Bròmm - Whiskey and Jest,
old secret shared,
Her.....guilt of the past.
Heavy burden of Fortune,
Mysterious Similacrums,
A voyage yet to come.
Dead crawling out of their watery grave.
Sword and Axe, Spear and Spells,
Tingle of magic trailing....
Watery guts opened as bilge stew plops to the ground.
Shouts, Shrieks, Moans,Thunder....Chaos!
Nosefull of Blood, Smoke, and Rotten Fish.
Presence of an old god.....
Someone keeping an Eye out for us....
Friends back together.....
Back into danger...
It feels good.....
It feels right.