A Wintery Crossing

As Christmas graces the stores and TV's across the world, we at the gaming table are doing are part to bastardize this time of gift giving and maiming of glorious fir trees. This Post is brought to you by the Player behind our party Warlord, Lycka:

Jolly old St. Nicholas, lean your ear this way!
This here, crazy, warforged soul has something he must say;
"Give to me your book of names and we'll be on our way."
He agreed, but for a price: a monster we must slay.

When the quest was rightly done, when our goal was met,
To the giver we did go, to collect our debt;
All the presents we did find, underneath the tree;
A name on each and every one, for our whole party.

Rhys, he got a Tempest Fan. Nameless got a Light.
Lycka got a little sack that holds a whole campsite.
Elric got some playing cards, called the Mountebank's Deck.
Lia got a scribed whistle to go around her neck.