Ever felt really ill- equipped and cold? Try stepping into the ice dungeon with dagger in hand and being given the command to find the ice queen. This very thought was probably going through every mind this day of a band of brave and quite possibly fool hardy adventurers. Nonetheless, we all set out to prove or die. I will say now that I was glad to b re a part of such a band. (My story will prove my statement). Through the cavern we strode, no ran. When one encounters forces greater than he, tis best to be agile and free-wheeling. On we traversed. The enemies were potent, and the band suffered. Still they persevered. The enemy was overcome. Deeper we marched. Bigger corpses were found. Enough said of the valiant band, I believe. The ice queen was found and, yes, she too fell to the might, or should I say will of the group. Still the ice and ill-equipping left the party less than potent. Albeit, some had gained valuable weapons and armor, and the mages had garnered some much needed supplies. A stop was made in the fortress outpost of the Serpent's Hold. Equipped as best as could be purchased with the funds gathered from the previous battles, the troop moved out once again. They were given the unenvious task of delving to the uttermost depths of the cavern that holds the greatest of fiends-an ancient wyrm. I saw no fear as each one stepped into the portal which could lead to certain death of some, many or all. All manner of serpentine creatures set upon the party. Fire and bolt, slash of sword and crash of mace and staff crescendoed throughout the ominous cavern. Drakes, wyverns, dragons fell to the onslaught as slowly, suredly the band progressed to victory or doom. Then, the message rang out. The ancient one had been awakened. For just a moment, the party stopped and held its breath, momentarily, and then plunged into battle. Wounds were taken and received. Blow for blow given. The mighty wyrm went down, succombing to the warriors' blows and majicks of the mages, never to rise again. VICTORY! WE HAVE VICTORY! The cheer exploded in the depths. The end of the quest had come. I give you the Band of the Quest I SALUTE YOU, BRAVE ONES Oni Neaufire, humble recorder of great deeds and stout hearts
