Nate (rapping, observing each character):
In Falconspike's heart, stories intertwine,
Bigsby's quest, across the line,
Lost in another plane, a sign?
For a Dragonborn, time does confine.
There’s Gix, that Satyr, chasing a deal,
With Bill, the Archfey, a pact so real.
Destined to be an aspect, how does that feel?
Agent of chaos, always spinning the wheel.
Rota, the Cleric, a conscience so bright,
Clashing with Gix, keeps the balance right.
Wants to save the world, with all his might,
In the face of danger, he'll stand and fight.
Sarqen, the King, with history deep,
Descendants' sins, make him lose sleep.
Locked, dead, or evil, the secrets they keep,
Yet, amidst all, his honor, he'll leap.
And Yirki, from the skies, with a pistol in grip,
Aarakocra's mission, a soul-trip.
To kill or save Sarqen, that relationship,
Balancing contracts, on destiny's tight ship.
Nate (singing, reflecting on his observation):
Every story, every face,
Tells of ambition and grace,
In this time's embrace,
They find their place.
Yet, as I watch from this space,
I ponder on my own destiny,
The shadows I chase.
Chorus (echoing Nate's sentiment):
Stories of hope, of love, of disgrace,
In today's dawn, everyone's got a case.
But as they rise and embrace,
Who's the puppeteer in this base?
Who holds the ace?