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Midnight Deep

by Hugh Eldred-Grigg


Background
Shabak Coat Of Arms
Artwork © Hugh Eldred-Grigg
You are an inhabitant of the Principality of Shabak, a loose federation of mercantile city-states in South-East Allansia. It is a warm, prosperous land, subsisting on trade and agriculture, suffering only from the occassional bandit raid or storm.

Born in the sleepy market town of Kelbakna on the edge of the vast, rolling Green March - the breadbasket of Shabak, you lived an unremarkable life. Playing with your friends and helping your father, a local magistrate for the Electors, tally the harvests, was enough to pass the days. That is, until your eleventh birthday.

The death of your parents was a blameless crime - they were caught in a field during a lightning storm and slain by a thunderbolt. Gone to join Kulak, the Storm Father, the local priest told you, but your grief was inconsolable. The Electors were going to send you to an orphanage until an old man by the name of Tybald, claiming to be your father's friend, offered to adopt you.

Not eager to take an orphan into their hands, the Electors agreed. You went to live with Tybald in his shack in the foothills of the Ulakbad mountains. It was a hard life for you, but you adapted. Tybald did not just raise you, he taught you - instructing you in the arts of swordsmanship, bladecraft and weaponsmithing. When you asked Tybald why he was training you, or where he learnt such skills, he would simply order more drills for you.

Sometimes you missed your friends from Kelbakna, but you became content with Tybald. He was a father you had never known, and, while he was not generous with affection, his approval when you successfuly completed a test of swordsmanship was enough for you to subsist on.

You have lived with Tybald for ten summers now, and you will soon be ready to go out into the world alone. Although Tybald has not addressed the issue, you can tell that the purpose he has been grooming you for is approaching. But such thoughts are far from your mind as you go out for the morning to gather firewood. Tybald has taught you only to take wood from the old trees, so you spend several hours finding the best wood before returning. As you reach the valley in which the small cottage lies, you see a column of smoke rising from over the trees. Wondering what could have happened to your mentor, you drop the wood and race for the cottage...


Additional Information
You begin the game armed only with your sword. Should you acquire more weapons, you will need to decide which one to use.

The weapon that you are currently using is listed first in the list of Possessions. To switch to another weapon, select it in the same list and click on USE.

To read more about the region in which this gamebook is set, visit The Realms Of Shabak .
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