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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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Midnight Deep
by Hugh Eldred-Grigg
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His answer is clear and imbued with menace. "Tiemuraz, damn his black soul". Your heart skips a beat. Even when you were a child in Kelbakna, tales were told of Tiemuraz, the warlord of the Plain of Bones to the West. Tiemuraz's bands of soldiers prey endlessly on the people of the Green March, raiding and plundering, but what are he and his men doing so far East?
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Bodies In The Docks
by Simon Osborne
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The halcyon days of youth are a distant memory; and you are shocked and disgusted by how low the world around you sank into depravity. Yet there are things happening which you cannot explain. How could man alone have been responsible for such carnage and senseless slaughter? |
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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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Bad Moon Rising
by Davy Stedham
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"Oh, it looks like it," Stamen says, grinning nastily, "You're getting fat, Martine. What's the matter? You used to be beautiful." You pull the knife out of the splintered wood and flip it up... "I still am, Billy," you tell him, grinning right back... and it smacks down into the back of his hand, nailing it to the table. |
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Curse Of The Yeti
by Simon Osborne
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The wooden doors of the barricade encircling the village have been completely ripped from their hinges. One lies in the snow about twenty-five paces away. No one has survived the onslaught. The bodies of the men have been butchered in unspeakable ways, and most are covered in the claw-marks of what seems to be a huge creature with inhuman strength... |
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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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The Black Lobster
by Andrew Wright
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YOU are Halron Allierté, nephew of 'Laughing' Guidon Allierté, and overseer of The Black Lobster. The perks of the job are not too bad, and as long as you are not too greedy or noticeable in skimming the profits to fund your continual drunkenness, then you are also safe from the legendary ire of your uncle Guidon.
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The Cold Heart Of Chaos
by Al Sander
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Poor weather has slowed you considerably and you have only enough food for two more days. You know you are getting close to Grimwoden, but it could take you weeks yet to locate, and your path back to civilisation is even longer still. As the wind howls through the night outside your tent, you reflect grimly that you are almost certainly doomed. |
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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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Beggars Of Blacksand
by Al Sander
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You awake, screaming. You look around in a panic. Everything is in order. Everything is in place. You slowly calm down and consider your situation. You are an unnamed beggar of the infamous Port Blacksand. You know nothing of your past except for a vague belief, fuelled by terrible dreams, that you were once someone important, someone powerful. |
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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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The Golden Crate
by Ulysses Ai
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Fresh from battling giant, demi-human spiders from Arachnon, our hero once more finds himself thrust into the bosom of adventure. Can you retrieve the Golden Crate from the evil clutches of the arch villain? Great obstacles stand in your way, such as: Space Pirates, Insane Computers, The Outlawed Concept of Time Travel, and at long last: a Death-bot. |
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The Hypertrout
by Ulysses Ai
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Is it a fish? Is it a boat? No! It’s...well actually it’s kind of a fish and a boat. Anyway, it’s really big and dangerous, and you have to do something about it.
Can you unravel the mysteries of the Hypertrout, escape with your life, and cover yourself in glory? Actually, just escaping with your life will be enough. |
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Garden Of Bones
by Alec Worley
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Legend has it that whenever the full moon shines upon the Garden of Bones its gates creak open once more. Though the undead remain trapped inside, it is possible for the living to enter their shadow realm. Many an adventurer has entered the Garden in search of the fabled Scythe of Morbius Kane. None have returned - at least none alive. |
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Contractual Obligation
by Ulysses Ai
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Your girlfriend is torn from you by legal technicalities. Can you get her back by performing a series of seemingly unrelated tasks to save your former employers, those innocent, yet homicidal, treemaids? |
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The Dead World
by Ulysses Ai
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It was supposed to be an uneventful trip back to Amorphonon 12, but of course something had to go wrong. Your ship has crashed on an arid world, amidst the remains of a once-great civilisation. What happened to them? Not that it really matters. The rescue ship will be here in 3 days, so there is no need to explore the ruins. I mean, something might happen to you...
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A Midwinter Carol
by Kieran Coghlan
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Tomorrow is the 14th of Snow's Cloak, the Midwinter Festival and all Arion is preparing for the festivities. All that is except you - Ethelred Samiar, the Baron Den Snau. You have no time for the "good will to all men" that this sanctimonious holiday demands. No, you have great plans for tomorrow. The Love of Libra Orphanage has failed to pay back the money you lent them and you're going to close it down tomorrow. |
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