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The deck is shrouded in smoke but the sound of heavy boots pounding steel plate warns you that a group of Drakkarim marines are approaching, drawn by their comrade's dying screams.

Acting on instinct, you grab the rear of the cannon and revolve it on its mounting until it points directly along the deck. A dozen angry marines emerge from the smoke and their faces freeze in terror when they find themselves staring into the muzzle of their own formidable weapon. 'Death to the Darklords!' you cry, and pull the firing lever.

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