Before the Wild Roads Call

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A vow made in moonlight by the lake

The fire burned low by the shadowed wall,
Two moons silvered the trees so tall,
The water sang to the midnight shore,
And the wild roads called once more.
Gerd lay bound to a healer’s care,
With honeyed cakes and the Tieflings’ stare,
Petrus stood in the ember’s glow,
With a promise only warriors know.

Two days till the wild roads call,
Through frost and fire, he’ll face them all,
Five pieces lost, one vow to bind,
The scepter’s light for all mankind.
Hunters came with their cloaks of pine,
Sister and brother on the mountain line,
And a mage whose eyes held violet flame,
Stepped forth and quietly spoke her name.
Kalrali’s gaze was the moon’s own light,
“You’ll guard them well through the winter’s night,”
Petrus bowed with a steady hand,
“I’ll bring the pieces across the land.”

Two days till the wild roads call,
Through frost and fire, he’ll face them all,
Five pieces lost, one vow to bind,
The scepter’s light for all mankind.

By the lake where the shadows fall,
He swore the oath that would guide them all,
Through frost and fire, through storm and squall,
He’ll answer when the wild roads call.