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1. Where’s that Goblin?
Having recovered from the Feast with the Beast, the merry band of scamps was enjoying the freedom of the woods around Tradetown. All were seated around engaged in idle chit chat, then Gorlab leaned in to speak.
"Pigsy came up to me just now” he said "but spoke as if possessed by Raij, the Beastman God of War.” Brun Casta turned to face him, looking concerned.
"Go on,” said the cleric.
"He offered me rewards if I renounced Vhaeraun. ... Read more »
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Avalanche Pass – The Final Conflict
"Is it like this all the time?” Comrade Private Sergei Ivadenov shouted to the man on his left. The wind grabbed his words as soon as he’d uttered them and threw them far away. His companion ignored him as they fought on, heads down, through the gale and blizzard. He could hardly see the men to his front as they struggled on.
He’d arrived on the latest transport from Hades to reinforce the struggling Red Blok forces on Elysium. He had been posted to an RPG Soldier unit and his launcher weighed heavily as he trudged miserably forward. At least they’d brought the right gear for these conditions. He dreaded to think what it must have been like fighting without the insulated clothing he was wearing. He’d heard the stories of people freezing to death where they stood if they stopped moving, even for a minute’s rest. He was now part of the glorious revolutionary counter-attack on Avalanche Pass. He’d a... Read more »
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A Cyclops, Seven Wraiths, a Lich and a Funeral
The meeting had been met and the battle had been fought. The officers and other ranks of the fledgling revolutionary army were united once again. Where else would they meet but the old Green Dragon Inn in the heart of downtown Tradetown? They were discussing their next move.
"I think it is generally agreed that we should settle accounts with the Cyclops” said Gul. Everyone nodded in agreement.
"I think it is also agreed that a more direct approach should be taken.” More nodding and drunken grunts of approval.
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A Meeting and a Battle
A Meeting
Gul Kobra gazed into the darkness and listened to the sounds of the night. He was standing alone on the deck of The Retribution pondering the events of the last few hours. His comrades had, to a man, or woman, gone to a clandestine meeting in Tradetown. According to Dur it was one of the newly arrived Drow, Lady Zarae, who had convened the conference. What gave her the right? Barely on the deck and already throwing her female, noble weight around. He had fled Shannizar and started a rebellion to be free of such arrogance. She would have to be schooled in the new order of things. Gul cursed quietly to himself. How dare she? How dare they all? Only his brother had bothered to tell him of the gathering, and that was just to stay in his good books, probably. Anyway, Dur would be reporting back on what went on so at least Gul would have something on which to base his response. Was it mutiny? Was he getting it all out of proportion? He could take a gue... Read more »
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Brief Encounter
They spent a short while recovering from their trek and then arranged to meet Joruus at his warehouse. He gave them an update on what was going down in Tradetown.
"The thing is,” he began, "there’s this Cyclops and it’s raiding the caravans leaving and coming into Tradetown.”
"One Cyclops?” said Zaen, "one Cyclops is causing problems?”
"Well, it’s not on its own, but no one survives to fill in the details. Anyway, there’s a 6000GP reward.” ... Read more »
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Out of the Frying Pan and into the Freezer
It was a clear, dark night. A small rodent popped its head out of a tunnel entrance. It sniffed the air. It was cold; there would soon be snow. The little creature decided that it had enough time to forage and scurried off across the broken ground. It spotted a juicy plant and began to dig furiously at the roots. It stopped its excavations suddenly. Again it sniffed the air. Something was wrong. It waited in anticipation. Then a low whine came from the darkness, gradually getting louder and louder. The air sparked and crackled. An unnatural wind began to blow. An eerie glow flickered and grew in intensity. Then, in a final eruption of elemental energy, a portal appeared. The hungry animal fled back to the safety of its burrow in a panic. The food could wait.
The Gethyanki ship emerged from the astral plane and the adventurers disembarked, bidding farewell to their rescuers. They realised that the... Read more »
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Snap Shots of a Battle
2nd Assault on the South Prospecting Base
1. Extracts from the diary of Comrade Private Sergei Ripiz Korsetzov, 25th RPG Regiment.
We advanced on the right flank and took control of the first entrance to the base. The unit in front of ours received a Therian charge and was decimated in fierce hand to hand fighting. Meanwhile we attacked a bunker positioned inside the base supported by a unit of strielitz kolossus infantry. They gave the defenders a warm reception with their flamers and soon we were in control. We stripped the containers of anything useful we could find.........
..........once inside at least we could rest without freezing to death....... ... Read more »
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Apocalypse? What now?
Berun was troubled as the crew left the land of the Cronks. There was pressure on him from Gul and Brun, the cleric, to use his skills for their ends. Why must the damn captain get all the glory? Some called him Vhaeraun’s champion. Berun merely saw another Drow noble lording it over those he felt beneath him. "I am Drow too” thought Berun,”and I shall choose my own path.” He decided to jump ship at the first opportunity.
Once back in the neighbourhood of Tradetown, The Despair landed in an isolated spot and the crew made temporary camp. As they prepared a fire, began to settle down for the night and set the watches, no one noticed the shadowy figure disappearing into the darkness. Only Gorlab, Berun’s ally, knew of his dissatisfaction and future plans.
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The Adventures of Alaric Ironclaw
On to Haven:
My companions and I signed on as guards to the caravan and were assigned our stations. Forest and the half-orc with the unpronounceable name were sent ahead while I, Sherlock and Henryk were assigned to stay with the caravan. We were not long on our journey before a band of felons attacked us as we passed through a narrow gap betwixt two hills. I could hear the sound of fighting and was eager to rush forward to lend my sword to aid our two comrades in arms. Cries of "Take that you rotter” and "Watch yourself, he’s got a knife” could be heard. Eventually we saw our two friends marching triumphantly back carrying weapons taken from dead bandits or those dropped by fleeing cowards. We continued on without further mishap.
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The Adventures of Alaric Ironclaw
Translated from the original gibberish by Brother Chuck of the monastery of St Dude’s on the Rock
The Prologue:
You’re all probably expecting a story about a farm boy who runs away to seek his fortune. Well tough, I am a barbarian warrior who had to flee his tribe after killing a man for grabbing my sack. My sack of gold, cretins. I may be a barbarian but I’m not coarse. Anyway, on with my story.....
I arrived at a small village after many days travelling south from my homeland of Vilnia. I sought out the local hostelry. You know the kind of place. An ugly serving woman and an owner with ... Read more »
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