Here is a poem I wrote about my poor Iksar Summoner, Dreega, who attempted to betray from Freeport to Qeynos (to become a Conjuror) only to find out first hand how incredibly difficult it was! If you can stand some of my poor-matched rhymes...I hope you can read through and enjoy! (And have a good laugh or two! Especially those of you who also betrayed!) The Iksar lived within Freeport Though she was not the evil sort No poisons did she mix or brew Nor did she like the halfling-stew The arcane arts she wished to learn To be a summoner, did she yearn But only the dead could she raise So towards Qeynos she turned her gaze She packed her bags and waved farewell Little knowing she left for hell Deer she would nuzzle, trees she would hug Tired of being a 'scaley-faced thug' Nek Forest was a deadly place She felt as though she ran a race With owlbears following in pursuit And fiery shrillers close, to boot! And when she reached the harbor bell Off the dock she almost fell! But then she made it to the Steppes Where therein from the watery depths... An octupus launched a rude attack! And followed closely at her back And as she ran towards the gate She found she suffered worse a fate Into ranks of skeletons she ran Who laughed and taunted, as skellies can And bashed her with their rusted swords And with no healer, she had no wards! Soon death came and she chose to revive Little knowing she'd have to survive A long walk back to fetch her shard She started to miss dreary Scale Yard! And once her spirit was hers again Then the journey once more could begin She sprinted through to the Antonican door And then once through she kissed the floor A place of singing, happy elves! A home to place her books and shelves! But as she tried to pass inside The villagers did run and hide.. Guards drew their swords, and shouted loud "For the glory of Qeynos!"- strong and proud She turned her scaley tail and fled Into a field of bears- conned red! The battle was both harsh and long And there was no bard to sing her song As she limped towards Vishra at the falls She heard the gnolls' taunting calls And when she fell down at his feet He gave her names of foes to beat Alone she faced these dreaded gnolls But they're the ones who paid the tolls She proudly returned to Vishra's side An arrogant step in her stride Only to find her task not complete! She must admit her sins to some deadbeat! So to the Towers she finally did trek Cursing the name of Rallous Zek And when told to confess her crime She told a lie, quite sublime The lady, though, she did not fool And though she tried to play it cool A fine was placed upon her head To pay three gold or leave instead. And so, though with a weary sigh, The Iksar gave it one last try And entered the gates of Graystone Yard The new home she had worked for so hard Only to find the inhabitants rude Their jests annoying, their insults crude The guards still threatened to attack And now she had to watch her back "I heard in Freeport you lose your tail, If in obeying the Overlord you fail. Why don't you go see if the rumours are true? Because here in Qeynos, WE DON'T NEED YOU!" And worst of all, the Elves were not A nuzzling-deer, tree-hugging lot! An innroom she found she could not buy For she 'owned one already'- she thought she would cry! And when to Freeport she finally returned To relinquish the house she once had earned "We don't sell lollipops and daises here!" was heard "Return to Qeynos, you conjuring nerd!" Here ends the tale of the Iksar who tried To find a home in which to abide No one would accept her, evil or good Though she did the best any Iksar could!