The poem below was written by Gwythian's player as a chronicle of their journey.
In the city-state, so sweet the sound
Singing in solidarity, singing all around.
But quickly came the clamshells' clubs
Striking in the swords' last sheaths.
A turnabout for a true-hearted troubadour
Taken to toil in tunnels deep.
Yet friendship was found in the flickering light
Many foes fell and fled in fright.
Ere the brave band broke free.
Gwythian Goddawed went gallantly forth
The Goblin-smasher granting the ground's last embrace.
Escaping through an unexpected egress
His ferocious fire allowed his fair friends' flight.
Uggmar the bone-breaker, barbarian warrior
crept through crypts and corridors
seeking the stables to sneak them away.
Ser Duycken found a fate most fowl
His steady steed ready for stuffing
Until a quick quaff concealed Custalcon's quarry
And the god's breath granted his greatest desire.
Stranger come knocking needed no nudge
to hop through the heavenly hole in the hall.
But much mayhem did he merrily spread
between the beds before he fled.
And Vargr, the beast's best bud
crushed countless companions of the cowardly Custalcon
Protecting the party with his mighty pick.
For Custalcon, the cowardly cur
Would as fain fight as a fair maiden bore him
As a sea-steed would swim to the highest summit.
Clothing himself with clamshell clasped about his crown
The berserker's bride's-bustle bore no battle-troth.
His striking sword stayed sheathed that night.
When coast was clear the company departed,
Friends fast found, but forevermore,
All breaking through brambles on their birth-steed, save one.
The five slipped swiftly into the silent night
While Sylviana's secret steadied their steps,
And a following wind fanned the flaming fortress.