MNblockhead
A Title Much Cooler Than Anything on the Old Site
All DMs are cruel to their player's in some way. It's inevitable. We have to play all the bad guys. But I think I may have gone too far. I'm writing limericks mocking them. 
Probably too many in-jokes to be funny outside our group, but I enjoyed writing them. If anyone one else has limericks, other poems, or songs about their party...especially mocking in nature, please share!
There was a fey cleric of Telophus
Who was so sincere but a bit pompous
To do good by any means
He tried convorting with fiends
And got one's member down his glottis
And found himself a devil's accomplice
There lives a deep gnome in Keep Calaelen
Keeping bad company with elves 'n men
for foes one and all
he casts fireball
and leaves his burnt friends to the eladrin
We know a halfling thief that exists
Who likes to pick locks with his fists
When treasure he purloins
He leaves behind some coins
Spends the rest on old hags for new trysts
But for the worg/were-tiger with magic jumping goat's feet (Rappan Athuk gets weird...), a simple Limerick doesn't suffice:
{to the tune of "The Beverly Hillbillies"}
Come and listen to my story 'bout a worg named Slumeer
A poor mountain worg, who killed all who came near
And then one day he went out to take a poop
And into the woods came a bumbling group
Men that is, fresh meat, hunt grand prix
Well the first thing you know Slumeer's a something-were
The new group said "Slumeer move away from there"
Said "our keep is the place you ought've been
So he loaded up his loot and moved to Calaelen
Keep, that is. Draining latrines, halfling bars
Slumeer bought a fight pit, lordy it is swank
Next door neighbor's an elf of some rank
Lotta folks complaining, but quietly, in case
Slumeer hears and bites 'em in the face!
Probably too many in-jokes to be funny outside our group, but I enjoyed writing them. If anyone one else has limericks, other poems, or songs about their party...especially mocking in nature, please share!
There was a fey cleric of Telophus
Who was so sincere but a bit pompous
To do good by any means
He tried convorting with fiends
And found himself a devil's accomplice
There lives a deep gnome in Keep Calaelen
Keeping bad company with elves 'n men
for foes one and all
he casts fireball
and leaves his burnt friends to the eladrin
We know a halfling thief that exists
Who likes to pick locks with his fists
When treasure he purloins
He leaves behind some coins
Spends the rest on old hags for new trysts
But for the worg/were-tiger with magic jumping goat's feet (Rappan Athuk gets weird...), a simple Limerick doesn't suffice:
{to the tune of "The Beverly Hillbillies"}
Come and listen to my story 'bout a worg named Slumeer
A poor mountain worg, who killed all who came near
And then one day he went out to take a poop
And into the woods came a bumbling group
Men that is, fresh meat, hunt grand prix
Well the first thing you know Slumeer's a something-were
The new group said "Slumeer move away from there"
Said "our keep is the place you ought've been
So he loaded up his loot and moved to Calaelen
Keep, that is. Draining latrines, halfling bars
Slumeer bought a fight pit, lordy it is swank
Next door neighbor's an elf of some rank
Lotta folks complaining, but quietly, in case
Slumeer hears and bites 'em in the face!