FOC swaggered into Thundertree
Air t’were cold
Something about it signifying better days
Jorad charged ahead into a supp’sed vacant home
Twig Blights swinging out, more than just a graze
Branches easily disposed of
Once they’d “shrubbed” us off
My rapier found it’s home, Sister’s fire sealed their fate
Brick’s torch raining down like darts into the Goblin’s eye*
I can still picture Rydoff’s surprise after all these days
“The townfolks are long gone, and we’re spider free no more
Dragon ‘pon the hill, and you’re not safe at all”
Cragmaw marked upon the map, we’re back on that little town street
Spider’s eyes glowing red as they were looking over at me
Webs in my hair, Doomspawns there
I remember it, ver’ly well
More twiggers in the backyard
Gunx imagining them dead
Sister’s hands are burning and twig ashes burning red
Elf corpse in studded armor, potion in his belt
Looting him knowing his cards were long since dealt
Now this adventure’s long gone, Song of Healing was all I could do
Forget about Venomfang long enough, to forget why we needed to
‘Cause there we are again, zombies shambling for a fight
Ashes swirling round like clouds, threatening to make our throats tight
Brick attacks, with his axe
I remember it, ver’ly well
And we’re searching the apothecary, fuck the apothecary
No necklace on the ground, why did we come to this town?
Well, maybe Fav’rik got lost in translation,
Maybe we parlayed too much,
But maybe this group of cultists were a conundrum
Jorad would have torn them all up
Move to the hill, set to kill
I remember it, ver’ly well, well, well
And the air there was acrid, spider corpses on the ground
Not really knowing what we’d found
If Tolarin had been less vigilant, maybe we’d have been just fine,
Or maybe cultists had to die?
The idea they had of Venomfang, who was he
Sharing flasks and talk of treating, now we saw who they truly were
A cowardly bunch of curs
Green dragon in the tower, I watch the story of my life
Falling to the stones, not seeing Jorad’s elder strike
Brick steps aside the path, willing the cultists to come
Sister tells them it’s no fun, Venomfang’s hurting no one
Venomfang flies, after Jorad’s paralyzed by him
I’m remembering this life, but still trying to find it
After high road days, and nights when the stars were our own,
Venomfang keeps storming down and making us all weak
‘Cause we smell of unpreparedness, and he was surprised by me
Can’t get rid of him
‘Cause he remembers us, ver’ly well
And there FOC were, knowing we’d hurt him so
“We’ll grow old, but you’ll stay this age”
From poison breath that broke our skin and bones
Venomfang took flight with all his weight
And did his breath paint us cruel
Or did our damage paint him too
‘Cause in Thundertree it’s barren cold
Like the first fall of snow
Venomfangs scales glistening as they fell
I remember it ver’ly well