Tiamet vs the brave

In a tavern lit by hearth’s warm glow, Where ale and stories freely flow, Gather round, and you shall hear A bardic tale of courage dear.   In Sundered Lands, 'neath crimson sky, A band of heroes, brave and sly, Did rise to face, with heart and blade, A Dragon Queen’s dark crusade.   Aric, stern, with scars of war, His sword alight with righteous lore. Lysandra, wise in arcane arts, Her magic fierce, like fiery darts.   Thorne, the rogue, quick and keen, His daggers sharp, his movements seen But as a shadow 'neath the moon, His smile bright as midday June.   And Kael, stout of faith and scale, Whose prayers did through the darkness hail, A cleric born of dragon kin, His resolve, a mighty din.   Through ruins old and forests deep, Past shadows that in sunlight sleep, They fought with cultists cloaked in night, Their aim to quench the world's light.   Beneath Iron Mountains, hidden well, A portal stirred with Tiamat's spell. The cultists chanted, dark and dire, To bring forth dragon, flame, and fire.   But our heroes, undeterred by fear, Clashed with foes, both far and near. With spell and blade, they turned the tide, Their unity their greatest pride.   At last, upon the Eldritch Plain, Where once did gods and mortals reign, Tiamat roared, her fury vast, But our heroes stood firm, their fates cast.   Aric charged, his faith a shield, Lysandra's magic forced the beast to yield. Thorne’s blades struck true, a dance of death, And Kael's prayers summoned holy breath.   With portal flawed by wizard's eye, And rogue’s trickery so sly, The cleric and the knight did smite, Banishing the dragon from the night.   So raise your cups, let ale pour free, To the heroes of this melody. For in their tale, we find our light, A beacon 'gainst the coming night.   Sing their names, let taverns ring, Of the band that fought the Dragon King. In stories old and songs anew, Their legend lives, forever true.