The riders went looking for clues,
Searching for Rivena,
But their wishes did not come true.
Hopes dashed, but then a
Spark of possibility,
The Hag of the Quag, the infamous,
Might use her abilities
To actually help us
A bribe she would need,
A mushroom, guarded by black dragon,
Or mage aconite indeed,
Made by the illusive fairy dragons.
Deeming the crystal forest the wiser choice,
The riders set off on their quest,
Flail Snails beseiged us, ruining our poise
Luckily the riders are the very best.
Snails defeated, the search continued
Through the bizarre field of crystal.
The party's sense of dispair renewed
When no sign of the fairy dragons appeared at all
A stroke of luck, and a tasty fruit
Let us see the trail to their den
Psychedelic effects having taken full root
We stumbled into their home all of a sudden
Glittering and shimmering, humming and singing,
We saw the fairy dragons fly through the night
They wished to know what prizes we were bringing
To trade for their mage aconite
Fruit and song we gifted them
And we left with the stones, so instrumental.
Our troubles with the crystal forest were not over then
For suddenly appeared two Air Elementals
Howling and swirling through the air,
Too late to take cover, Welphina was hurled asunder
Her lifeless form filled us with despair,
But Caradoc summoned a healing spirit, and she opened her eyes with wonder