Guardsmen attending:
Hoagie O.C. Dragoons (Leading)
Vince Valentine Grenadier Sergeant
A man cannot live on food and women alone. Oh no. If he wishes to be truly happy, he must learn the ancient art of sitting...
Ancient scriptureOur mission would not be easy. It wouldn't be simple by any stretch of the imagination. With just us two stout fellows, we were to go to the lair of the fearsome White Wyrm and slay it. That was the straightforward part. Before we got there, we had a barrel load of sitting to do!
We began our journey at the entrance of the icy caverns..
Ahhhh...We entered, and were assualted by the usual barrage of icy foes. We took them down, and found our next sitting spot, where the ratmen lurked....
Oh yeah, that's the stuffOn and on we went, taking on monsters of all shapes and sizes. Scary stuff, but we still found time to give them a taste of the trademark Covian humour...
HoHo! Good one HoagsterSuddenly, a loud roar pierced the air above us, and we knew we were close to the lair of the Wyrm! It was immense, charging us outright, managing to knock down Hoagie in one fell swoop! Luckily, he doesn't bruise easily, and we soon went about showing him who wears the trousers! Once his chilly corpse was laying on the hard ground, our sitting mission continued, with a change of seating for the Hoagster...
Mmm, comfyWith our mission a success, we headed for the exit, only to get lost due to Hoagies somewhat 'dizzy' sense of direction. However, after an hour or two wandering around in the biting winds, we found the path home, and went to warm our cold hands in the tavern, safe in the knowledge that Ice Dungeon has well and truly been sat in by two brave ol' chaps from the town they call....*Whispered*...Cove
*Signed* Vince Valentine
Grenadier Sergeant
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