Session 64 Report
General Summary
Twas 5 days till the travel
or some time 'round then
the greenest of gobbos
were awake in their den
Something was stirring
a buzz in the air
the holidays closer
they all were aware
With snow on the ground
toward the end of the year
the gobbos all knew
The troubler was near...
through hustle and bustle
and chanting and snot
all settled down
to hear gobbo Grot
Ponies they were,
and a party of four.
Carting small cages
with something astore.
The ponies, they whistled,
not caring at all,
that several green gobbos
were in for their haul
Gnashing their teeth
and clenching their fists;
all to confirm
that what they carried... were scrits!
The cargo was theirs!
The gobbos had won!
But little did they know,
their quest was not done.
their progress impeded,
dead air in the scene,
as several more gobbos,
stood steadfast and green.
"We'll take those Scrits!
you lame dumb greens!
They're ours! They're ours!
by any means!"
One by one,
they drew up their swords
laughing in earnest,
and moving towards
