They Come Three Deep

This was written about one of the characters in my campaign... and yes, he's that crazy. What began as a brutal western-front barracks tale has been stolen by bards, polished with rhyme, and fed back to the city as a laughing folk song. In this version, the dead still come three deep, the mage still loses a leg, and Verridan still charges through ash and panic, but every beat lands one half-step funnier than it has any right to. This song comes from a living fantasy world I'm building for my tabletop RPG campaigns. It's written in the voice of the setting itself — the kind of thing a bard might actually sing in a tavern or around a campfire after the events of the story. Most of the music here is tied to specific characters and moments from the campaign.