Immersive Ink

Ah, I meant, "Is anybody setting our mighty deeds to dactylic hexameter?"

Im not sure what a dactylic hexameter is, but I want one

I think it's more that your deeds can be the subject of one, or you can otherwise contribute to one

After only a brief pause for bearings, Zax marches onward.

The passage curls somewhat toward the right for a short ways before giving way to a greater-chamber; possibly four times the volume of the armory, Zax quickly marks the place for a mess hall of the goblin sorts. There are benches and pews and filthy carpets and old easy chairs with the stuffing bursting out of them. The place reeks of goblin-kind and hard-edged tobacco. Across the far side of the room, a HUGELY obese goblin-giant sleeps, sitting in a broad sofa built for three men. It snorts and chugs irregularly, muttering something unintelligible, as if it were teetering on the edge of wakefulness...

The Herald tightens his grip on his weapon, waiting for the charge to battle that he knows is inevitable...

If (When) Zax charges, The Herald is right behind him.

Akbar catches the eye of the Herald and points first to his arbalest, then the middle of his forehead, and then the goblin-giant. He follows with a suggestive wag of his eyebrows.

Zax is struggling with the inner turmoil of trying to balance a powerful desire to immediately crush the giant-gobbo's skull, with the awareness that moving even an inch in his heavy-plate will almost certainly awake the beast, when he hears the busy wafting of Akbars eyebrows, and notes the funny-looking long-legs pointing at his portable ballista.
With a nod of understanding, he leans aside to offer a clear shot.