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Hidden in the tall marsh reeds, a Shadakine takes careful aim and fires a crossbow bolt at you. The Ooslo screeches with pain as the bolt penetrate its body. It is a deadly wound and you fall like a stone, hurtling towards a shallow lake that is dotted with small sand banks. You pray that the water is deep enough to contain your fall.

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Concept copyright © 1985 Joe Dever and Gary Chalk.
Text copyright © 1985 Ian Page.