Scouring the desert for her prey, Hetzabah’s soulless, but faithful black, Nightmare steed, beats its powerful bat-like wings as they draw ever closer. This time it’ll be different. This time, she won’t go after the tenacious Halfling tracker. This time, she’ll target the dangerous Elven archer…
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Witches get Stitches
The middle-aged Witch cackles manically, as she soars away ‘side-saddle’ atop her traditional flying besom. The broom, the pointy hat, the b...
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Welcome back to the world of Fissa gentle (and not so gentle) men! For slightly over a hundred years, life has been good. Since the long a...
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Standing to, a slightly scruffy, attention opposite their potential new Captain, Henshaw , Barbella and Doberman consider his pitch. As us...
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In the gloom of Megarna’s thatched hut, the young Witch; Kasandra deeply inhales the herb infused smoke and stares intensely at the blood-...
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