Umber

What would a party with a bard be without poetry? Well, quieter, of course.

What’s the only thing worse than a bard who writes poetry?
A bard who inspires the cleric to write poetry too.

But here it is. Explore if you dare. And remember, nobody forced you to click on these links…

The Haiku (mo): These haiku all sprang from the pen (okay, keyboard, but I’m trying not to anachronistic here, and don’t get started with me on whether Greyhawk even has haiku as a literary form), of Carmen Elgato. Dampf is doubtless too much a man of action (read: too short an attention span) to work in this form.
The Limericks (mo, sab): Limerick (noun) A light or humorous form of verse of five chiefly anapestic verses of which lines one, two and five are of three feet and lines three and four are of two feet with a rhyme scheme of aabba. Uh-huh. Pretty hifalutin’ for stuff like this.
The Carmen and Dampf Cycle (mo, sab): Also known as The Poetry Exchange That Might Have Ended in Bloodshed If It Hadn’t Been for the Hermit by the Side of the Road Who Charmed the Boys into Sitting Down and Making Nice and Who Some of Us Suspect Might Not Have Been There If the DM Weren’t Exasperated By Their Constant Bickering.
Experimental Forms (mo, sab): In our first selection, Dampf retreats into his learned upbringing. Followed by an offering from Carmen, which the most honorable party rogue points out bears no resemblance to reality, at least where’s she’s concerned, although the monk’s opium problem is a well-documented fact…
The Leonid Meteor Shower (af, ler, sab, tad): The proprietors of the Glitterhame are, without a bard to stimulate their creative sides, a more prosaic bunch. Efforts to schedule a D&D session during the Leonid meteor shower did, however, produce a flurry of poetic inspiration (or something).