There once was a mean little mage Who broiled a young halfling with sage, Rosemary, and thyme, And parsley, cut fine, Her stew was the talk of the age!
Viconia sat down by the fire, As circumstances were really dire. Giant spiders were around, And webs covered the ground. She needed strong henchmen for hire.
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And feeling a little bit riled.
Her last sacrifice
Was spared by the dice
Thanks to a spell from a Bhaal child.
There once was a mean little mage
Who broiled a young halfling with sage,
Rosemary, and thyme,
And parsley, cut fine,
Her stew was the talk of the age!
Viconia sat down by the fire.
As circumstances were really dire.
Giant spiders were around,
And webs covered the ground.
She needed strong henchmen for hire.
Irenicus was deeply depressed
as he was never able to rest.
The Bhaalspawn kept coming
and Jon kept succumbing
whenever put to the test.
A PC that relies on his spells
Rather than strange old tales,
Sung by wandering bards
To gaming nerds,
Hardly ever fails.
Time in Limbo passes slowly,
Jon and Mel' eat ravioli.
Combined with Bodhi,
They write a bawdy
Story from spam and aioli.
In Amn you can see much wonder
Beholders are there the plumber.
With the mind flayers
They clean the players,
Who occlude the City under.
I would make an insane playthrough