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.