In the shadowed depths of the Underdark's wane,
A brave band of heroes their courage did maintain.
Ignes the bard with her voice like a bell,
Thidrek the wizard whose spells none could quell.
Lavine the rogue, as swift as the night,
And Fredo the fighter, a fierce halfling knight.
They ventured through caverns where fungi did creep,
In a Myconid colony where shadows do seep.
On a mound of the fallen, both eerie and grim,
Stood Yestabrod, ruler of spores and of sin.
With a roar, the foul beast called the darkness to rise,
But our heroes were ready, fierce fire in their eyes.
Ignes the bard struck a chord with great might,
Casting Shatter thrice, shaking all in her sight.
The air cracked and rumbled, the sound waves did sear,
As Yestabrod stumbled, its form filled with fear.
Thidrek the wizard, with a flame in his hand,
Unleashed a Fireball, scorching the land.
The fire engulfed Yestabrod, lighting the gloom,
Turning darkness to daylight, dispelling the doom.
Lavine the rogue, with daggers so keen,
Struck from the shadows, unseen and serene.
A Sneak Attack landed, precise in its blow,
Yestabrod staggered, reeling from the foe.
Fredo the fighter, with Downbringer and blade,
Charged forth with valor, his courage displayed.
With scimitar flashing and Downbringer's might,
He cleaved through the horror, ending the fight.intense fisheye-view photograph, realisticvision-negative-embedding, epiCRealism