Stuff on this page is for T&T 5.X, with a preference for 5.5
I had a sword named sharpy
It's blade was ever dull
But when it came to marking fools
It ever was the tool.
I struck a hobbit robber
his hand upon my purse
And while it did not cleave him
I'm sure he felt this worse:
Sharpy strikes his hobbit brow
And black and blue it turned
And then it strikes his small behind
and lo, he screamed "It Burns"
And the evil goblin,
his spear so close to true,
A swipe or three and wow,
Turns him so black and blue!
And then the tree I swung it at
being much the fool
That damn ent he hooted,
when I hit him with this tool!
He didn't try to fight me
He didn't start to cry
He just groaned a laugh out,
and bowing said "You may pass through... good bye!"
And so my friends, I'll keep this sword
Which leaves the bastards blue
And marks them all with bruises,
And lands upon them true...
But one question I must ask
of the gentles by my side
"Would it work much better
If I hit them with the side?"
| Cave of Doom | ||
| Into the cave the delvers went to find more gold and pay the rent and so their lord had off them sent into the cave of doom |
Their first encounter was no threat They never even broke a sweat For those uruk were no threat near the mouth of the Cave of Doom |
The Party rests in a room quite Dim Empty lanterns, once filled to the rim, no longer a glint or glim, as they cool in the Cave of Doom |
| The fighter wore steel armor cold And carried his father's sword so old With his head held up so bold into the cave of doom |
Deeper they went into the Dark Many small monsters, a walk in the park Fueling the bravery and their snark as they delve the Cave of Doom |
The Thief he thinks he's off scott free "I'll go home, and leave them be" but with a slip and a fall or three… He dies in the Cave of Doom |
| The wizard with his staff of yew Hoped to hell to make it through in order to become one of the few to exit the cave of doom |
Onward they pressed, and down a slide By a fire, and just lightly fried Out of magic, but not out of pride They're far into the Cave of Doom |
With rest they find some strength returned But all their oil hath they burned And food ate cold is soon returned to the floor of the Cave of Doom |
| The squirrelly guy with light weight gear With dextrous hands and showing no fear Starts to sweat as they all draw near the mouth of the Cave of Doom |
The Healer's Herbs have all run out The warrior's heart now admits some doubt And the sneaky guy proves quite a lout causing screams in the Cave of Doom |
They struggle and onward and one by one Each gives out, their life undone By stumbled-on ledges and by fights unwon in the depths of the Cave of Doom |
| The kind healer woman with her potions fearfully is going through the motions Hoping the guys don't get funny notions while in the Cave of Doom |
The healers dress by the thief was rent The wizard's life hath now been spent And the theif gave the fighter's helm a dent as he fled them in the Cave of Doom |
And in the dark a grim old beast searches out his once-noisy feast and doesn't mind their broken bones the least as he eats in the Cave of Doom |
| They lit their torches and drew their blades their snide remarks were their only trades hoping the deaths they will evade as the enter the Cave of Doom | ||
I'm NOT converting other game systems to T&T. May be out of character for me, but hey, I've a daughter now!
And, I'm not yet sorting out my house rules into separate sections. I should, but I've not got the energy these days...
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