Twas the night of November 22 in the year of our lord 2014, tention was high amoungst the ranks of the brave Vop batallion. Our ranks were many but we knew it would not be enough to best the dreaded shadow wyrm of legends, so we traveled from city to city pooling what rescources we could to enlist as many mercenaries and vagabonds we could find. We then met upon the docks of the great city occolo where we ventured forth into the very jaws of death itself. We met the dreaded wyrm in fierce combat and many a fine brave man was lost, it very well could have been us all if it were not for the great master bard Brolin and his mighty harp of soothing sweet dragon nothings. In the end we truimphed over the wyrm, but at a great cost. Lest us not forget the brave men who fought vailiantly and died on this dark day.