**You enter and step onto a road. All around is a scene of confusion and chaos, with dragons flying above.**


**Dragon Road**

Twas on the 12th of August
Out of the roundelay
With half a dozen horses
And a wagon load of hay
There had been a party
Hangovers galore
Our clerics were disgruntled
Our fighters saddle sore

And there were dragons, dragons
Flying o'er the road
Wyverins all around us
And behind us yellow mold
And there were orcses, orcses
Filling all the woods
They all fell upon us because
We were lawful good.



We were not discouraged
We were set to fight
For we had had two gallons
Of the finest wine that night
Sir Corbin was disheveled
Sir Percy was the same
And the elf that traveled with us
Was to drunk to know his name

The dragons got the horses
The orcs got even more
And chewing on our wagon
Was an ugly manticore
We finally woke our wizard
Now he would make them pay
But he really pulled a boner
When he mumbled spells that day



His fireball misfired
His lightening missed the mark
And then the party found itself
Encased in total dark
He tried to polymorph them
That dirty ancient louse
We did not think it funny
When Sir Kay became a mouse

Our fighters battled bravely
But it was all for naught
For they had not the measure
Of the monsters that they fought
It was our bard that saved us
For he could do no wrong
He really had them running
When he belted out this song!


Science Fiction Filksong


**The words fade into the sounds of fighting and cheering. Things begin to settle down as you return to the Hall.**