Guardsmen attending:
Celuverion, Watchman
John Dell, Regular Guardsman
Hoagie, Dragoon Sergeant
Vince Valentine, Grenadier Sergeat (Leading)
It was that time of year again. The stores were getting low, and fresh supplies were required. The resource of choice today? Leathers, from the hides of the fiercest dragons!
We marched
*Cough* to the dreaded caverns of Destard, final resting place of many an adventurer. We knew this would be no walk in the park, so we proceeded with the utmost caution. Suddenly, from out of the darkness, the ugliest son of a bitch you'll ever see came down on us from above!
Someone needs a tic tacWe regrouped quickly, taking the beast down as quickly as we could. As his body slumped to the floor, he released a thnderous roar, shaking the caves like a rumble of thunder.
Deeper we went, encountering snakes, baby dragons, and poisonous snake like nasties of enormous length. Cel then spotted something in the corner. Something disturbing. Something very wrong. Someone had established a camp within these foul caverns! A Camp! Yes!
Unnerving stuff, no?We certainly had no wish to encounter anyone crazy enough to set up camp in a nest of dragons, so we did the covian shuffle and got the heck out of there, slaying countless more beasts on the way. By this point, our packs grew heavy, and we could carry no more. We retreated, heading back to cove.
All in all, not a bad trip, with almost 100 of each Horned, Barbed and Spined hides with which to make armours of the highest quality! You civvies, don't forget to rinse them off before you craft with them eh?
A fine trip Covians, that is how we swagger!
*Signed* Vince Valentine
Grenadier Sergeant
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