Gregory had travelled far and wide,
His adventures had brought his mother pride,
So when he met ol' Rarder's crew,
Riches are ahead! This he knew.
So Gregory set off, in his prime,
Along a path Rarder had travelled many a time,
Into the keep! Into its depths!
The party was met with the stench of undeath.
The foes kept coming,
The blades kept swinging,
Although Gregory's sword arm was fast,
He was no match for spells which had been cast.
They threw him off, distracting him,
Creating a sudden opening,
And so the foes did hastily pounce,
And Gregory fell, thoroughly trounced.