Ray's Challenge Atop Snow Lord's Peak

Tossing off the sandbags, Ray sprints up the remaining stretch to reach the summit. It's early dawn, with the early morning light just reaching the peak.

Flushed with his exertion, he pushes his floppy hat back on his head and yells, 'Oi! Is anybody up?! 

This week's Snow Lord Peak brought to you by Mount Joffre, Alberta.

Fuzzy slippers scuffling through the drifts, the Snow Lord sleepily wanders from of his Mid-Century Modern cave, curlers in his beard, a tiny espresso cup and saucer pinched in his huge hands.

'Bloody 'ell, Ray. This is a bit early, mate.'

'Sorry Snow Lord. I couldn't sleep and thought I'd just come on up.' He goes on to mutter something about being driven out of the base-camp by Tamsin and the others.

The blue monstrosity's eyes widen in horror, 'Are those budgie smugglers you're wearing? 

'No! They're, um, a part of the mountaineering harness.'

'Hmm, I didn't know Speedo made climbing gear.'

Ray blushes, holds his huge plumed hat over his midriff and looks around, trying to find something to change the subject. 'Nice place you have here. Great looking herdstone....' He squints, looking into the herb garden, 'Are those foxholes and a bunker?'

The Snow Lord mutters, 'Don't ask. Greg's lads were feeling a bit skittish. We'll need to get those filled in.

Ray rocks on his heels, 'Sooo, got any treasure up here?'

The Snow Lord sputters on his coffee, 'Now, that's a bit of a segue.'

Ray smiles brightly, 'Well, I thought I'd just cut to the chase so you can get on with your day.' 

The Lord of Snow harrumphs, thinks for a bit and then raises his head. 'Okay, I think I've got one for you. We all know that you've painted loads of figures for these fabled rules called 'Donnybrook', but the thing is we've hardly seen evidence of an actual game being played. So, I challenge you to paint but a single figure for Donnybrook, BUT you have to play a game of it and post a proper battle report on the Challenge blog.'

Ray gawps and cries out, 'That's just cruel!' 

The Snow Lord slurps the last of his espresso and smiles, 'No, you wearing a 17th century hat accessorised with a Speedo is cruel. This is simply hubris.'

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Well Ray, the Snow Lord has called you out. Let's see a game of Donnybrook!

-Curt