Tamsin Ascends Snow Lord's Peak

A herd of tiny lizardmen crests the summit, the mass of them carrying the luggage and stores of our intrepid adventurer, Tamsin.

She dusts herself off, looks around and blows into her hands to keep them warm in the chill air.

This week's Snow Lord's Peak brought to you from Mount Assiniboine on the British Columbia/Alberta border

The Snow Lord emerges from the treeline with a polish lancer czapka propped precariously on his massive head. 'So what do you think? I got this from Pete, he was just here. Pretty fetching, isn't it?'

Tamsin gazes at him for a long moment, appraisingly,  'You look ridiculous.'

'Hmm, Lady Sarah said the same thing. Actually, I think it makes me look quite regal. Maybe if I get the rest of the getup it will, you know, tie it all together.' Tamsin, thinking silence is the better part of valour just arches a single eybrow and smiles. 

He daintily sets the hat down on a boulder and turns to her, 'So, you're here for your treasure I take it?'

'Yes. It's been a long journey and I'm curious to what you'd like me to do?'

The Snow Lord walks to the summit's edge, looking out over the island. 'Well, I hate to admit this, but I have a very bad memory, and for the life of me I can't recall why all of these strangers are traipsing around my island. They're scaring the locals,' he looks significantly at the milling herd of terrified lilliputian lizardmen, 'making a mess, and generally being a nuisance. Since you can travel through time, do you think you can cast yourself back and figure out how this all got started? Make me a scene of it in miniature, if you will.'

Tamsin smiles and brightly says, 'Got it. Toodle-Pip!'

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Tamsin, we look forward to your time-travelling adventure to uncover one of the secrets of Challenge Island!

-Curt