The Ballad of The Pathetic Wanderer

Translated from an obscure dialect of Low Sarcaelian by Hunjorq

Ashavar’s Legacy is quite a game.

But what remains is not very tame.

Help wimpy.

Better take care so buy a scroll.

Death could really take a toll.

Set wimpy 98 recite recall.

Start at the fountain.  Get a drink.

Wear all your gear then stop and think.

Set wimpy 99 flee.

Look all around.  Is this a dream?

“Someone” says “Hi.” and you scream.

Better wimpy.

You fled to a room with weapons, food, and clothes,

Who died and dropped all of those?

Better wimpy.

You head into town.  Then stop with a frown.

Newbie’s Gravestone is here.  And you start to fear.

Better wimpy.

An ugly kobold is standing, staring.

You look back at him.  His teeth he’s baring.

Better wimpy.

A raven lands.  It’s a sign of the dead.

This new breed of terror flashes through your head.

Better wimpy.

A woman walks by.  She’s another threat.

She’s after you and it’s you she’ll get.

Better wimpy.

There’s man, standing in the street.

He could cut you down like standing wheat.

Better wimpy.

There’s a large streetsign.  You stop and read.

No streets are listed.  That’s strange indeed.

Better wimpy.

A little boy bumps up against you.

If he has a sword he’ll run you through.

Better wimpy.

There’s a squirrel.  Such an innocent creature.

But his big sharp teeth are his best feature.

Better wimpy.

Through the streets your way you wend.

More loot. A corpse. Will it never end?

Better wimpy.

An Ilthracian longsword lying in the street,

Is just waiting to slice your feet.

Better wimpy.

Newbie’s corpse is rotting here.

Death must be hiding somewhere near.

Better wimpy.

Aiiiieeearrrrrrggghhh!!!!

26/31hp 25/25ma 0/239mv

No scroll!

CAN’T wimpy!