Schoeflinger Readywrite

On the 12 day of the month of Volkten in the first year of the reign of the seventh Emperor Alexander My group and I do hang in trap Behind a wall were we directed to hide by our commander The distasteful glint of the Emperor's Knights' armor is, I'll admit, a sight to behold. They have two wagons, likely filled with prisoners; Prisoners that should not be in the law's lap Knight Protectors protect nothing, they're like a bunch of kibitzers It is good they are here, for I was beginning to get cold   It is time to go, so I'll leave you here for now. Shab Now I've been abandoned, and I have a KP looking over my shoulder. And... Well, I guess you should know what happened. Before I do, though, let me indulge one more time...SHAB!!!!!   Still on that same day Just as we were about to spring The Klan decided they'd have their way And sprung their own trap instead A confusing battle soon did ensue And now we go, into the ring I made some decision I will always rue they make my heart as heavy as lead   So the battle began, as most of us were surprised By the Klan's cruel ambush Anywhere would I recognize them disguised I know not who knew they were there, But the battle that followed was brutal at least Confused, was I, when I did hear the lush, The melodious sound of a musical beast I at once recognized an Inspiring song floating through the air.   From my countryman's description, I did know That it was a pale man in league with the Evil Knights Confused by the battle, I was so I thought hindrance would be a good help For my group to fight the armored devils I did not realize the Klan was the larger threat in midday's light So I played a minor key to derail the Pale's evil Then my group reacted like it was no help   But, hey. I was confused!   So then Specs decided to sic his hog on the Klan It unfortunately made him a target The knight can fight like a man Solovar decided that now would be a good time to miss Regis put some people to sleep, the Knight included Now the Pale has decided to use facial argot I must say, it freaked me out and my song concluded I mean, come on! That face is enough to freak anyone out! I made a mistake, I must confess   No one's perfect   I walked out of the enclosure and attacked My trusty Flagelli Ferrum struck out And hit the Pale where armor lacked Nearly dead, the Pale retreated, still playing his instrument Seeing the damage done, The Klan decided I was a target and attacked me with a shout Since I was now out of the spot that we hided For in battle, everything is precipitant   My fair band did help me understand, I attacked the wrong group of people So then did I help fight the Klan As Regis sent the knight to sleep. The battle then was soon over And learned did I of a broken steeple A pillar broken by our Solovar And what he sowed he gets to reap.   Regis was injured and they decided To take him back to be healed But the knight was uneasy, he could not hide it To let us all go and never be seen again So Solovar made a deal with him To leave me with the knight in this field As a hostage among these despicable Men And to this, I was forced to say "Amen"   (I guess I should change this to Day 1, since a new chapter in my life seemed to have started...)   So, apparently, Solovar does deals with the Klan now?   We set off for Veritslav's town Unfortunately (Or fortunately?) The Knights' mission is in vain For supplies already came down To this city and Veritslav accepted But through my help, this Knight Only could this make things worse: Rain But thankfully, it didn't, and still it's not night This day is not what I had in mind when the convoy was intercepted   Well, my dear Sunflower, I hope this letter finds you well, as always. Today has been interesting for sure. Sorry about the break, but we had something to do, so I'll tell you now, my dear Sunflower.   Veritslav told us that, If we defeat the Klan at the old tin mines He'll take the shipment of the rat That is, the Knight, and his brother companion So the Cleric decided to stay with the wagon And negotiated for some potions along the "cure" lines We don't even get a flagon Not even a single onion   We head to a tavern that is too dirty for good And I nearly did not want to go in But the Pale decided to stay out and brood And he took my dear Poochie, so I went in instead You may want to skip the next part, Sunflower, I know you aren't one for the dirtier things in life Grease made us float an inch off the floor And two inches above every other surface in this den I knew at once when we opened the door That here is a place I would not want to bed   We ate some rancid food And read a map of the area It turned out that the Pale's idea to brood Was the best idea anyone had We set off for the mines And set off through a forest that had lots of Varia That's a kind of Moth, Sunflower At one point I wandered away from the lines And met a mean badger that apparently likes to eat lads   I was able to fling it away from my face and stumble back to the group But on our way to the Klan's base The Knight stepped into the trap for the Badger We got it off of him, but now He could not run (if ever he could cope) We followed the map, there was no row Until the Pale fell into the quicksand's snatcher   The knight pulled him out And on we went We found the hideout Just like we were sent   Loud was I, but seen was I not And the Klan thought I was the others So a shot from the dark, I did the rot And hoped they said goodbye to their mothers   What follows is too much for me to rhyme, I apologize, my dear. I'll glorify it in my published work   So... yeah. We suck. I tried to stay hidden and use my crossbow, but that didn't work, and pretty soon, the Knight had cut off the tips of his fingers and was dying. Belissarius, the prisoner from the convoy, decided to save the man and feed him a cure potion. Alright, but nobody gave me one when I needed it. Darned Knights. Well, Anton, the Pale, decided enough blood was enough and ran away. (With Poochie in his backpack, no less), so we were forced to finish the battle without him. Belissarius took a hostage and now we have to head back to town. through badger-infested forest.   I'll leave off this entry here. Pick up later today on a "Day One" entry. As always, give my love to Molly and Raysa Love, S.   P.S. I know you don't perceive the time jumps I have written, but, well... At this point I hope you expect them, cause I'm not stopping.