search for treasure! Brand can take her home. A wooden chest and dragon treasure and a crowd. Onlookers agape. Now take the bear rug. We'll drag this chest to safety since it won't open. Back to the bathhouse. Touch left pinky to left ear. Cromwell gets us in. Lovers reunite. We open the treasure chest and head back outside Bedlam in the streets People run hither and yon. Plants grow wild throughout. - Kortig the Dwarf

Fuck it then, I guess. As good a time as any to write a haiku.

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