Monday, December 6, 2010
Tuesday, September 21, 2010
Monday, September 13, 2010
"Standing before a well hole is the hulking shape of a huge Drakkar. In his hands is a banner which shines with white fire, a crescent moon embroidered in silver on its white silk. With a hollow laugh the Drakkar breaks the shaft over his black armoured knee and a wail rises from the assembled ghosts. You try to reach forwards, but out of the well climb dismembered children’s hands scuttling over you in an overwhelming wave of clawing horror."
Tuesday, September 7, 2010
Monday, August 23, 2010
Monday, August 16, 2010
Sunday, May 23, 2010
Sunday, April 11, 2010
You strike at the old man’s head, but he parries
your blow with his Warhammer. To your horror,
your Sword’s blade disintegrates as soon as it touches
the weapon’s silver haft. Cackling with glee, the old
man leaps into the attack, brandishing his
enchanted Warhammer above his head.
Tuesday, April 6, 2010
Friday, April 2, 2010
The track continues for several miles down a steep wooded hillside to arrive at a little bridge spanning a deep, crystal-clear stream. A young woman dressed in padded leather armour stands there, warily watching you approach. ‘Where are you bound for, young wizard?’ she asks.