Session 34 - On the Lam

General Summary

Ahem...
Sing, Muse, of the tale that I shall weave, Of a cunning Myrmidon , a wanderer from the deep, Enshrouded in the brine, where he did dwell, A king's prisoner, his fate sealed with a fell spell.
In the realm of Glaukos, the Lord of the Sea, Where the waves crash and foam do decree, Dwelt the Myrmidon, a hero once renowned Now a outcast, his spirit unbound.
He had fled from the clutches of Sisyphus, The king's cruel and cunning, a serpentous muse, His ribs still broken, his strength did wane, Yet, in the darkness, he found his own domain.
As he feasted upon the crab's severed claw, Its tender meat, with hunger he saw, To prolong his stay beneath the waves' embrace, And escape the king's relentless chase.
But lo! In the city, a foreigner did roam, Ischyrós, a seeker of fortune's home, His presence stirred up the king's ire, And the gates were sealed, a dire fire.
Trapped within the barricade, he did pine, His hopes of escape, like a dream, did decline, Yet, in his despair, he sought a dare, To climb the king's palace walls, an audacious affair.
And thus, the tale of Isychros did unfold, A daring feat, his courage of old, He scaled the walls, with a heart so bold, A symbol of hope, in the face of cold.
Meanwhile, two fair maidens, Theresa  and Xenobia, Their bodies torn, their spirits did roam, Fleeing from the wrath of the king's chariots, Their courage tested, by the darkest of gates.
Through woods they fled, seeking refuge and peace, When monstrous birds attacked, their terror did increase, With bronze feathers flying, deadly from above, Xenobia shielded Theresa, with strength and love.
Grabbing Theresa, she placed her on her back, The centauride galloped, fleeing the attack, Back toward the coast, with danger close behind, In the face of peril, their spirits intertwined.
In their fear, they stumbled upon the coast, Their hopes of shelter, now a distant boast, But lo! In the grotto, they found their rest, Only to be confronted by charioteers at their best.
The clash was fierce, the battle did rage, Weary and injured, they sought a sage, In the midst of the fray, they found some aid, Armor, weapons, and honey, to ease their aid.
Of the Myrmidon, the outcast, and Isychros' bold tread, As they rested and recovered, their tale did spread, A symbol of hope, in the face of the king's might, Their story echoed through the ages, day and night.
So, let us remember the tale of the Sea and the Outcast, Of Isychros' dare, and Theresa and Xenobia's wrath, In the depths of the ocean, and the city's heart, Their story lives on, from the very start.
Glaukos, the sea god, urged Candid with plea, To join Isychros, in stealthy decree, Yet Candid, wounded, chose to remain, Nursing his wounds, in pain's domain.
Dismissive was Glaukos, his tone a slight scorn, Seeing no hero in Candid, forlorn, Yet a spark of recognition, did in his eyes gleam, For Candid seemed familiar, like a past dream.
Isychros, from palace gates, did flee, Guards let him pass, thinking him a spree, A crazy old drunk, no threat did they see, To a house in Eidyla, he fled to be free.
There he met a stranger, mysterious and sly, It was Glaukos in disguise, with a knowing eye, He spoke of a house, abandoned and old, Where Isychros could rest, in the night so cold.
To the house in Eidyla, Isychros did slink, Finding a haven, where he could think, In slumber he fell, beneath the silent sky, Dreaming of valor, and days gone by."

Report Date

07 May 2024