Hello death save, my old friend I’ve come to roll for you again. But when I really need 20, How many 1’s? Plenty. And the vision that was planted in my brain Still in pain…. From the sound… of violence.
In Waterdeep I walked alone, Narrow streets of cobblestone. ‘Neath the halo of a fireball, I rolled a Dex save, rolled a 3? That’s all? When my eyes were stabbed by the flash of radiant light, Then we had the fight, And heard the sound, of violence.
And in the melee monsters scored, Ten thousand damage, maybe more Monsters hitting without missing, Us barely hitting, but without critting, Bards writing songs that no one shared, ‘Cause no one cared, About the sounds… of violence.
“Fools!” said I, “You do not know Damage like a cancer, grows.” Power words that they might reach you, Pain, Stun, Kill, but oh crap they knew, Their caster, he came through Nobody heard, because of Silence.
And the cleric bowed and prayed, To whichever god they made, And DM gave his last warning, “Guys, you’re dead, let’s move past mourning” All the DM said, “The stories of the fights are written by how dice fared-- Nobody spared.” We all died, to the sound of violence...
Hello death save, my old friend
I’ve come to roll for you again.
But when I really need 20,
How many 1’s? Plenty.
And the vision that was planted in my brain
Still in pain….
From the sound… of violence.
In Waterdeep I walked alone,
Narrow streets of cobblestone.
‘Neath the halo of a fireball,
I rolled a Dex save, rolled a 3? That’s all?
When my eyes were stabbed by the flash of radiant light,
Then we had the fight,
And heard the sound, of violence.
And in the melee monsters scored,
Ten thousand damage, maybe more
Monsters hitting without missing,
Us barely hitting, but without critting,
Bards writing songs that no one shared,
‘Cause no one cared,
About the sounds… of violence.
“Fools!” said I, “You do not know
Damage like a cancer, grows.”
Power words that they might reach you,
Pain, Stun, Kill, but oh crap they knew,
Their caster, he came through
Nobody heard, because of Silence.
And the cleric bowed and prayed,
To whichever god they made,
And DM gave his last warning,
“Guys, you’re dead, let’s move past mourning”
All the DM said, “The stories of the fights are written by how dice fared--
Nobody spared.”
We all died, to the sound of violence...
Nice!