Iganon An unedited and incomplete project, cast aside to the forgotten folders of the hard drive. The Daily Friz Prologue There is something not quite right in the air this morning. All the men freshly waking to dew covered weapons placed about their tattered tents. This is the morning of the last great battle, where all hope of victory is in the hands of the gnomes and their monster. The gnome’s great cargo anchored just off shore. Held in the largest ship ever commissioned by his lordship, that thing awaits to be our savior from the very first trumpet blast. There is something not quite right about all of this. I can feel it as though the morning fog is offering us one last chance to forsake this battle and our dealings with the creature. “General, the men are fed and armed.” Captain Nairb is an ok lad. His position forced upon him too e...