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The Trial Of Allibor's Tomb
by Jeff Sinasac
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"You who were my subjects in life, hear now my demands and answer them, or join me in death," the skull hissed. "My resting place has been desecrated, and I have awakened. My rule shall be as iron once more, unless you appease me. You who have dared to disturb me will now realize that Allibor is your ruler eternal." |
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Lair Of The Troglodytes
by Andrew Wright
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YOU are Skuznut, the fourth greatest hero of the Clan of Akhuz, although somewhat given over to drunkenness following the deaths of your comrades, and your mission is simply to survive a day in the life of a failed, has been Trog warrior. |
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Rebels Of The Dark Chasms
by Steven Taylor
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Fearing the worst, you sent out scouts to find out what had happened. They returned with the grim news that Aspra's group had also encountered a large Xokusai force, led by a Khuddam. Aspra herself was taken prisoner in the citadel itself, while the rest of the group was mercilessly slaughtered. You have decided to set off alone and attempt to rescue Aspra from the evil Xokusai. |
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House Of Horror
by Gaetano Abbondanza
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"This estate probably belongs to some hideously wealthy but eccentric old chap, who's tired of being hit up for money, so he moved out here. I might do the same were I in his shoes." You open the trunk and pull out the two suitcases. Little do you know what fate has in store for you. Tonight will be a night to remember... |
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Riders Of The Storm
by Philip Sadler
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You struck your final blow and the Trinitour fell. The Night Demon then revealed its presence and consigned you to oblivion until the end of time. As you felt the endless void take you, you took a final desperate oath of defiance. But all you heard as you disappeared from the earthly plane was a mocking laughter... |
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Impudent Peasant!
by Andrew Wright
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Then, Lael Whitebeard was found wandering towards Bitterford by a Guard rider out scouting. Most of his skin had been flayed and removed, apparently by a particularly blunt sword. He said just one thing before expiring, whispering slowly whilst clutching the Guard rider with his now-skinless fingers: "Gore! Gore will come!"
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Isle Of The Cyclops
by Andrew Wright
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"Row, wretch!" howled an obese Man-Orc taskmaster, lashing your back with a blow from his spiked whip. Days passed and the welts on your back grew longer, as your slave-ship, the Blood Auk, headed southwards. Captained by a furious red-faced man called Kullion the Crab, the ship was sailing for the Blood Islands, for it was part of the fleet of the Chaos Pirates, who flock to those shores like seabirds to the carcass of a whale. |
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Planet Of The Spiders
by Ulysses Ai
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Giving up, you slip into the ship and the hatch closes behind you. Slumping in the large comfortable chair that dominates the interior of the small ship, you feel a deep despair. You have never even been to Earth, growing up as you did on the excitement-packed manufacturing planetoid of G15-275. Even so, you are determined to save it, and the treemaids as well. But how to do it? |
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