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The sergeant stares at the gold coins and, without raising his head, he shouts a terse order to his troops: 'Jeg tok! Tok narg gaz dik!' Like a herd of angry bulls, the Death Knights rush forward and surround you, their spears held ready to slay you should you show any sign of resisting.

Cursing vilely, the sergeant drags you from the saddle and tears the battle-mask from your face. More guards appear, mostly armed with bows, which they train on you while the sergeant strips you of your weapons and equipment. Then, after tying your hands, they march you to their barracks where you are imprisoned in an empty, steel-walled cell and left alone to contemplate your fate.

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Text copyright © 1988 Joe Dever.
Illustrations copyright © 1988 Brian Williams.