An exercise in supreme hubris,

One may pause the epic of heroic Alex.

For time was spent pondering, after the fall, of the tall erected towers foundering,

into the bushy marshland of Glimmering.

Money was earned, troops drilled,

A speed heated by a mage's magic.

A message delivered most tragic.

Soon a boy needs finding, lost from a mother's minding.

A boy's mind-intellect and imagination,

needed for a books translation.

Three weeks are given, before a doom is given.

Mort goes to find the boy's mother, Nancy.

Guarding her (and himself) from Crispen's fancy.

A castle is found, guarded by forces elemental,

the party as a whole, confident as a total.

Demands a surrender, expects a surrender.

But a rock's strength holds fast, the group is taken to task.

Brave Alex spends his time, squeezed under shield; like some great lime,

Not in any way, enjoying the fray.

Mort, Kell, Vance, are the backbone of the attack, if anything is done, these three will be the ones. 

But wait, Crispen grapples with his gauntlets magic touch, his bravery beyond reproach, he clings like some roach.

But the Monster's strokes send him far, crushing his extended forms.

But a magicians tricks harden his jellied form, and he arises, as is the norm.

The rock's alive, but giving.

The form splinters, begins to tremor, and though Kell is hindered, the rock does crrumble.

Now Mort breaks the gate, and Alex's spear rushes forth.

The game ends before the tour. but four points earned.

Hey, it was late, I had to try,

Bye.