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Stunned and dazed by the impact, you fail to sense or see the four Giak soldiers creeping towards you, their bows drawn ready to fire. The hiss of their black arrows freezes your blood moments before the tips burrow into your chest. Pain hits you like a wave breaking against your body, but the agony soon fades and you slip swiftly into a sleep from which there will be no awakening.

Tragically, your life and your mission end here in the Durncrag Mountains.

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