Session 54 We have walked this road

Amok in Waterdeep Session 54: We Have Walked This Road ©2026 DD Cunningham Lyrics: The giants fell in Candlekeep, But thunder never stays asleep. Aurinaxia called the dragons: “When we take the Index, break it. Let no kingdom, giant, or wyrm Ever hold the power to wake it.” Lana planned a song of courage, Set in crystals, sent out wide— A Harper call to every city: Stand together. Choose a side. Ring the black bells through the rain! Call the western towns by name! From the dragon moot to the sea, No one faces this alone. Through the fog where red lights glow, We are going where storms grow. Home again at Trollskull Manor, Raluca warned of Staget’s eyes. They feared Thilmesh had returned With a devourer in disguise. Laeral called them to the castle: Amphail, Daggerford would stand. Davil stained the slaver ledgers; Skullport’s blood was on his hands. They still needed Starsong’s crystals For the song the Harpers planned. Dagult’s voice reached Ian’s stone: “Luskan, Helm’s Hold both demand Seats at Thornhold—but Port Llast Says its troubles bar the door. Come through Neverwinter, Ian. Make them ready for this war.” Ring the black bells through the rain! Call the western towns by name! From the dragon moot to the sea, No one faces this alone. Through the fog where red lights glow, We are going where storms grow. At Starsong Maritime they found him, Smiling, certain, unafraid. Zen struck first and threw him downward; Ian’s psychic lance was laid. Stunned upon the office floorboards, Davil’s final bargain failed. Cassius and Zen ended Starsong; Then his secret records showed Zhentarim behind the shipping, Veiled Eye beneath the gold. Through the Harper gates they vanished, Neverwinter by the sea. Dagult sent them north by vessel; Renaer joined the company. Fog consumed the delegation Till the harbor lights appeared— Port Llast waited, cold and silent, Like the mouth of something feared. Ring the black bells through the rain! Amphail, Luskan, Helm’s Hold came! Daggerford now joins the call— There must still be room for all! Through the fog the harbor opens, Red lights burning on the shore. We are sailing into darkness— And it waits beyond the door! The ship glides in. No voices call. Something waits in old Port Llast.