The Tomb Robbers

Raiders of the Wasteland four

Came upon the pitted door

Of steel an arm’s length thick or more

There was Brunda, berserker princess

Six pendulous breasts tied back with dress

Her four swordarms many battles pressed

Next came cyclopean sorcerer Sim,

Staff of Shooting and Orbs of Fire with him

Wand of Light to pierce the dim

Silently creeping came Anan

Last pure strain of ancient man

Remnant of the race ‘fore Cataclysms began

Finally, strides mutant priestess of Thrum

Her healing herbs, her battle drum

Steel the band against what foes may come

Anan shushed them past the Sea of Doom

Where tentacles writhed in the gloom

Until the Cliff of Chaos loomed

When slow zombie cannibals did attack

Twas Brunda drove their numbers back

And lead the team through Hell’s Crack

When the band writhed with Tomb Fever

Thrum’s nameless nun from death delivered

Her companions with herbs found by Rat River

Now was the turn of Sim, uniocular mage

To seize the battle his band did wage

Against the door tarnished with age

“My Fire Orbs and Staff of Shooting

Are powerless against this great thing

We need to scout like bird on wing”

Wily Anan had skill and lacked all fear

Of heights, so climbed o’er the barrier

To find the chute that lay hidden there

Anan dropped to his allies a rope

Which they ascended in the hope

Of treasure in the darkened tomb to grope

The band egressed into a cell

Where ancient bones in strange costumes fell

For such ages that there was ne’er a smell

Singled sighted Sim to the far wall nods

The priestess thanks Thrum that against the odds

They had found a matrix of ancient Power Rods

Anan whimpered “Are we safe?” and began to cough

His worry made Brunda reply with a laugh

“After a thousand years we are safe enough.”