In the last days of the tired regime, just before the dawn of even greater chaos and evil, we slayed him. The King on his Frozen Throne was dead. We had, to this moment, sought courage through the will to never give up and the stories of others successes had hardened us. Now, this private battle was finally behind us. Won, not alone by brute force and firepower but also through, tactical leadership and the dedicated bandaging of the wounded. Sadly, standing triumphantly over the crumpled body of the King, brought with it a tinge of sorrow. We remember our missing comrades. Those who, for whatever reason, were not directly with us to taste the victory and had also shed sweat and blood to bring us to this point. But moving foward, we now know that this conquest makes the next battle easier for whenever we tread along these frozen paths again.