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They may be called the Palace Guard, the City Guard, or the Patrol. Whatever the name, their purpose in any work of heroic fantasy is identical: it is, round about Chapter Three (or ten minutes into the film) to rush into the room, attack the hero one at a time, and be slaughtered. No one…

He had brushed his little tusks and now Rennik snuggled under the thick moorbinder hide as his Granny placed another peat slab on the glowing fire. ‘A Story, Granny’‘What Story my Love?’‘Ragnarok’ She smiled, it was always Ragnarok. She cuddled in next to his and tousled his hair. ‘Ragnarok was an Orcish Chieftain who united…

An extract from Urgon Wenth’s unfinished memoirs, collected and edited by Elro Aldataur. Working title for future publication ‘An Explorer’s Guide to Wildemount’. … After evading these horrors for several days, it is always a relief to finally clear the treeline and see the Flotket Alps rising in the distance. However, a cautious traveller should…

Captain Al’Ocean Pokrock-Sea stood in the early morning sunlight of Pier 6 and gazed up in wonder at the galley. Overhead a pair of Dwarves were standing on the scaffold finishing the lustrous final coat of Buccaneer Black. Another worker was finishing the fine detail one the lettering of THE HELLHEISTER. Seeing this beauty, it’s…

Tarak Whiskeyjack looked every year of his age. At 56 the old city watchman should have retired or promoted years ago but he never quiet got around to it. His left wrist ached as he pushed open the heavy door to the changing room of the City Watch. The familiar smell of polished leather and…

Mr Sword held up the obsidian sword in front of his face. The blade was perfectly polished reflecting the dwarf’s face. Mr Sword squinted into his reflection through the spectacles he was wearing. He adjused his fake moustache. “Yes, this is good” Mr Sword brushed his hair and replaced his hat. “No one will ever…

The chatter subsided. It was late in the night and inside the tavern, it was heading towards closing. The little squat halfling behind the bar could keep serving all night but the crowd were growing tired and outside the window, below the horizon the dawn sun threatened the moon. Soon the mist and smoke would…

“What do I know of cultured ways, the gilt, the craft and the lie?I, who was born in a naked land and bred in the open sky.The subtle tongue, the sophist guile, they fail when the broadswords sing;Rush in and die, dogs—I was a man before I was a king.”  Apprentice God-Butcher Ruhollah methodically removed…

There’s no fanfare as she enters the room, the royal horns having being disbanded and sent to teach music in the rural schoolhouses. Indeed, many vestiges of the grandeur of the Red Room have been stripped away as devout iconoclasts continue to measure, weigh and value the remaining statues. One gets the impression that ornaments…

“I really don’t think you appreciate how fucking pissed I am Ernie.”The booming voice shook the leaves on the blueberry bushes. Insects twitched and dropped dead at the infernal sound. Ernodal gave one of the remaining berries an experimental squeeze and sighed. Rising to his feet he carefully wiped the juice from his fingers before replying.…