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Hello Everyone: Here is a really dark and interesting story by zerowon. I love the darkness inside each word 🙂

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Beware the Catacombs by zerowon

At the Northern tip of Novia lies a secret to beware. A traveler by the name of Nomad whom according to Nomad’s mistress lacked the sort of sense that most citizens regard as ‘common’; came across a neck of forest unlike any encountered before. Nomad laid on the ground gazing into the chaos that is the Novian heavens when suddenly he heard a sound that sent dreadful shivers down his spine. Nomad encountered a nest of giant spiders from which the size and numbers of the approaching foe necessitated an escape of the most expeditious nature. Nomad bolted for an opening in the neighboring mountains and found himself wandering around dark caves feeling more dread now than the peril from which he narrowly escaped. Nomad came across a small crack in the cave with images of a brick basement visible on the other side. He pushed against the wall with all of his might when the wall suddenly gave way with a violent crash thus revealing a tomb.

Alas, Nomad then found a chest which he thought judging by the size must contain great riches. Nomad excitedly fumbled around for the latch to open it when suddenly he realized the chest was alive! In a panic Nomad dropped his loot and bolted through the catacombs while being relentlessly stalked by the strange creature. Nomad found a path that led upwards to a faint shimmering of light when suddenly the strange chest creature gave up the pursuit and turned back toward the heart of the catacombs. Nomad continued up the path where he found himself overlooking a vast ocean as he stood at the foot of some giant cliffs.
The site was beautiful and languid. Nomad thought it was so peaceful gazing at the beautiful view while listening to a faint sound of the waves crashing against the mountains. Unfortunately, this was the last sight that Nomad would see as a mortal. A mage that stalks the entrance to the catacombs had risen from the depths of the afterlife and thrust a ball of fire upon Nomad thus consuming his body in flames. It is said that the mage cursed Nomad and that now Nomad haunts those cliffs as a skeleton himself.

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Hello Folks! Here is a great Islug story written by Sir Stile Teckel. I get the honor, privilege and fun of playing our outcast friend in his latest adventure of tales and booze!

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The Ghost, the Mimic, and the Fence:  By Stile Teckel

It’s late in the evening and the streets are dark. A flickering glow of light comes from the Hearth of Britannia’s windows. Imagine you’re getting closer, the door opens, and inside you see a short stocky man with a long beard and surrounded by empty glass mugs sitting in a big soft chair by the fire. Surrounding him are the local workers grabbing a bite and sip before bed for the night, clearly listening to every one of Islugs words with what is a huge exercise in tolerance for them. This is helped by the fact Islug bought them all an round although one or two patrons left rather than take the bribe. The following is what you hear from Islug.

 

“So there I am, walking along minding my own business and enjoying a small nip from the little keg of ale I have on me when WHAM! Out of nowhere I see this picket move on it’s own! No really, it just starts moving. I stop and start staring when the pickets begin moving a few more times! So, I figure it’s a joke and start looking behind the fence for a piece of rope tied to it or an animal of some such. All the sudden the whole fence starts going ballistic!! Pickets all over waving like mad, hitting me in the head and the face!”

 

Islug sloshes beer all over himself, those around him, and the furniture as he is waving his arms around and pointing at the bruises and bumps all over his face an head. Everyone’s eyes narrow a bit in suspicion about this story as he continues.

 

“So, it’s obvious right? A mimic!!  I quickly took out my Axe, chopped the fence up and gave it to some shop keeper standing nearby pretty much ignoring the whole thing. Told him to use if for firewood. THAT is how I saved the town of yet one more mimic and another attack no one even know was happening!”