Dave Humps It Up Snow Lord's Peak

The camel train crests the ridge and Dave, looking very much like A'lawrence with his chequered keffiyeh and flicking his long reed switch.

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'Hut! Hut! Hut!' The camel train circles around Paul's herdstone (now festooned with skulls), and then they slowly drop to their knees with much honking and chawing filling the crisp air.

'Awesome!' The Snow Lord claps his hands in delight, 'More manure for the gardens! Thanks very much Dave.'

'Not a problem, matey. Anything to help.' Dave slides down from his perch atop the camel and stretches his legs. 'Mind, the smell will be right awful for the next few days.'

'No worries, it couldn't be worse than Paul's Beastmen. Now, those lads are proper rank, let me tell you. Wheeew!'

Dave wrinkles his nose, 'Yes, I think I can still catch a wiff of them. How does Paul put up with it? No matter, I'll be quick to we can have a drink before I head back. I've heard that there's treasure up here and that you require a boon for us to get a proper taste of it. So, with that in mind, what would you like me to do so I can get my paws on this fabled loot?'

The Snow Lord kicks over a wayward skull and looks over to the chainsword propped up against the Tower of Skulls (soon to be the balloon staging platform). He thinks of that nice, soft-spoken chap Kharn, who left it to help with the trimming the verge. The Snow Lord snaps his fingers. 'I know! In all the years you've been in the Challenge you've mostly worked on historicals, with hardly anything to show that's proper sci-fi. So, how about you do something featuring geeky lasers 'n stuff? That should be a good challenge for you, eh?' 

Dave smiles, 'Not a problem, oh Snow Lord. I have something in mind that should fit the bill nicely.'

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Okay Dave, you crafty lad, let's see what you've got up your sleeve.

Curt