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   Astaroth liked the dark, and he thought on that fact as he sat quietly on the stone platform above the entrance to the tavern. He watched several Dwarfs enter, talking amongst themselves, and then leapt down to stand before the entrance. He looked out into the dark streets of the city, almost pitch black to those that slowly found their way down the dirty, gritty street. With his eyesight, he could see it all perfectly, a gift of Elven heritage, in deep shades of green.    He stepped into the warm light of the tavern and shook his long silver hair. He took a step down the stairs, leading the to the pub floor. His trailing black robes fal

An Average Day.     The lookout was silent, Dende stood in the centre. His eyes shut, a worried expression upon his little face. Mr.Popo ambled over to stand beside him. "What is it Dende?" He queried. "I feel something, terrible, a great evil power coming." Mr.Popo was quiet for a second. Eventually he spoke up. "Do you ever feel anything else? I mean; it's always a great evil power. Forget it, It'll pass, you coming in? The chips are done and Goldfinger is on the telly." Dende relaxed, "Oh all right. Go on then. Give us a beer and let's bum around till the next saga."    Kame house was quiet and peaceful. The majority of its i

   The City of Splendours was quiet tonight, moonlight drew patterns across the cobbled stone streets and the sky gleamed with countless stars. With a clanging of armour and gasped breaths, two members of the city guard came running down the street, weapons drawn. "Hold it mate, hold it!" the second man shouted, he heaved a breath, holding his side with pain. "We been runnin' for half an hour. He ain't round here." His companion came to a halt, scanning the streets ahead. He gave a frustrated roar and threw his sword to the ground. "How did he get away so quickly?" The man coughed. Standing beside his comrade. "One minute he's coming thro

   Sunlight sneaked slowly through the cracks in the tent, as dawn began to blaze on the horizon and the sky brightened. Adam awakened slowly, his head swimming with thoughts of the previous day. Thoughts of Giant spiders, Confused Ogres and Homicidal Tables swam through his head. Cuddled up to his side was a teenage Medusa, her slim body against his, one of her slender legs draped across him. The snakes that sprouted from around her pretty face slept likewise upon the pillow, and she snored quietly. Tied about her forehead was a little veil that covered her eyes. Her smooth, dark green skin began to come into colour in the morning light, and

   The trio of troll skeletons stared silently at their master as the Vampire paced back and forth. An assortment of zombies stood behind them in turn, mindlessly awaiting their orders. The vampire cursed under his breath and struck the the wall with her fist. A tiny Imp flittered about on little red wings beside her. "You!" She screamed at the trolls. "Hold position in this room. Should she come this far, tear her limb from limb. The rest of you, guard the doorway. Kill anything that moves." The zombies shambled through the door at the far side of the room, and the largest of the trolls closed it behind them. The vampire turned, her long r