Shards of Moonlight

SHARDS OF MOONLIGHT
SHARDS OF MOONLIGHT
Written and Illustrated by

Wayne Densley 2016
A PART OF THE CHRONICLES OF ARBORELL 1

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Contents
Introduction 5
Character Creation 6
Character Attributes 7
Character Talents 8
Combat Value 10
Endurance Points 10
Combat Resolution 11
Testing Attributes 12
The Plains of Tor’eth 14
Sections 1 - 120 20
Appendices 130
Aftermath - A Murder of Crows 143
Character Sheet 144
Combat Record Sheet 145

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Introduction
This book is an interactive fantasy gamebook adventure, and serves
as both story and introduction. As a story it is the tale of a young
warrior's first test of courage. As an introduction it brings to the
reader the culture and histories of the Jotun, and more specifically the
character of Tansen'Delving; youngest son of Agror'Delving, Chieftain
of Kraal Delving and Consul of the Jotun of the West. Who he is, and
the destiny that he must fulfil, plays an important role in the
Chronicles of Arborell gamebook series. It seems fitting that the story
of his journey from committed enemy of the Four Nations to their only
ally is one that should be told. This book is the beginning of that story.
In this gamebook you are the main character, the success or failure
of your quest determined entirely by the choices you make. The
destiny of Tansen'Delving is completely in your hands. To get the most
out of this gamebook please read carefully the rules and directions
given below. Shards of Moonlight is a solitaire adventure with its own
rule system, set in a world with its own unique histories and cultures.
If you wish to learn more about the world of Arborell then all the
information you will need can be found at www.arborell.com.
Information specific to this gamebook can be found in the four
appendices provided at the end of the adventure. We should begin
however, by providing a short introduction on the nature of
gamebooks; what they are, and how they should be used.
A gamebook is an adventure divided into many parts, a work of

interactive fiction that allows you to make choices as to how you
might wish to proceed within the story. You will combat those that
stand in your way, collect artifacts and other items that may prove of
use, and ultimately win through to your quest's end.
To read a gamebook in the same way as you might read a novel
will make little sense. It is both a game and a book, where the
endurance and skills of your character are every bit as important as
the choices you make. It is important to note that even though this

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adventure has been designed to be read both on-screen, or as a

printed copy, it still requires that you roll dice where necessary, and
maintain a paper character sheet to record your character's progress.
To enjoy Shards of Moonlight you will need the following items:
• two six-sided dice,

• a pencil or pen, and
• a printout of the character and combat record sheets provided
at the end of this book.
To prepare properly for your quest you must first determine the
rules of the game, how to create your character, how to combat your
foes, and how to account for items found or decisions made. Once
you are familiar with the rules and have created a character, you may
then begin with the introductory section that sets the scene for the
adventure to come. Each section of the story will give you options that
you may take, combats to complete or questions that you must
answer. It will be how well you play the game that will determine
your ultimate success.
Character creation
Shards of Moonlight requires that you spend a small amount of
time considering the attributes of the character you will be playing in
the story. In this gamebook you are Tansen'Delving, most favoured
son of Agror'Delving, Chieftain and Consul of the Jotun of the West. If
you are unfamiliar with the world of Arborell, and the brutal nature
of the Horde, then there is much information that can be found at the
Chronicles of Arborell website and within the numerous books that
makes up the chronicles themselves. Such information is not
necessary to enjoy this adventure however.
The introduction to this book entitled "The Plains of Tor'eth" gives
everything that will be needed to begin. I have included four
appendices that provide additional information on the Jotun. One is a
short history of the Horde, the other an oration by one of the greatest
leaders of the Jotun of the West. The third recounts the history of the
emurion'ka and its relationship to the Silvan Tree. The fourth
appendix is a short telling of an old Jotun folk-tale. It has been
included within these appendices due to a reference made to it in one

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of the sections of the story. These texts give a hint to the origins of the
Jotun, and the motivations for their aggression against the men of the
south. It will suffice to say that in this adventure you play the part of
a Jotun, a three metre tall giant of the northern wastelands of
Arborell, and that you are far more than you seem. All the rest can be
uncovered as you progress through the story.
You will find within this book a character sheet, provided as a pdf
document and also available in a simple text format as well. This
sheet provides you with space to determine your character attributes,
keep notes on what you find on your quest, and record the combats
you will be forced to complete if you are to be successful. Most
important in your preparation for your quest is the consideration of
your character attributes.
Character attributes
At the top of your character status sheet you will find a list of five
character attributes; strength, agility, endurance, luck and intuition.
Your character has fifty character points that you must distribute
between these five attributes. You will notice that each attribute has a
set of numbers given in brackets next to them. This is the minimum
and maximum limits that can be ascribed to each. For example, the
strength attribute allows for a minimum number of character points of
5 and a maximum of 11. How strong you want your character to be
will be determined by the number of points you give him within this
attribute. All fifty points must be used, but they must be spread
within the limits given for each. Distribute these points carefully. It is
not only strength and endurance that will see you through this quest.
Once you have determined your character attributes the next step
in developing your character is to choose two talents. These talents
enhance certain aspects of your character's ability to complete this
quest and should be chosen carefully. It is not mandatory that you do
so, but you may choose two of the following ten talents. Write the
talents you have chosen into your character sheet, and if you wish
write the specific nature of these talents into the Notes section as a
reminder.

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Character Talents
1) Strength of Gedhru
A player with the Strength of Gedhru allows an automatic success
for any Strength or Agility attribute test required if you are trying to
climb, or drag yourself, out of a hole or pit. The traps and dangers
that litter the ruins of the world are a constant threat to the success of
any quest and a strong arm can save you from many of them.
2) Hamulkuk's Courage
This talent is for those who enjoy charging into combat without
thinking, only to discover their opponent more than a match for them.
If you choose to possess Hamulkuk's Courage you will obtain an
advantage of +1 to your Combat Value purely due to your faith in
your own abilities. This advantage lapses in each combat if you lose
even one endurance point. A wound will automatically return your
combat value to its normal level for the duration of that combat. Your
next combat will find your Courage once again restored.
3) Back to the Wall

A character who possesses the Back to the Wall talent will gain a
temporary +1 advantage to their Combat Value if fighting any
creature whilst trapped in a room, dead-end or narrow ravine. If you
are lucky enough to survive the combat, your Combat Value will
return to its normal level once you have found a way out.
4) Beast Slayer
If you choose the Beast Slayer talent you will gain a +1 advantage to
your Combat Value when fighting any creature other than Hordim or
Man. Note that this talent cannot be chosen if you already have
chosen the Hammer Focus or Vehmin Bane talents. Critical hit rules
apply if you are facing any beast other than a Dragon and have
selected this talent.
5) Vehmin Bane
A Jotun who possesses the Vehmin Bane talent will enjoy a +1
increase to Combat Value during all combats with any Man of the
South. This talent cannot be chosen if you intend to choose either the
Beast Slayer or Hammer Focus talents as well. Only one of these three
talents can be used during any one adventure. Critical hit rules apply
if you are facing any living Man and have selected this talent.

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6) Leap of Fate
The Leap of Fate talent allows a player the opportunity to re-roll
any three unsuccessful jumping attempts. This talent applies to any
attribute test required as a part of a leap.
7) Skin of the Teeth

Choosing the Skin of the Teeth talent provides a player with the
ability to survive a reduction of endurance points to zero or less. This
talent allows you the opportunity to keep fighting after being reduced
to zero in any combat, but for only as long as you win all further
combat rounds in that fight. If an opponent can be defeated before
your character is wounded any further you will survive, and be given
1 bonus endurance point to continue your quest.
8) Shaman in the Making

A Shaman in the Making exhibits unusual affinity to EarthMagic.
This affinity is expressed in a heightened sense of intuition. This
talent gives the player a +1 to their Intuition attribute and the ability
to re-roll on any two failed intuition tests. If you already have 5
character points ascribed to your Intuition attribute it is within the
rules to increase this attribute to 6 if you choose this talent. If this is
the case all Intuition tests will automatically be successful and the
ability to reroll is not necessary.
9) Hammer Focus
A Player who chooses Hammer Focus will have a +1 increase to
Combat Value for as long as they wield a warhammer. If at any time
a hammer is lost, or replaced with a more potent weapon, combat
values must be returned to normal levels. Note: This talent cannot be
chosen if you are intending to choose either Beast Slayer or Vehmin
Bane talents. Critical hit rules apply if you are facing any living foe
other than Dragons and have selected this talent.
10) Blessed by Providence

If the talent of Blessed by Providence is chosen you may re-roll any
two failed luck tests during the course of your adventure. This talent
cannot be chosen if you intend to choose the Leap of Fate talent as
well. Only one of these can be chosen at a time.
Once you have finalised these choices you must then look to the
completion of the remainder of your character sheet.

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Combat value (CV)

Your character's combat value is one of his most important
attributes. This value is determined by combining the strength and
agility attributes you have given your character, adding any bonuses
allowed from talents you may have chosen and then recording it on
your character sheet. Although a high combat value is useful in the
course of this adventure there will be times when you must rely on
something other than brute strength to see you through. How combat
value is used in the adventure is described later in this introduction.
Endurance points (EP)
Endurance points are the measure of how healthy your character

remains as you progress through this adventure. When you have
determined how many character points you wish to ascribe to this
attribute record it on your character sheet. During the course of your
quest your endurance points level can never exceed this initial value.
They will however, decrease as you are injured in combat or fall victim
to the traps and other dangers that will confront you. If your
endurance level falls to zero then you have died, and it will be on
another attempt that you must look to finishing your quest.
Notes
Whereas there are many gamebooks that provide separate spaces

on their character sheets to record such information as artifacts found,
treasure uncovered etc, Shards of Moonlight requires only that
anything interesting found or identified on your quest be written into
the notes section. You will find that you will visit specific places and
converse with important entities, find some items on your travels and
record information for further reference. All this can be done in the
notes section of your character sheet.

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Jotun to English translations
There has been included on the character sheet a small section of

translations of important Jotun words you will encounter on your
quest. This is purely for your information only and should help as you
begin to uncover the true nature of why you have been sent beyond
the Alerion Gates.
Combat Resolution.
Depending on the choices you make in this adventure there will be

times when you will need to defend yourself. Combat is resolved in
the following manner:
• Record the combat value and endurance points of your

opponent in one of the boxes provided on the combat record
sheet.
• Roll two dice and add your combat value to what you have
thrown. This is your combat strength for the round.
• Throw two dice and add it to your opponent's combat value.

This is your adversary's combat strength for the round.
• Compare both combat strengths. The higher combat strength

wins the round and an amount of endurance points must be
taken from the loser's total endurance points. If the winner of
the round has a combat strength four or more points higher
than his opponent then he has struck a heavy blow and four
endurance points must be taken. If the winner of the round
wins by three points or less then he has struck a minor blow
and only one endurance point need be deducted.
• Combat continues until either yourself or your opponent's

endurance points fall to zero. At that time the combat is
finished and one of you will be dead.

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Critical hits on double rolls of 6.

The rules above apply for all combats conducted within this quest,
however for a player who has chosen either Beast Slayer, Vehmin Bane
or Hammer Focus talents a further rule applies. If at any time in the
course of a combat you roll a double 6, and you possess any of the
talents mentioned, then you have rolled a critical hit and will have
killed your opponent outright. This advantage applies to all combats
except when fighting Dreyadim or Dragons, or if the text specifically
excludes this rule from the combat.
The Jotun Code of Honour
It is an important point to note that the Jotun of the West adhere to

a strict honour code. When a combat is commenced they will not
cease fighting until their opponent is dead or flees the field of battle.
They do not run from any attack, and as has been proven in many
battles against the Four Nations of Men, they do not leave any
wounded behind. Entire crues of Jotun warriors have fallen in defence
of their wounded; and as is also the case with their greatest nemesis
amongst Men, the Dwarvendim, they do not retreat from a position
once a standard is planted by its bearer upon a field of battle. It is a
truth of Jotun life that this code is enforced rigidly.
Testing your character's attributes
There will be times during your quest that one of your character's
attributes may be tested. Whether it be your strength, agility, intuition
or just pure luck you will be required to roll dice against them to
determine if you have succeeded or failed. It is a straightforward test.
If you are required to test against your strength for example, you will
be required to roll two dice and then compare the number rolled
against your strength attribute. If the number you rolled is the same
or less than your strength points then you have passed the test and
can proceed according to the options given for being successful. If you
roll higher than your strength attribute then you have failed the test
and another path in the story will open for you. All attributes except
endurance can be tested. Apart from your strength attribute, all other

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attributes are tested with a single die.
Note: In this rule system attributes are not reduced each time they
are tested. Apart from endurance, which will vary according to the
combats you complete, all attributes remain at their initial starting
values for the duration of the adventure.
Nahla Cakes
In the world of Arborell the Nahla tree is of great importance to
both Man and Hordim. It is said that the fruit of the Nahla is so
powerful as a recuperative medicine that even the smallest amount
can increase health and vitality. For centuries travellers of the realms
and wastelands of the world have used Nahla fruit to sustain them on
arduous journeys. For the Men of the Four Nations, Nahla Bread is
the preferred method of preserving the power of the fruit for long
journeys. For the Hordim it is Nahla Cakes.
On your journey you have in your possession three Nahla Cakes.
Each may be eaten at any time on your quest and each will restore up
to one dice roll of endurance points. When you decide you need to
bolster your health, roll one dice and add that number to your
endurance points. The only restrictions in their use is that they cannot
be eaten during combat, and no matter what number you roll, your
total endurance points can never exceed their initial value.
Starting your adventure

When you have completed your character sheet, and are satisfied
with the distribution of your character points you are ready to begin.
Shards of Moonlight begins in the warmth of high summer upon the
Plains of Tor'eth. You need only turn the page.

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The Plains of Tor’eth
In the rising shimmer of a hot afternoon the two figures waited,

their forms distorted in the rippling heat of the day. About them the
barren plains spread to the horizon in every direction and upon this
featureless expanse one stood, the other bent upon his knee as he
studied the ground at his feet. Both were quiet, the breeze that blew
in gusts from the west spreading small drifts of dirt and sand around
their heavy boots. There was not a sound to be heard, only the bluster
of the wind disturbing the solitude of their thoughts. It was a silence
that could only last a short time.
"Why are we here Old One?", asked the younger, his voice
impatient.
The older of the two stood and looked at his companion. For three
days they had travelled into the south, far into the borderlands that
separated their people from the Nations of Men. They were in no
danger but it had been an arduous journey, one the younger would
have preferred not to make. The older straightened and brushed dirt
from his hands.
"You may be the favoured son of our Chief, but I will tell you
Tansen'Delving that I am nobody's "Old One". Whilst I live you will
address me as Shan'dari, Shaman of Kraal Delving and your superior
in all things." He finished wiping his hands and bent to retrieve his
travelling pack. Then he turned to the other and smiled.
"Of course, when I am dead you can call me anything you like."
The younger laughed and shook his head in dismay. He knew he
was not going to get a straight answer out of the old conjurer, and the
Fates knew he had tried enough in the preceding days. Of all his
father's command staff he enjoyed the company of the Shaman the
most. There were mysteries in the old goat's head that could not be
fathomed, and knowledge that only he was privy to. What they were
doing in such a desolate place was something only his father and the
Shan'dari knew. It was knowledge he was going to find out. He was
not going to give up.
"Enough of your diversions magic-weaver. We have travelled
further south than is wise and yet you still will not tell me why we are
here. Am I being punished for some unforeseen transgression?"
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his brow, shading his eyes from the light of the suns above.
"You think you are being punished? How do you think I feel having
to endure your whining for the last three days. Can you not trust that
Fate will bring such knowledge to you in its own good time?"
Tansen'Delving pulled at the straps of his pack and remained quiet.
There would be other opportunities, but he could tell the Shaman's
patience was wearing thin.
"Where to now then?"
"South of course. I can tell you that we are making for the Spires.
It is there that the reasons for your journey will be revealed."
Together they set off, making a southerly heading for the curious
landmark know to the Delving Jotun as the Spires. Tansen had heard
of them but had never been far enough south to see them for himself.
If nothing else the journey will have been worth the trouble just for a
chance to see the monoliths.
Ahead the ground spread as a series of undulating hills, shallow
and devoid of any plant life, as sterile and as unappealing as any
other part of the borderlands. Tansen had discovered quickly
however, that even in such a place life had found a foothold, and as he
walked beside the Shaman he searched the ground ahead for tracks
or other sign. He was getting hungry and something fresh would be
preferable to the Nahla cake they had been forced to live on whilst on
this endless journey.
The afternoon wore on, and as the twin suns drifted into the west,
the two Jotun watched the ground ahead. It was the younger that saw
the summits of the Spires first. They appeared black against the deep
blue of the late afternoon but in the distance between them he could
see little more. The Shaman nodded his approval and looked to the
lowering suns.
"Good. We should reach the base of the Spires by midnight. It is
there we must wait and then your questions will be answered."
Shan'dari turned again to the south and continued. He said nothing
more. For his part he did not like what he was about to do. The
Chieftain's son was a good friend, and although the prophecies had
been very specific as to who must go, he could not help but feel that he
was sending the young Tansen into something he was ill-prepared for.
Prophecy could not be argued with however. It just was.
Beneath a darkening sky the two travellers made their way south.
Ahead of them the Spires rose slowly, the forms of three distinct rock
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belied the anxiety that had started to find its way into his thoughts.
There was good sense in the old Jotun saying that secrets always
travelled with danger as their silent partner. Whatever the reasons for
their journey he knew they would be found at the base of these giant
towers of stone.
The two Jotun rested for a short time at dusk, eating a small meal
and making observances to the setting suns. It always meant good
fortune if prayers and sacrifice could be made prior to an important
event. Tansen gave up a measure of his blood to ensure his own good
fortune. The Shaman burned grain and supplicated himself to the
setting suns before they both again turned to their journey. Together
they found new energy in the cool of the night, and under a dome of
blazing stars moved silently towards the rocks ahead.
Shan'dari watched his young charge moving in the gloom ahead of
him, his powerful form running strong across the wasteland, sure and
confident as he forged his way southwards. It occurred to the old
Shaman, and not for the first time, that the boy had the makings of a
great chieftain, one who could bring the disparate Kraals of the Jotuni
together and fulfil the prophecies that had been given to them so
many years before. It was up to the vagaries of Fate now however. He
had done all he could to ensure the young warrior's safety. Now it
would be up to Tansen himself to survive the night.
Together they ran the remaining distance to the base of the Spires.
In the hour before midnight the two Jotun reached their goal and
took refuge at the base of the largest of the great rock formations.
Reaching more than three hundred metres into the air, it stood out on
the plain as a massive stone finger pointing into the heavens,
weathered and beaten by exposure but unbowed by the march of time.
Tansen fell to the ground and reached for his water-bag, his chest
heaving with the exertion of the run. It felt good to be so fatigued but
he was losing what patience remained to him.
"Now Shaman, we have reached the Spires and it is time for you to
tell me why we are here."
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firmly on his knees as he tried to regain his breath. He motioned to

his charge to wait and tried to straighten himself. He was getting too
old for such things but his duty was clear. When he had recovered
sufficiently he pulled Tansen to his feet and without warning struck
him with a closed fist across the head, sending him reeling sideways
against the face of the rock at his back.
Tansen did not react nor return the favour. To lay a hand on the son
of a chieftain meant certain death, unless the act had been sanctioned
by his father. He waited instead for the Shaman to explain himself.
Shan'dari saw the surprise in the boy's face but nodded his
approval at his lack of action. He could see in his charge's eyes the
need to understand what was happening, not blindly retaliate as a
Jotun of lesser standing might. He was ready.
"Tansen'Delving, you are the son of a Chief, heir to the authority
and responsibility of your Kraal and the wealth of its chattels. On this
night you are to undergo your deskai, your Right of Passage. Listen to
your better as you are told of the task you must perform."
Tansen took a step forward and made move to speak, his mind full
of questions, but the Shaman hit him once again with such force that
he fell to the ground.
"Do not speak son of Agror'Delving. It is not your time to question
what is about to happen, only to listen, and do that which is asked of
you." The Shaman dragged Tansen back to his feet and pointed into
the south.
"Before the foothills of the Great Rift can be found two broken
arches of stone, mighty in their aspect and known to the peoples of
this world as the Alerion Gates. They guard the entrance to a wide
valley, which we call the Shattereen, which in its turn opens into a
series of lesser canyons in the mountains behind. Somewhere within
the confines of these defiles can be found the Temple of the Moons. It
is your task to find the temple and drink from its well. You have the
remainder of this night to do so. This is your test, your deskai.
Succeed, and I will be here waiting for your return. Fail, and the exile
of these barren plains will be yours until you draw your last breath."
Shan'dari turned his back and stared at the rocky ground at his
feet. There could be no more words between them until Tansen
returned. The young Jotun stood for a moment and then went to say
something but held his tongue. He knew that his initiation as a
warrior of the Jotun of the West had begun and there could be no
appeal, no turning from the deskai he had been given. Quietly he

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grabbed his warhammer and waistbag and turned towards the south.
He had no idea where the Temple of the Moons resided, nor what
dangers might lie between himself and the completion of his task, but
he was of the Jotuni and for a warrior nothing was impossible.
The old Shaman watched as his charge ran into the night, taking
nothing with him but his weapon, a few Nahla cakes in a bag, and the
burden of his honour. The boy was still two winters from the time
when he should normally take the deskai and prove himself a warrior.
The son of Agror'Delving was no ordinary child however. If the
prophecy of his ancestors were to be fulfilled then Tansen must take
the challenge now and do what no other Jotun had done before; find
the Temple of the Moons and drink of its dark waters. The Shaman
looked to the diminishing figure and knew also that in the dark
recesses of the Great Rift a far greater destiny loomed before the
young Jotun, but that was something he would need to discover for
himself.
In the cool of the evening Shan'dari found a comfortable nook
within the base of the Spire and settled to wait for the return of his
charge. The boy had no idea what he was about to confront, or what
he might find beyond the gloom of the Alerion Gates, he had only to
survive it.
Turn to section 1.

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Sections
1
In the solitude of the wastelands your form is a swift shadow
running across the undulations of the dunes. Under a sky of burning
stars you run onwards, your only companion the wind and the sure
knowledge that there can be no failure in the completion of your task.
Ahead lies the crumbling stone of the Alerion Gates and the unknown
dangers that lay beyond them, but the possibility of failure is your
only concern. You have been given your deskai, and until you have
drunk from the well of the Temple of the Moons you will not stop, nor
shirk from any danger placed before you. You are a Jotun of the West,
and for your people no task is too great, or too dangerous.
You have not been given much time though. Whatever might lay
beyond the Gates will not allow for an easy passage. The deskai has
been chosen to test the limits of a warrior's strength and bravery and
you cannot see that such a test will be anything other than lethal. It is
a possibility that has your blood pounding at your temples as you run.
In the shadows of the night there are doubts that cannot be
disregarded however. The customs of your people should have left
your deskai until the passing of at least two more cycles of the
seasons. No Jotun is told of the time of his trials, but you have never
heard of anyone having been brought so far south to complete them.
In your mind you know there is reason to the old Shaman's
machinations and it is clear that he acts with the authority of your
father, but whatever the reasoning you know that you are up to the
challenge. Whatever this deskai might have in store there is nothing
that you, or the power of your warhammer, will not be able to
overcome.
The hour after midnight passes as you come to a halt before the
Alerion Gates. Against a dark sky they stand as two broken pillars of
stone reaching upwards to the stars. In a more ancient time they
would have formed an arch, meeting at a point some one hundred
and fifty metres overhead, but as you stand breathing hard from the
exertion of your run they loom above you as fractured outcrops of
rock barely recognisable as the artifice of skilled hands. You pause for
a moment and listen to the night, regaining your breath as the winds
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that you see a length of old wood jammed into a crack in the base of
the Gate. About a metre in length it is unremarkable except for the
tightly coiled red string that binds one end, and the three white
feathers tied loosely to its wrappings.
Do you wish to take this piece of wood? If so, go to section 31. If

you would rather leave it where it is turn to section 18. If you choose
you may also test against your intuition attribute. If you pass the test
turn to section 24. If you fail this test you will need to make up your
own mind and choose one of the previous two options.
2
The slopes prove quickly to be a difficult terrain to traverse.
Littered with huge boulders, and cut at many points by loose areas of
broken rock and dirt, you find yourself labouring against an unsafe
footing that threatens to slide from beneath you. Uppermost in your
mind is the time limit set for the completion of your deskai and
keeping to the edges of these hills is taking up far too much of it. For
a moment you consider what you should do but then circumstances
are taken out of your hands.
From high overhead you hear the rush of wings and instinctively
you crouch down against the hillside. There are many flying creatures
in the world but only one can send a cold shiver along the spine of a
Jotun. Against the stars above a shadow is moving swiftly, speeding
across the sky as it searches for prey amongst the canyons and defiles
of the foothills. It is a Rift Dragon, the largest and most vicious
predator of the Great Rift. Such serpents are huge creatures that can
grow to more than eighty metres in length. You have no doubt that if
it sees you it will kill you.
Quietly you lay still upon the incline. It is known that these
Dragons spot their prey in the dark with senses attuned to both
movement and sound, and there is a slim chance that if you remain
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watch as the creature glides easily through the night air, following a
wide arc that tightens in ever decreasing spirals above you. It must
have seen you before but now cannot find you against the backdrop of
the crumbling hillside. For more than ten minutes you remain
motionless as the Dragon circles overhead. It is long enough that you
begin to wonder if this is to be your fate, unable to complete your
deskai as the serpent hovers mockingly above, unable to move until
the rising of the suns sends it home to its lair. Still, you console
yourself, it has not seen you, yet.
It is as these thoughts test your patience that you begin to feel
something happening about you. You lay still upon the slope but
there is movement beneath you, an imperceptible sliding sensation
that quickly gains momentum. Too late you realise that the hillside is
slipping away around you.
In a flurry of crashing rock, and speeding waves of moving dirt, you
find yourself unable to do anything but move with the flow of the
slope as it picks up speed, racing towards the valley floor below.
Caught within its grasp you do not notice the form of the Rift Dragon
alter its course and speed towards your position, all you can do is try
and remain on top of the flowing debris and not be engulfed within it.
It takes only seconds for the slide to hit level ground, and within its
leaden embrace you are quickly swallowed up.
Through clouds of choking dust the dark form of the Dragon settles
upon the valley floor, its talons raking the dirt-mounds of the slide
trying to find you. Within the smothering piles of fallen stone you lay
unable to move, the life slowly being crushed from your body as the
Dragon digs through the rubble. For long minutes it seeks you out but
luck is with you this night for the serpent cannot find you. With a
screech of frustration the great beast beats its wings and rises once
again into the sky, its shadowed bulk quickly lost to the darkness. So
close it had come to finding you but inadvertently it has saved your
life. Caught beneath the suffocating blanket of tonnes of debris you
had no chance of saving yourself. Even as you lay smothering to
death the frantic search of the Rift Dragon has moved enough of the
rock and earth to allow you to push your way out of its lethal
embrace. In a grasping heave you force your head and one shoulder
out of the debris. At least for now you are alive.
Cursing the vagaries of fortune you struggle out of the remains of
the slide and try and determine where you have ended up. All about
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for you, and you do not realise it until you move that you are standing
in the beast's footprint. Your position is easy to determine though.
Your rough descent has left you within the western canyon only a
short distance from its entry into the Shattereen beyond.
You brush yourself down and realise that you have suffered an
injury to your side, a wide gash that spills blood down your waist and
leg. (Roll one dice and deduct what you have rolled from your
endurance points.) Quickly you bind the wound with strips of cloth
from your leggings and determine what you should do next. Will you
continue down the western canyon? If so turn to section 57. If you
would rather go back and try another of the canyons turn to section
90.
3
The amphitheatre spreads as a wide semicircle of weathered
platforms, each level a jagged slope of worn rock that must have once
held the seating for this arena. It now stands as a desolate, crumbling
structure and there seems little point in searching its worn levels. You
have a feeling though that something may be found here. You need
only look in the right place.
Test your Luck attribute. If you are successful turn to section 39. If
you are unsuccessful then there is nothing to find here but you have
two options open to you. You may read the plaque in the arena by
turning to section 96, or decide that there is nothing here for you and
make your way back up the canyon by turning to section 11.
4
Within this area of open ground you find little but the song of the
wind blowing along the slopes at all sides, and three canyons that
spread like fingers from the palm of a monstrous hand before you.
One canyon opens as a huge rift in the stone at your left, a cragged
defile that runs into the east and unfathomable shadow. Before you
opens another canyon, its winding passages disappearing into the
south, and another to your right, opening up into the west. Carefully
you survey the terrain about you but there is nothing in the sands that
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It is as you consider these options that a fragment of sound

wrapped within the bluster of the wind takes a hold of your attention.
Crouching upon the open ground you listen intently, a feeling of
foreboding growing as you wait in the darkness. There is something
in the night and it is close. Without moving you give all your attention
to the shadows and it is only in a moment when the bluster ebbs that
you catch a rumour of movement overhead. Looking up you find your
worst fears betrayed as a large, dark shadow moves against the stars.
Quietly you watch as a Rift Dragon glides silently overhead. It is a
monstrous beast that hunts upon the cold nights of the northern
mountains, and one that you know has no qualms at taking Oera'dim
for an easy meal. But in the darkness it must find you first. You are
exposed upon the plain, however these Dragons use movement and
sound to detect their prey. If you are lucky and remain still the beast
will pass you by, its attention to be given to prey that is unaware of its
presence. At least that is your hope.
For some minutes the Dragon circles the edges of the Shattereen,
the easy strokes of its wings as it searches the ground giving no hint to
the ferocious and lethal nature of its hunt. Within the darkness of the
valley floor you do not move, your only option to wait for the creature
to move on. It is only after a careful search of the valley that the
Dragon turns into the south and disappears into the night. For a
further time you remain quiet, unsure as to its ability to detect your
presence if you move. Only when you feel sure that the beast has
made it to the peaks beyond do you rise and thank the Fates that it
has gone. Such a creature is one not to be trifled with.
With sweat rolling off your back you look again to your quest.
What you seek must lay within one of these three canyons and there is
no time for indecision.
If you wish to search the eastern canyon turn to section 10. If you
find the southern canyon a better possibility turn to section 28. If it is
to the west that you believe the Temple of the Moons can be found
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5
Quickly you search the Ranger's body. He is clothed in a tight
fitting leather uniform and a black travelling cloak but there is little
else. You do find in a small pouch at his waist belt two pieces of stale
Nahla bread and a small globe of steel with a curious lever on its
upper surface.
If you wish to take the Nahla bread record this within the notes
section of your character sheet. Each of the pieces of bread will
restore two endurance points to your endurance level if you choose to
eat them. The steel globe looks far more interesting. If you wish to
take it, turn to section 101. If you do not wish to take the device and
would rather continue on your path back to the Shattereen turn to
section 63.
6
In the dark the shadowy form waits and then slowly moves towards
you. You have been discovered. There can now be no further
advantage to your concealment and as the Ranger's sword flashes
from its sheath you bring your own weapon to hand and rise from the
gloom of your cover. For a moment the vehmin pauses in his advance,
as if he is judging how hard a kill you will be, and then advances
again. Without a word you come together and the combat begins.
The Ranger is no easy adversary. With a combat value of 14 and

endurance points of 18 it will take all the strength and skill at your
disposal to best him. If you win this combat turn to section 14. If you
lose turn to section 34.
7
You stand before the flames and consider what you must now do.
Before you the conflagration burns brightly, but as you watch the first
sliver of a doubt works its way into your thoughts. In the barren
recesses of this canyon there is precious little to burn, and although
the fire seems to be erupting from a wide fracture in the ground you
notice that none of the earth surrounding the rift is either scorched or
smoking. It grows in your mind that this may not be a fire at all,
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Quickly you tear a small strip of cloth from your leggings and roll it
into a tight ball. There is heat arising from the flames but you are not
so sure that it can do you harm. With a flick of your wrist you toss the
ball of cloth onto the edge of the flames and wait to see what happens.
To your surprise the cloth lies unharmed, the fires raging only a
finger's width from where it fell. That is good enough for you.
Without any further delay you walk into the flames and stand in the
midst of the conflagration. Rather than the agonies of immolation you
find instead some heat but not enough to cause you harm. It is indeed
an illusion, a clever one, but an illusion nonetheless.
For whatever reason these fires were placed as a barrier before you,
but they will delay you no further. With the fires at your back you
look down the canyon and take a deep breath. Time waits for no
Jotun and you have spent enough of it here already.
Turn to section 88.
8
The Rift Dragon is a persistent beast. Such a predator hunts at
night and it will not end its search until the suns of morning rise in the
east. You cannot afford to waste time waiting for it to move on. From
your position within the shadows of the huge boulder you watch as
the beast moves along the canyon, sniffing out the wind as it searches
the ground, looking for some sign of its prey. When it is out of sight
you make your move.
Carefully you stand and unlimber muscles cramped by inactivity.
There is no way forward so you move off at the run, making your way
back up the canyon, your hope that the Dragon is now far enough
away that it will not sense your presence. In the dark there is a good
chance you can get away with it, but there is also the possibility that
you are now doing exactly what the creature needed you to do.
Out of the black sky overhead the Rift Dragon swoops down upon
you. In an instant its talons gouge their way into your back, tearing
your shoulders apart. Such is the power of the blow that you do not
even register the pain before you fall into oblivion. Within the claws
of this beast you die, your lifeless corpse just another tasty morsel for
a predator that cares nothing for your deskai.
THE END

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9
In a fury of flashing talons and razor-sharp teeth you fight the
beast, wielding your warhammer with all the power you can muster.
The Rift Dragon holds no fear of you, its jaws slashing out in an
attempt to deliver a quick and lethal bite. In the gloom of the canyon's
interior the Dragon is a vast dark shape, blocking the width of the
defile with its bulk as it advances upon you. It seems to have no
doubt that you will be an easy meal.
For all its confidence it does not count on the reach of your
hammer, nor the strength you can to bring to bear upon it. Your first
blow strikes the serpent upon the lower jaw, breaking two of its teeth
and sending a shower of blood across the canyon. Startled it backs
up, pawing at the injury with its talons before letting out a shriek of
frustration. Like a living avalanche the beast charges once again and
in its anger throws both of its arms out in sweeping arcs of exposed
talon. In a flurry of wing and claw you block the blows as best you
can but are swept up in the power of the charge and thrown
backwards into the dirt. Quickly you get back to your feet and await
the next assault.
The Dragon has been hurt more than you can at first see. Its front
teeth lay shattered and it is dazed by the impact but it still has fight in
it. Again it advances upon you, its claws raking the broken earth in
its fury. You stand your ground, and as it is about to strike you bring
all the strength you have to one great swing of your hammer. Across
the elbow joint of its forearm your weapon smashes into bone and
scale. In the night air you hear the joint snap and the limb go limp as
the Dragon rolls to the side and away from your position. Quickly you
jump out of its way as it thrashes in the dirt trying to regain its
footing. For the Dragon this is enough.
Nursing its wounded limb the great beast howls at the night sky
before beating its wings and rising into the air. You watch as the Rift
Dragon disappears into the dark masses of the mountains in the south
and then you collapse to the ground, shouting obscenities at its
retreating form. But your bravado cannot disguise the fact that you
have been very lucky. You wipe something from the corner of your
mouth and then realise that you are covered in the blood of the
Dragon. It could have been so easily your own.
Once you have taken time for rest you stand and consider the way
ahead. The Dragon is gone and the canyon is once again clear. With
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fastening and continue on your way through the fractured defile that
is your path southwards. It is as you make your way forward that you
find the canyon forking in two directions. The main canyon heads
south, a smaller defile forces its way westwards.
Will you continue on down the main canyon? If this is your choice
turn to section 30. If you would rather see what might be found on
the narrower path turn to section 87.
10
As you approach the eastern canyon's wide entrance you are struck
by the crumbled state of its high walls. Fractured and broken cliffs
stretch for some distance before disappearing into the gloom, and in
the feeble light the open maw before you is as dark and unfathomable
as a pit. This is however, the choice you have made and you do not
hesitate as you run into its dark recesses. Quickly you are swallowed
up in the shadows, but from the east comes some small consolation.
The moons of your world are edging the horizon, and even as you
traverse the broken ground before you it is possible to see the first
hints of their light illuminating the long winding defiles of the canyon
ahead.
As you run you take the time to think back on the directions given
by your mentor Shan'dari. It is your task to find the Temple of the
Moons and drink from its well. It seems a simple task but you cannot
allow yourself to believe this to be true. There has always been a sting
in the old Shaman's words and you know he is not one to allow for an
easy deskai. You must remain alert to the possibility that there is far
more to this trial than that which he has alluded to.
The canyon reaches deep into the stone of the foothills and with the
slowly rising moons the difficult nature of the ground is soon
apparent. Landslides and the action of wind and rain have left the
canyon broken and decrepit. Flows of debris block much of your way
ahead and as you struggle over these formidable barriers it is evident
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from the main canyon and within these defiles no light penetrates. It
is in your mind however, that the stories you have heard of the Temple
describe it as a formidable structure, one that must require
considerable space. None of the defiles seem important enough to
investigate and you continue on, scrambling over huge mounds of
broken stone as you make your way eastwards.
Turn to section 94.
11
Without hesitating you make your way back up the canyon, your
form a swift shadow as you follow the jagged defile back towards the
Shattereen. As you run your thoughts linger on what remains of your
quest, and you realise you have much still to do. You have not yet
found the Temple of the Moons and you are mindful that the night
wears on, the rotation of the heavens inexorably marching towards
sunsrise. In the dark it is easy to assume that danger lies behind every
turn but you cannot afford caution. Quickly you pass beyond the
silent form of the Reaver and move further down the ravine. At a
point some two-thirds of the way back to the Shattereen you see a
body on the canyon floor. From its position it looks like it has fallen
from the heights above. Half hidden by a slide of desiccated earth the
black-clad body sprawls awkwardly against the rock face at your left.
If you have previously fought with a Ranger of the Watch on the

slopes above the Shattereen turn to section 48. If you have not yet
fought with that vehmin turn to section 97.
12
With the wind blowing down the canyon and the fire brightening
with every bluster you traverse the canyon wall. It is a hard climb,
one that taxes your skill and one which leaves you weakened for the
exertion, but it is a climb you complete safely. From within the break
in the ground the fires writhe and twist in the wind, great bursts of
heat rising into the air as its flames strengthen. You try at first to find
a path along the canyon wall but it proves too dangerous. Instead you
make for the lip of the canyon and climb out onto what proves to be a
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foothills. In the distance the overbearing peaks of the Rift Mountains

gleam in the moonlight.
From your position on the lip of the canyon you can see that your
only option is to follow the line of the stone's edge for a short distance
and then climb back down into its shadows. The descent proves
considerably more difficult than the ascent but after some careful
footwork you make it back to the floor of the canyon. The fires are
now behind you, the remainder of the canyon spreads ahead as a
series of jagged turns and corners. In the ruddy light of the flames
you move forward.
Turn to section 88.
13
The fortress stands as an impassable barrier, one that you cannot
overcome. Frustrated by such a circumstance you think quickly on
what you should do. You cannot go any further but there must be an
answer to this cold stone barrier. Whoever made it must have
provided a way to enter, it has just been cunningly hidden and is
beyond your knowledge to find. With nothing to lose you search the
stone along the base of the wall but find no sign of hidden doorways
or mechanisms. The canyon walls at either side give up no secret
entrances and once you are done you are convinced that no answers
lay here. If you are to find a way through the key must reside
elsewhere. For the moment you have met a dead-end.
Quickly you retrace your steps back to the fork in the canyon and
look down into the gloom of the smaller defile that runs into the west.
You have not been this way yet and there is little enough time left to
your quest. Perhaps you have missed something within its depths?
If you wish to make your way down this smaller defile turn to
section 87. If however, you see no value in this and would like to
return to the Shattereen turn to section 115.

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14
The combat is a brutal contest, the Ranger a skilled adversary who
does not fall until you strike him a lethal blow to the chest. This is
your first combat against a vehmin and you are surprised by how
difficult it was to put the man down. He fought well and you thank
the Fates for the training the old Shaman had given you. In the
aftermath of battle you stand over his body, breathing heavily in the
darkness, your breath fogging outwards in the cold air. But you
cannot remain here. The Rangers of the Watch act alone but there are
many of them, and you know that your approach will bring more of
them looking for you. This vehmin will not be the only one on the
move this night.
For a moment you consider if you should do anything with the
body. If this creature had been a Jotun he would be given a warrior's
burial but you do not have the time nor the inclination for the sacred
rituals. Instead you decide to return here if you survive your deskai,
and make preparation for the release of his spirit to his ancestors. It
is the least you can do for a fellow warrior.
It is as you consider the Ranger's torn body that a fragment of
sound wrapped within the bluster of the wind takes a hold of your
attention. Crouching upon the barren slope you listen intently, a
feeling of foreboding growing as you wait in the darkness. There is
something in the night and it is close. Without moving you give all
your attention to the shadows and it is only in a moment when the
bluster ebbs that you catch a rumour of movement overhead. Looking
up you find your worst fears betrayed as a large, dark shadow moves
against the stars.
Quietly you watch as a Rift Dragon glides silently overhead. It is a
monstrous beast that hunts upon the cold nights of the northern
mountains, and one that you know has no qualms at taking Oera'dim
for an easy meal. But in the darkness it must find you first. You are
exposed upon the hillside, however these Dragons use movement and
sound to detect their prey. If you are lucky and remain still the beast
will pass you by, its attention to be given to prey that is unaware of its
presence. At least that is your hope.
For some minutes the Dragon circles the edges of the Shattereen,
the easy strokes of its wings as it searches the ground giving no hint to
the ferocious and lethal nature of its hunt. In the shadows of the
outcrop you make no sound, your only option to wait for the creature
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Dragon turns into the south and disappears into the night. For a
further time you remain quiet, unsure as to its ability to detect your
presence if you move. Only when you feel sure that the beast has
made it to the peaks beyond do you rise and thank the Fates that it
has gone. Such a creature is one not that should be confronted alone.
Quickly you pull the Ranger's body into the shadows beneath the
rock outcrop and make your way back to the valley floor. The Temple
resides somewhere within this barren landscape and you must start
your search.
Will you make for the eastern canyon? If this is your choice turn to
section 10. If you choose to take the southern canyon turn to section
28. If the canyon to the west seems the better prospect turn to section
57.
15
In the few moments of opportunity that remain you know what it is
you must do. Carefully you approach the pool and look at the sword.
It is the emurion'ka, the Light of the World, and for reasons you
cannot fathom it has been given to you. In this dark place you need
only reach for it and it will be yours.
In the back of your mind however, the words of the Oracle are clear.
The emurion'ka will only remain whilst the moonlight illuminates the
pool, and until the sword is grasped by its hilt and pulled into your
existence it is but a reflection, one that can easily be dissipated if you
disturb the waters below it. Carefully you reach for the stonewood
sword but the pool is wide, the sword poised high above the still
waters. It is just out of reach.
Turn to section 80a.
16
In the darkness that envelops the canyon floor you fend off the
blows of the Ranger and counter-attack, throwing him backwards
into the dirt. In one fluid motion the black-clad vehmin rolls back to
his feet and attacks again, slashing downwards with his sword as he
rushes you. You have no doubt that this is going to be a hard-fought
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The Ranger is a skilled opponent however you have the advantage of

reach and you use it. With one sweeping blow you crush the man's
knee and send him crashing to the ground. One further blow and the
Ranger topples sideways, his shoulder and neck broken by a deadly
stroke he cannot defend against. It is a combat that is over before he
knew what hit him.
Quickly you search the body but find nothing of value to your quest.
At a less pressing time you would take the time to bury the warrior's
body and send him to his ancestors in a fitting manner, but now
provides no opportunity. Instead you draw blood and inscribe your
name across his forehead, so that if any of his brethren should find
him they will know who it was who prevailed here. Let them come for
you if they must. You will be glad to oblige them as well.
Once you have finished you retrieve your hammer and continue on
down the defile. It is a desolate place, one that provides little comfort,
and as you run it is only the rising moons that provide any light on
your progress. Against the horizon they shine as silver lamps in the
blackness of the night and you are grateful for their illumination.
More so, in fact, when you see the unexpected sight of the ground
shifting ahead of you. Upon the canyon floor the sand and dirt moves
in a patch of turned earth, this slight tremoring a clue to something
lurking beneath.
The shifting ground lays as a wide barrier that you will need to
cross. Will you carefully move to traverse the ground? If this is your
choice turn to section 32. If you would rather test the ground first by
throwing a stone onto its moving sands turn to section 52.
17
Your thirst is great and the water appears fresh and clear.
Carefully you submerge your cupped hands into its volume and drink
deeply of the cool liquid, rubbing your face clean as you do so. In an
instant you feel something tingling within you, a strange energy that
grows from the centre of your body and then spreads along your arms
and legs. Fatigue and injury seems to fall away as the water works
quickly at the core of your being. Startled by the sudden flash of
power that now circles like a vortex through your body you try and
back away, but find that your feet are rooted firmly to the floor of the
pool. You cannot move and the power now surges through your body,

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anchoring you in the waters as it does its work.

There is no chance that you can escape until whatever it is that
holds you chooses to let go, and it has not finished with you yet. Into
your mind the energy surges, flooding your thoughts with images and
voices, insinuating its way into the folds of your mind. Suddenly the
world around you changes, the tree no longer a silent form in the
darkness. Instead it shines brightly, throwing back the darkness and
gleaming with the light of a thousand burning stars. In an attempt to
cover your eyes you bring up your arm but realise that the images are
in your mind, and you are captive to them until the Tree itself decides
to release you. Then you hear the voice.
"Tansen'Delving," its proclaims in your mind, "Welcome to
Fael'nirion, the Well of Dreams. I see it in your mind that you are here
to find the Temple of the Moons and for this cause I have been
awakened to help you. You look for the Temple but know not where it
might be. I am here to tell you where it can be found, and offer the
key that will allow you access to its gate."
The voice is loud in your thoughts, a trumpeting chorus that cannot
be shut out. You try and break free of its bonds but it has you and it
will not let go.
"The Temple of the Moons can only be found beyond the walls of
Nem'haleen. If you are to find Rinfalen's Gate and gain entry to the
Temple then you will need the key to Nem'haleen. The Powers of this
world have decided that you, Tansen'Delving of Kraal Delving, are to
be the instrument of their will, and in their wisdom they have decided
that the key must be yours."
As the words echo in your thoughts you begin to see the Tree before
you change. As ice might melt in the heat of the day the Tree dissolves
away, falling into the black depths of the pool's waters. Immediately a
light grows within its stillness and you begin to make out shapes and
forms. The voice of the Well of Dreams continues as a parade of
images pass through the water.
"Nem'haleen can be found in the south, beyond the causeway that
brought you here and deep within the canyon you have previously
turned from. It is known that the last of the Trell'sara died upon the
walls of that fortress, and that his heart was cut from his living body
as a token of the new freedom earned for the Oera'dim. That heart
has been held here for millennia, the only relic of a people that have
passed from all knowledge and existence. It is the Coer'danith, the
Heart of the Lost that is your pass beyond the walls of Nem'haleen. It

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is the will of the Powers that it be given to you."

Out of the centre of the pool a red glow brightens then emerges
from its waters. It is the red gem that you saw embedded in the Tree
and as you watch it floats in your direction, settling carefully in the
palm of your hand.
"The Coer'danith is the key that will let you pass beyond the walls
that will bar your way Tansen'Delving. Guard it carefully, there will
be no hope for the success of your deskai without it."
With these last words the pool grows quiet. For a short time you
stand transfixed in the waters but slowly you feel the power of the
Well of Dreams leave you. In your hand you hold the Heart of the
Lost and this has not been the greatest boon given to you this night.
You now know where the Temple of the Moons is to be found. Now
you have a path to follow and no reason to delay.
You turn on your heel and leave the Well of Dreams. In your hand
you hold the Coer'danith, the Heart of the Lost, and this must be
recorded on your character sheet. The waters of the Well have also
restored six endurance points to your character. Record this as well,
but remember you cannot exceed your initial endurance level. When
this has been done it is time to continue your adventure by turning to
section 92.
18
Although it is curious that the piece of wood should be displayed in
such a fashion you see no reason to encumber yourself with it. Ahead
lies the object of your quest and you cannot delay any further. At the
run you head southwards, a wide opening in the foothills ahead your
objective. If Shan'dari is correct this is the valley that you must find if
you are to begin your search for the Temple of the Moons. It is an
unforgiving landscape that you hasten towards.
In the dark the mountains are jagged teeth, wrapped within deep
shadows that harbour both danger and death. About you there is no
movement, only the wind playing its eternal game with the sands of
the plains. It is quiet but you are wary nonetheless. The mountains of
the Great Rift are the home of the Rangers of the Watch, and within
the gloom of the great peaks you know that your progress is being
noted. There is only one barrier between the Jotun of the West and the
vehmin of the Four Nations to the south, and it is not the cold stone of
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passes of the Great Rift that keep the Jotun at bay, and any hordim
who underestimates their tenacity is doomed to a warrior's death at
the hands of a merciless enemy.
It takes a further hour for you to reach the valley opening. You find
as you pass within that it is the entrance to a wide enclosed area of
ground, bordered on all sides by the steep slopes of the foothills. In
the dark it is impossible to tell what might rest within its wind-swept
precincts, but time marches on and you must begin your search for the
Temple of the Moons.
You have found the valley known as the Shattereen and its barren
terrain beckons you. Will you make your way onto the open ground?
If this is your choice turn to section 4. If you would rather climb the
nearest slope and obtain a better view of the lay of the land turn to
section 77.
19
The beast proves a powerful adversary, a mass of writhing tentacles
that strikes relentlessly as it tries to overpower you. Against its many
limbs you wield your hammer, deflecting its blows and crushing its
tentacles but it proves impossible to escape its grasp. Pinned within a
roiling mass of snaking limbs you are pulled unconscious into its lair,
your doom to suffer a fate that cannot be recorded here as it is too
gruesome. In this life your deskai is over.
THE END
20
The Stone Guardians rush your position, their intent obvious as
they raise their swords to attack. In the darkness you stand your
ground, unwilling to take a backward step no matter how large the
opponents you face. Quickly you ready yourself, taking a tighter hold
upon your warhammer. In concert their weapons fall upon you and
the battle is joined.
Under the power of their blows you falter, but only for a moment.
The Guardians are old, but powerful opponents nonetheless. Against
their assault you fall back then attack again, swinging your hammer
in a wide arc as the Guardians try and force you from open ground
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size of the Guardians an advantage that has you constantly on the

defensive, using all the strength you have to deflect their enormous
blades. They are not however, without weakness of their own. A
single blow from your hammer has a startling effect upon the leg of
one of your foes. The Guardian's limb shatters in a shower of crystal
dust with the impact and it is then that the tide of the battle turns.
Quickly you take advantage of this weakness, attacking the other
and smashing one of its legs as well. Both Guardians struggle for
their footing as you advance upon them and it is only a matter of time
before they lay as piles of rubble in the darkness. You do not stop
though. The battle is only over when you are sure that they are
completely destroyed, and you hammer their remains until there is
little left that is recognisable. Only then do you look to the entrance
beyond and consider what it is that these obsidian warriors guard so
ruthlessly.
The ruins spread out before you, but it is the Temple at their centre
that beckons you forward.
Turn to section 82.
21
Carefully you keep to the edges of the moving ground, your footfalls
silent as you leave the shifting sand undisturbed. Quickly you move
on, giving no further thought to the strange nature of the phenomena.
In the darkness you run on, passing through the canyon and then out
into the open spaces of the Shattereen. You have been here before and
in the gloom of the early hours you take the time to rest, but only
enough to regain your breath.
The words of the Oracle were clear, the Word of Aggeron could be
found in the west, the Heart of the Lost in the south. Under the faint
light of a starlit sky you consider what you should do next.
If you have not yet found the Word of Aggeron then the western
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travelled this defile turn to section 57. If it is the second time then
turn to section 116. If you already possess the Word of Aggeron then
the Heart of the Lost can be found in the south and it is there that you
must now go. Turn to section 28.
21a
In a rush you make the entrance to the canyon and charge back
into its narrower confines. Behind you the Arachnari swarm into the
gap, the constricted space no hindrance in their headlong race to bring
you down. Quickly you dodge the rockfalls and scree slopes, hoping
that if you can make it back to the main canyon you might leave these
ravenous monsters behind. In the shadowed gloom you keep ahead of
the pursuing creatures, your desperation to escape driving you as you
scramble over scree slopes and around fallen stone. Behind you the
Arachnari are relentless, keeping pace as you slowly begin to feel
yourself tiring. Before you the defile remains clear but you know it
will be only a matter of time before the swarm will catch you. You
must think of something and quickly.
The answer comes as a moment of clarity in the midst of the wild
chase. Just ahead you see a small trickle of grit cascading off the
edges of the canyon wall and an idea forms. Taking your warhammer
you slam it into the stone and earth at your side and watch as a large
section of the wall begins to give way. Running along the edge of the
defile you throw all the strength you have into destabilising the loose
canyon edges. Behind you the Arachnari continue their pursuit but as
you pound at the rock there comes a great tremor in the ground. At
your back the crumbling canyon begins to fall in on itself, a huge
cloud of dust billowing into the air as the cliffs on both sides of the
defile give way. Within this melee of smashing rock the Arachnari try
and escape but are caught in a thundering wave of falling stone. As
you look back you see all your pursuers disappearing beneath a thick
wall of dust and cannot help but find satisfaction in their demise.
Unfortunately you have not yet found safety from the dangers of this
place.
In a crashing wave of sliding stone the canyon continues to collapse,
the edges of the cliffs at both sides of the defile falling in a deafening
thunder as they march towards you. Turning on your heel you run,
the avalanche of stone at your back as you race for the larger canyon
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scramble over the boulder mounds to make your escape. In a roil of

pounded grit you tumble down the other side of the mounds and come
to a standstill in a pile of loose earth.
For a moment you lay still, the sounds of collapsing stone still
echoing in the distance as you try and regain your breath. Looking up
at the stars you thank the Fates for your deliverance and then stand, a
shower of dust and pulverised stone falling away as you rise. Dusting
yourself off you smile and consider for a short time just how lucky you
were. There is no time for rest however. Nem'haleen must be found at
the end of this larger gorge and it is where you must now go.
The canyon continues as a winding path into the south and you
make your passage at the run, ever watchful for danger as your
footfalls sound out in the darkness. The night is cool, the wind a
constant companion as you run, and in the silvered light of the moons
you search out each fracture in the ground, looking for any sign of the
ancient temple that is your goal. More than once you stop to explore a
break in the canyon's walls, or the possible arch of a hidden doorway,
but there is nothing that proves to be an entrance to the Temple or the
fortress you seek. It is only when you find your way through a hatch
of ravines and gullies that you are confronted by a wide wall of stone
that cuts across the entire canyon. In short order you come to a halt,
your way barred by a massive stone wall that sits across the breadth
of the canyon. It is an effective barrier to any further passage
southwards.
For a moment you consider what confronts you. The wall is made
of cut stone blocks more than twenty metres high, capped with
battlements and two stone towers that reach up from the canyon wall
at either end. There is no gate, window or ramp to indicate any way
through, only a small plinth of white marble stands before it,
unmarked and cleanly cut, with a small inset carved into its upper
surface. It is a formidable fortress that bars your way, and as you
study its impressive battlements you realise that this is indeed
Nem'haleen, the last stronghold of the Trell'sara. All the stories of
your people have not done it justice however. Before you it stands
untouched by the long years that have passed since the extinction of
the Fallen Masters. Its carved walls resplendent with huge images of
warrior-priests in triumphant procession. Confronted by its grandeur
you have little doubt that this is that ancient sanctuary.
Cautiously you approach the wall and inspect it more closely. The
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either end have been cunningly excavated so that there is no way of

circumventing the fortress. If you are to go any further southwards
you will have to find a way through.
If you have the Heart of the Lost in your possession turn to section
74. If you do not have this talisman in your possession go to section
13.
22
In the boulder's shadow you wait quietly as the Dragon searches
the canyon to the south. Over the bluster of the wind you can hear the
great beast moving along the crest of the canyon walls, looking for
that one movement that will tell it where you are.
For your part you cannot afford even the slightest noise so you wait,
listening intently as the serpent keeps to its search. It is a stalemate
that cannot last long but you have little choice. There is no way that
you can kill such a powerful foe and in the confines of this defile there
is no safe way of avoiding it either. For some time you wait, listening
to the rise and fall of the wind and the constant trickle of moving sand
and falling stone. It is a wait that you find hard to endure but after a
while you realise you can hear the Dragon no more.
Carefully you take hold of your warhammer and consider whether
it is safe to move on. Your only hope has been that the Rift Dragon
will tire of its search and decide that easier pickings can be found
elsewhere, but these serpents are not your normal predator. They are
as smart as any Voor'cat and just as persistent. Until you leave the
shadows of this huge rock you cannot be sure that the beast has
actually left, or if it is instead lying in wait for you.
With your hammer in hand you make ready to move. To stay
hidden will mean the failure of your deskai, and an exile that you
cannot endure. It is time to move on. But something tells you to stay
your hand and in that moment of indecision the Dragon makes its
reappearance. Like a descending cloud the beast glides in on the
wind, following the canyon in a whispering rush of air that ends as it
settles down upon the cliff-face directly above your position. Again
you are forced to remain silent, a quiet shadow within the greater
gloom of the canyon.
The Dragon looks up and down the defile, ever vigilant for a sign of
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snorting through its long nostrils as it samples the air. Somehow it

does not find you. Perhaps the wind is too strong, masking both the
sounds of your breathing or the sweat of your body as you lay
watching the beast. The Fates are with you this day however.
From somewhere far to the east you hear another sound, this one
far more familiar. It is the screeching call of a flock of Kreel on the
wing, making their way towards the southern mountains. Flying
reptiles not unlike the Rift Dragons they are much smaller, and a
favoured prey for the beast that now rests so close to your hiding
place. Instinctively the Dragon rises into the air, the sight of dozens of
far more substantial prey too good to let pass unharried.
Without a sound the serpent wings its way eastwards, keeping low
to the ground as it begins its hunt for a new meal. Immediately you
rise from your hiding place and dust yourself off. Such good fortune
cannot be squandered and with no reason to delay any further you
move off southwards down the canyon, glad that there was no need to
confront such a lethal predator. With hammer in hand you run into
the gloom and find yourself with a new choice to make. The canyon
stands before you as a fork in the road. The main canyon continues
south but another defile splits off to the south-west.
If you wish to continue southwards down the main canyon turn to

section 30. If you would rather take the path that leads westwards
turn to section 87.
23
In the dark you can discern little. Within a shallow alcove in the
canyon wall there stands the remains of an arched doorway, half-
obscured by broken stone and years of wind-borne dust and earth.
Around the edges of the arch there are inscribed the worn and
weathered symbols of a language you do not understand, the lettering
almost indistinct against the crumbling stone. Only one symbol
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Trell'sara. You have seen markings like this before. It wards you to
keep out.
Carefully you pull some of the broken stone away and peer through
the archway. Beyond the threshold lies a long corridor that reaches
deep into the stone before disappearing into darkness. It is hard to tell
but there seems to be the faint flicker of a light somewhere within its
gloom.
Do you wish to investigate this light? If this is your choice turn to

section 33. If you would rather leave it and move on turn to section
84.
24
There is much you do not understand about your deskai, but there
is one thing that has been drummed into you since you were taken as
a Birthling from Gorgoroth; everything in this world has a meaning
and a purpose. You take up the weathered piece of wood and check it
more carefully. The string and feathers have been arranged at its end
in the fashion of a Jotun healing stick, and although it seems to hold
no power your intuition tells you that it is important. In the recesses
of your thoughts a memory grows stronger, and with the stick in your
hands you recall something about the fears of the dead, and the
power of that which promotes life to ward against them. It is a vague
memory but one that you find difficult to ignore. (If you wish to keep
the healing stick record this item on your character sheet before you
continue.)
Ahead lay the mountains of the Great Rift, a vast range of jagged
peaks that act as the barrier between the Hordim of the north and the
lands of the vehmin to the south. In the passage of three lifetimes of
the Jotun no Hordim has passed into those lands and returned to give
the telling of his exploits, but such a passage is not for you. It is at the
foothills of these great mountains that your objective resides and with
no time to spare you move forward at the run.
It is another hour before you begin to see within the gloom ahead
the first inklings of an opening in the hills. This is where you must go,
but it is now that you must be most vigilant. Within the high eyries of
these mountains can be found many eyes, all watching the plains
below, guarding against the encroachment of any hordim from the
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their dedication to their duty defending the Southlands. You have no

doubt that your approach has been noted.
When you reach the opening you find it is the entrance to a wide
valley, bordered on all sides by the steep slopes of the foothills that
guard the larger peaks of the mountains beyond. This is indeed the
Shattereen, an ancient battleground that has lain barren and lifeless
for centuries. It is too dark to see what resides at the other end of this
open ground but you must decide quickly what your next move will
be.
Will you go straight in and see what awaits you? If this is your
choice turn to section 4. If you would rather climb the nearest slope
and attempt to gain a better view of the ground ahead turn to section
77.
25
In the red glare of the cauldron at your back the obsidian statues
glow with an inner fire that sends a cold shudder down your spine.
Translucent in the light you have no doubt that they have a
malevolent intent, and given the chance they mean to do you harm.
Quickly you run for the only exit from the Hall. In the midst of the
awakening giants you do not stop or deviate from your path, and
when you reach the passage to the outer world you keep on going. In
a flurry of broken rock and crumbled earth you push your way back
out beyond the archway and land heavily on the canyon floor. It
cannot be said that you have made a dignified exit from the hall, but
you are alive and in the dark of the enclosing canyon walls you brush
yourself down and check that you have not lost anything in your
escape.
To your dismay you find that you have lost one of your Nahla
cakes. It is only a small loss but one that you may live to regret later.
(Adjust your character sheet to reflect this loss.) After ensuring your
other possessions are secure you take hold of your warhammer and
continue on, heading eastwards into the face of the rising moons.
Turn to section 47.

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26
You consider the wall of flames before you and can see no way
around them. In the glare of the conflagration you survey the walls of
the canyon but they are too eroded, too broken by time to provide any
possibility of climbing around the fires. Even from where you stand
you can feel the heat against your face and you know you cannot
simply run through them. With few choices available you decide to
return to the main valley and try another of the canyons. Perhaps an
easier path can be found within one of those defiles. Frustrated by the
delay you turn on your heel and retrace your steps back to the barren
floor of the Shattereen.
Turn to section 109.
27
As the stone hits the ground the earth before you erupts in an
explosion of flailing tentacles and oozing fluid. From out of a deep
hole in the canyon floor a creature drags itself into the moonlight, and
framed within a cloud of dust and sand you see the true nature of
what confronts you. The beast is a monstrosity of snakelike limbs and
gelatinous ooze that advances upon you, grasping out blindly in an
attempt to take hold of you. Huge tentacles swipe their way from left
to right across the canyon floor and in the darkness you deftly avoid
any contact with them. The creature means to have you for its next
meal and will not let you pass. It will need to be taught a lesson.
This Sandlurker has a CV of 16 and endurance of 24. If you survive

three combat rounds turn to section 62. If you succumb to the beast's
writhing tentacles within these three rounds turn to section 19.
28
The southern canyon extends deep into the mountains, a cragged
defile of split stone enclosed within high walls of crumbling earth and
tortured spires of wind-blown rock. In the light of the rising moons
you can see little within its shadows but enter it you must. This is the
way you have chosen and with warhammer ready in your hands you
make your way inside.
If this is the first time you have entered the southern canyon turn to
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29
You look at the stone circle and know for a certainty that this is
Rinfalen's Gate. It is the entranceway to the Temple of the Moons and
you have the key that will allow entry. As the vapours swirl within the
stone you begin to feel a great heat emanating from your forearm.
The closer you walk towards the Gate the hotter and more insistent
the feeling grows that it is the symbol burned into your arm that will
allow you passage. You step through the Gate and in that instant the
world as you know it disappears.
In a blinding flare of energy you feel a great power take hold of
your body. In a void of swirling light you float suspended before an
irresistible force grabs a hold of you and drags you back into the
world. Within the echo of a single heartbeat you fall onto a solid floor
of cold stone and lay still, the shock of your passage enough to sap the
strength from your body. But only for a moment.
Carefully you rise from the floor, your limbs suddenly weak and
leaden, but you have found your Temple. Within a wide circular
space you stand and consider what you have discovered. Behind you
looms a ring of stone similar to that you have just walked through.
Around the walls of the chamber are spaced carved columns of pure
white stone, and overhead the roof rises as a vaulted ceiling to a point
some distance above. It is however, what lays at the centre of the
chamber that interests you most. In the semi-darkness you can see a
pool of still, dark water.
Illuminated only by a single shaft of moonlight that shines from
high above, the chamber is dark and as silent as a graveyard. In the
gloom you see the thin shard of moonlight tracking across the floor
towards the pool. As you watch the light reaches the pool's edge and
with its first contact the entire chamber comes to life.
Beneath your feet you feel the tremors of a vibration that quickly
builds in the stone about you. At all sides the columns that line the
chamber begin to glow, mirroring the intensifying shaft of light that
now shines down upon the pool. All around you the air that had been
still now begins to move, increasing in speed as it spirals within the
perimeter of the Temple. With ever increasing force you can feel the
chamber coming to life, the thin beam of moonlight powering the
great forces that now move to bring something new into the world. It
is then that you see the faintest hint of a shape forming in the air
above the pool. Quickly it coalesces into the hard edges of a
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winds in the chamber gather even greater intensity. Within the gales
you remain steadfast, watching as the sword moves from some other
existence into yours. Then in a final furious bluster the winds falter,
fading away as the Temple once again becomes quiet. The sword
remains however, and as you watch the shaft of moonlight inches its
way across the surface of the pool.
Have you spoken with the Oracle at the Temple of the Two Suns? If
you have turn to section 15. If you have not turn to section 41.
30
The canyon continues as a winding path into the south and you
make your passage at the run, ever watchful for danger as your
footfalls sound out in the darkness. The night is cool, the wind a
constant companion as you run, and in the silvered light of the moons
you search out each fracture in the ground, looking for any sign of the
ancient temple that is your goal. More than once you stop to explore a
break in the canyon's walls, or the possible arch of a hidden doorway,
but there is nothing that proves to be an entrance to the Temple or the
fortress you seek. It is only when you find your way through a hatch
of ravines and gullies that you are confronted by a wide wall of stone
that cuts across the entire canyon. In short order you come to a halt,
your way barred by a massive stone wall that sits across the breadth
of the canyon. It is an effective barrier to any further passage
southwards.
For a moment you consider what confronts you. The wall is made
of cut stone blocks more than twenty metres high, capped with
battlements and two stone towers that reach up from the canyon wall
at either end. There is no gate, window or ramp to indicate any way
through, only a small plinth of white marble stands before it,
unmarked and cleanly cut, with a small inset carved into its upper
surface. It is a formidable fortress that bars your way, and as you
study its impressive battlements you realise that this is indeed
the Fallen Masters. Its carved walls resplendent with huge
representations of warrior-priests in triumphant procession.
Confronted by its grandeur you have little doubt that this is that

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ancient sanctuary.
Cautiously you approach the wall and inspect it more closely. The
cut stone affords no foothold for climbing and the canyon walls at
either end have been cunningly excavated so that there is no way of
circumventing the fortress. If you are to go any further southwards
you will have to find a way through.
If you have the Heart of the Lost in your possession turn to section
74. If you do not have this talisman in your possession go to section
13.
30a
Upon the canyon floor you come to a stop and have a closer look at
the break in the wall to your left. Within the shadows you can just
make out the indistinct lines of another path leading to the south-
east, hidden by fallen stone and a jumble of large boulders that on a
darker night would have gone unseen. Carefully you inspect the piles
of stone and find that it is possible to take this path. It is a way you
have not yet explored.
Pushing aside a few of the smaller stones you scramble over the
remnants of a huge rockfall and find yourself upon the floor of
another defile. Bordered by crumbling walls and long slides of
collapsed stone it is still a way forward and you take it quickly. About
you the world moves swiftly. At the run you follow the line of the
canyon until it opens up into a large circular space and it is here that
you come to a halt. It appears that you have found a dead end but
there is something here nonetheless. On all sides of the broad curving
valley are holes, large and ill-made but spaced about the
circumference of the cliffs in three irregular tiers. Quickly you count a
small portion of the shadowed caves and realise that there must be
hundreds of them. You have indeed found something, though you are
not quite sure exactly what it might be.
With warhammer in hand you search out the edges of the cliffs,
looking for any clue of what might have made the burrows but there
is nothing, until the faintest of sounds echoes out upon the winds. It is
just a series of clicks, as two sticks might make when struck together,
but it is enough to send you running for the canyon behind you.
From all sides large spider-like creatures disgorge themselves from
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towards you. In a wave of chattering clicks and grasping limbs the

Arachnari take up the pursuit, quickly forming an advancing line that
leaves only one small avenue of escape. They have not yet reached the
exit and it will take all the speed you have left to you to outrun them.
You have stumbled into an Arachnari Hive and there is not an

Oera'dim in the world foolish enough to attempt to stand and fight.
Test your Strength and Agility attributes. If you fail either of these
tests turn to section 116a. If you are successful in both tests turn to
section 21a.
31
You look at the piece of wood and wonder at its purpose. It looks
like an old Jotun healing stick but as you hold it you can feel no magic
within it. It is an innocuous thing, something you would not expect
out here in the borderlands however you pick it up and place it in
your belt anyway. You cannot say what might lay ahead and it may
prove useful to you. (Record the piece of wood as a part of your notes)
You cannot delay here any further though. Ahead you see a wide
opening in the mountains of the Rift. Against the horizon the summits
are dark jagged teeth, snow-capped and the domain of the vehmin of
the south, but it is the opening that must be your new goal. If
Shan'dari is correct then somewhere within the canyons ahead is the
Temple you seek. Quickly you break into a run and once again are
swallowed up within the expanses of the wastelands.
For a further hour you run into the south, watching as the dark
shadows of the mountains loom before you. It is now that you must
be most vigilant. It is said that every crack in the Great Rift is home to
a pair of watchful eyes, ready to bring a swift death to any Jotun that
ventures too close to the lands of Men. From an early age you have
heard tales of the Rangers of the Watch, hardy fighters who guard the
narrow trails and mountain passes of the western Rift. For the Jotun
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run you know that somewhere within the crags and outcrops of these
mountains at least one of the Rangers will be watching, recording
your progress as you make for the canyons ahead.
In the darkness you reach the opening in the hills and find it is the
entrance to a wide area of open ground, bordered on all sides by steep
slopes. For a moment you consider the lay of the land.
You have found the broad valley known as the Shattereen, an

ancient battleground that spreads into the darkness southwards. Will
you move forward onto its open ground? If this is your choice turn to
section 4. If you would rather climb the nearest slope and try for a
better view of the surrounding terrain turn to section 77.
32
You have never seen anything like this before but you cannot afford
for it to delay your progress. Not wishing to discover what might lay
beneath you make your way around the borders of the shifting
ground. It is a process that is slow however, the ground extending
across most of the width of the canyon and leaving you with little
room to find a solid footfall..
Test your Agility attribute. If you are successful turn to section 21.
If you are not turn to section 55.
33
The light beckons as a sliver of hope that the Temple of the Moons
may be found within. It is definitely something worth investigation,
and in the darkness you carefully remove more of the stone. Broken
rock covers most of the entryway and it takes you a few minutes to
pull enough of it away to provide a way in. For a moment you stand
in the night air and listen intently, searching for any sign that the noise
of your labours might have brought unwanted attention upon you.
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gentle bluster of the wind as it funnels down the canyon. Reassured

that you are indeed still alone you climb into the dark opening.
Beyond the threshold you find the passage cramped and strewn
with debris. Standing with the cool stone close about, you look down
the long corridor and wait as your eyes adjust to the gloom. As you
begin to see more of the way ahead it becomes evident that this
delving is ancient. The walls reach up to a pointed vault overhead
and all its surfaces are covered with finely carved decorative reliefs.
Such works of art are of little interest to you however, your mind is too
focused on the success of your quest to notice the intricate detail
woven into the carved stone. At the end of the passage the light grows
ever brighter and you carefully make your way forward, following its
length for some distance before emerging into a wide hall, some eighty
metres in length and twenty metres in width.
For a moment you pause to take in the grandeur of your
surroundings. Along the length of both walls stand huge obsidian
statues, representations of cloaked and hooded warriors, each holding
the rusted remains of swords and spears at the ready. Overhead the
hall is ablaze with light, its vaulted ceiling awash with colour as its
polished surfaces dance with the reflected brilliance of a huge
cauldron of fire that burns brightly at its far end. As you stand in the
hall you can see the cauldron's fire intensifying, spreading deep
shadows across the walls and illuminating the statues in a wash of
red and orange light. You take a few steps further into the hall and
watch as the cauldron burns all the brighter on your approach.
In the cauldron's reddish glare you can see clearly that this is not
the Temple of the Moons. There is no well, nor any of the motifs that
would signify this hall as the Temple. If you wish to leave now turn to
section 38. If the cauldron intrigues you and warrants further
investigation turn to section 65. If however the statues pique your
curiosity you may instead turn to section 93.
34
The combat is short, but too late you realise you are fighting at a
huge disadvantage. On the unstable ground you cannot use your
height or strength to proper advantage, and your adversary knows the
terrain. The Ranger is too swift, too practised in the deadly art of his
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your defences. Staggering backwards from a mortal wound you fall

down the slope, taking with you a landslide of broken stone and earth
that envelops your body as you tumble limply into the shadows of the
valley floor below. In the quiet of the night your blood drains into the
desiccated earth, your only consolation that you have died a warrior's
death, and that your spirit will now go on to reside in the halls of your
ancestors. In this life your deskai is over.
THE END
35
The passage reaches deep in the stone before meeting with a wide
stairway. At this point you pause for a moment and regain your
breath. In the dark you can hear little except the sounds of the stone
moving about you. It is not a good sign. As you have made your way
along this corridor you have seen enough to know that this delving is
truly ancient, made in a time long before the rising of the Oera'dim,
and with the capacity to collapse in on itself at any moment. The
stairway ahead seems little better, and but for the fact that you have
nowhere else to go you would not be using it. But such things cannot
be helped. You decide that it will be for the Fates to decide if you will
die here or not.
Carefully you try the stairs and find them safe enough. The steps
lead downwards, turning in a wide spiral before stopping at a
landing. From this small alcove another passage leads once again
eastwards, keeping only a slight incline as it searches deep into the
rock. You travel along this corridor until you run up against a slab of
stone and it is here that you come to a halt. There is no further way
forward, the slab a solid wall that seals the end of the passage. You
have come to a dead end.
Slumping against the nearest wall you think on what you should
do. There is a chance that the stone can be smashed but a cursory
blow with your warhammer shows it to be thick and unyielding. It
may be that you have no option but to return to the Hall and try and
find another way out. It is a possibility that leaves you fuming with
frustration. One final time you hit the slab and this time you vent
your anger upon it, smashing the metal-edged weapon hard upon the
smooth rock. Under the circumstances it is not the best thing you
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From somewhere in the passage behind you a deep rumble grows,

building quickly into a crashing turmoil of falling stone and choking
dust. In that instant you flatten yourself against the rock slab and
wait for the inevitable stroke of tonnes of stone crushing the life from
your body. In a cloud of dust you open one eye to find the collapse
has ended a few metres from your position. Before you lies a wall of
smashed stone and no way that you can retrace your steps. With
nowhere to go you squat against the stone slab and resign yourself to
a long, slow death at the hands of starvation.
For a short time you remain still, but you are a Jotun of the West
and while there is breath in your body there is hope. In the total dark
you feel out the stone slab and begin hammering at its centre. If there
is a chance that you can smash your way out, then you will do it or die
trying.
The slab is thick and it will take great strength and endurance to
break it. Test your strength attribute. If you are successful turn to
section 54. It you fail this test turn to section 66.
36
In a starlit night the two statues stand as huge forms in the
darkness, their obsidian surfaces as depthless as an abyss. Carefully
you approach them, studying the exquisite detail carved into their
stone and wondering at their purpose. They are carved as huge robed
warriors, their faces obscured beneath hoods that cover their heads
completely. It is their weapons however, that prove to be the most
interesting. In black crystalline hands their swords shine as if brand
new, reflecting the light of the stars as pinpoints of glimmering light.
Why statues should be equipped with such fine weaponry escapes
you, but as you ponder their artifice the reason becomes clear.
Ponderously the Stone Guardians begin to move, throwing off
centuries of dust as they strive to fulfil the only purpose of their
existence. They are here to stop any who might wish to enter, and
with the passing of the millennia they have not faltered in that duty.
With increasing speed the two giants step from their foundations and
test the strength of their sword-arms before turning towards you.
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curses. Instead they charge, their movements as fluid as flowing water.

In a rush they fall upon you.
These Stone Guardians are formidable opponents. They must be

fought as separate combatants, a separate round of combat being
fought for each in turn. They each have a combat value of 18 but
endurance points of only 2. Millennia standing guard at the entrance
to the ruins has left them brittle and easily smashed, unable to
withstand the impact of your hammer. Their weapons though are
serviceable and razor-sharp. A few good hits will bring them down,
you need only survive their attacks long enough to destroy them. If
you win this combat turn to section 20. If you lose this combat then
you must turn to section 45.
37
You have been this way before and the canyon reaches out as a long
jagged cut in the earth that lies eroded and crumbling at every corner.
Carefully you make your way forward but this time the moons have
risen much higher in the sky, their light illuminating the canyon floor
and brightening the way ahead. The light is of some help but as the
moons rise higher into the night sky you know the time left to you to
complete your deskai grows shorter. With this thought in mind you
increase your pace and take a tighter grip upon the haft of your
hammer.
Turn to section 81.
38
For a moment you survey the hall. It is a remarkable find, one
which the old Shaman would consider worthy of further investigation,
but it is not what you seek, it is not the Temple of the Moons. Without
hesitation you turn about and retrace your steps to the outside world.
In a flurry of dirt and scattering stone you push your way back
through the entryway and out into the dark night air. Once you have
cleared the arch you pause and listen to the sounds of the canyon and
the sky above. In this small part of the world you are alone, and with
no time to waste you turn to your chosen path. In the face of the
rising moons you continue on eastwards.
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39
There seems little that might be found here but there is something
familiar about this place, even though you are sure you have never
travelled this way before. Mindful of your pressing need to find the
Temple you decide that any search will have to be quick. The
amphitheatre proves to be an eroded jumble of fractured stone and
loose footings, but half hidden by a slide of fallen rock you find the
opening to a dark passage, one that reaches far into the earth beneath
the arena.
If you wish to make your way inside and have spoken previously
with the Oracle of the Two Suns turn to section 100. If you wish to
make your way inside but have not spoken with the Oracle turn to
section 111. If however you have little interest in the passage and
would rather read the metal plaque turn to section 96. If you believe
there is nothing here in the arena of interest you can return to the
Shattereen by turning to section 11.
40
Although you are surprised by the use of your name you have
nothing to lose by answering the voice. Immediately the interior of the
Temple bursts into life, the raised pool of liquid shining out in ripples
of light that throw long shadows out into the night. For a moment you
stand your ground but when nothing happens you move inside.
Within the shrine the pool is a pulsing web of light and colour that
quickly takes a hold of your senses. You do not feel as if you are in
any danger but the energy in the pool grows stronger, pulling you
towards it even as you struggle to break from its grasp. It is then that
the voice speaks again.
"Tansen'Delving."
You respond quickly for that is indeed your name, and in answer
the robed statue comes to life, stepping from its base and running its
hand through the pool as it walks towards you. The form grows in
size as it approaches and in the light of the temple your grab the hilt
of your warhammer all the tighter. It is not the menacing form of the
approaching figure that keeps you transfixed however. In the ripples
of the pool caused by the spectre's passing you begin to see vague
apparitions forming in the ruins outside. Light streams through finely
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moving light and shade out into the darkness and in this display the
plain comes to life.
Before you a great battle unfolds. Immediately you recognise the
standards and armour of your own brethren the Jotun. Beside them
stand the Hresh'na and the Ahmutani and all about you there is
fighting and chaos. The images come in bursts of light that constantly
change as you watch. You cannot say why but you know it is a battle
between the Oera'dim and the Trell'sara, and it is one that your
brethren are winning. In a rush the Trell'sara are surrounded and
overwhelmed, their numbers cut to pieces as the Hresh'na flow over
them like a tide. It is a breathtaking sight, one that has your warrior's
blood pounding in your veins. You do not realise it until the vision
ends that the hooded figure is now standing at your side.
"Do you know what it is that you have just witnessed?" asks the
figure, its voice a rasping whisper.
You shake your head but reply that it must be a battle from the
great Insurrection that overthrew the Fallen Masters.
The figure nods its head and turns towards you.
"What you have seen is the most important battle of the war that
threw down the Ancients. On this very ground the last great battle of
the Insurrection took place, and it is here that the Jotuni gained
possession of the emurion'ka. These ruins are all that remains of the
Temple of Two Suns, the vaellim'nar'dorum, and it is here that I have
awaited your coming. I am the Oracle of this place and although you
do not know it you are here for a reason."
The Oracle turns again to look out into the night and again the pool
bursts into brighter light. Out upon the plain a new vision erupts but
this time it is a vision of catastrophe. On a vast green plain you see
your brethren dying, overwhelmed themselves by the armies of the
vehmin. In the distance you see the smoking remains of a small
fortified settlement, but it is the carnage of the battle that holds you.
Thousands of Jotun and Hresh'na fall beneath advancing lines of
axemen and the mounted troops of the men of the south. Without
hope of victory you see the standards of your people trampled beneath
the overwhelming power of your enemies. It is a sight that sickens
you, but thankfully it must be endured for only a short time.
The Oracle waves his arm and again the night is dark. He has a
message for you and does not allow you to speak.
"Tansen'Delving, in this place you have seen great triumph and
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of your people's acquisition of the stonewood sword known as the

emurion'ka. On the other you have seen the circumstances of its
taking from you by the men of the south. Do not think that your
deskai is only about your right of passage as a warrior. The Powers of
this world have deemed it necessary that another emurion'ka be
brought into the world, and they have laid it at your feet to collect it."
You are not sure you understand exactly what the Oracle means
but he does not allow you to question his words.
"Within the Temple of the Moons can be found the Well of Elanna.
It will be there that you will find the emurion'ka, bathed in moonlight
and available only for the taking whilst that light shines upon it. To
find the Temple of the Moons you must have two things in your
possession; the Word of Aggeron and the Heart of the Lost. The first
can be found in the west, the other in the south. With these you can
gain access to the Temple. With these you can reach for the
emurion'ka and claim it as your own. To you I have only one word of
warning. The Well of Elanna keeps the stonewood sword in this
world. Do not disturb its waters or else all will be lost. It is your task
to find it."
The Oracle's words echo within the Temple and as they are lost to
the winds, so does he also fade into darkness. About you the night
crowds in as the rippling light of the pool extinguishes and then winks
out. You are once again alone in a world of shadows and moonlight.
In a daze you step out into the night air and descend the steps into
the ruins below. It is clear that you have been given a greater task to
complete than the simple exercise of your deskai. You shake your
head as you realise that the old Shaman must have known. There
could be no other explanation for his haste in having brought you so
far south. You decide that if you survive you will find him and beat
the truth out of his weathered hide.
Given what you have already experienced on your quest so far you
know you must go elsewhere to find the Temple of the Moons. One of
the other canyons holds that secret place. It is not here.
Record that you have spoken with the Oracle of the Two Suns and
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41
You look upon the sword in wonder but cannot recognise it for
what it is. In the bright shards of moonlight that reflect from its
carved surfaces you stand waiting to see what might happen next, and
watch as the shaft of light that brought it into existence moves from
the pool and disappears into darkness. For a moment the vision of the
sword lingers but then also fades and is gone.
In the absolute darkness that remains you move over to the pool
and take the drink of water that signifies the successful completion of
your deskai. For all the hardship and danger that has come with your
quest you cannot help but feel as if you have missed something
important. But that cannot be a consideration for you now. It is time
for you to return to the old Shaman and proclaim your right of
passage fulfilled. All you need do is leave the Temple.
Turning, you make your way back to the stone ring that had
transported you here. In the darkness you can see little, but with your
hands you feel for the gate and find instead that there is no feeling of
power in your forearm. The Word of Aggeron is not working. For a
moment your mind races. Perhaps you have done something wrong?
Perhaps you were supposed to do something with the sword? These
are questions that run though your mind but there are no answers.
All you have about you is the cold stone and the darkness, and neither
is telling you anything.
Anxious now that you might have been led into a trap you try and
remember all that you saw of the chamber when it was illuminated.
There were no other exits, of this you are sure, but in a state of
increasing desperation you search the entire boundary of the Temple
until you must face an appalling truth. There is no way out.
Your deskai may have been completed but a far greater destiny
remains unfulfilled. In the solid prison that the Temple of the Moons
has now become there is no chance of escape, no chance of rescue.
Within these walls you must now begin the long road that will
ultimately take you to the halls of your ancestors.
THE END

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42
The Shades are incorporeal forms that have no substance or
weakness. With a stroke of your warhammer you find its heavy
metalwork passing through the beings as it might pass through
smoke. Before you the Shades advance but their weapons are real
enough. By whatever magic that binds them, these tortured
reflections hold within ethereal hands weapons of iron that will cut
you down if you give them the chance. For a moment you back up,
trying to find a way past them and out of the arena, but there is no
way through. If you are to escape this place you will have to fight
your way out. It is not going to be easy.
Your opponents must be fought as a single entity but they cannot be

hurt nor disarmed. All you can do is block their attacks and hope that
you can remain alive in the process. To escape the arena you must
survive eight rounds of combat. If this can be done you will have
fought your way across its barren floor and made it back to the
canyon entrance. The Shades have a combat value of 14 and have no
endurance points. They are already dead and cannot be harmed by
your weapon. Conduct the combat rounds as per normal but only the
Shades can cause harm. If you have the skill to survive the eight
rounds turn to section 110. If you succumb to their numbers within
the eight rounds turn to section 104. Note that the Critical Hit rule
does not apply in this circumstance.
43
In the shadows you wait as the dark form of the Ranger appears
upon the crest of the slope above your position. As he slowly rises into
view you are surprised at how small the vehmin is, how insubstantial
a form he presents in the quiet of the night. You are not however, so
foolhardy as to assume that such a man will be an easy kill. First you
must watch and see what he will do, whether he will pass you by and
move on further into the valley below, or if he is indeed looking for
you.
The Ranger moves as smoke in the wind, a silent assassin who
leaves no trace of his passage upon the unstable scree as he works his
way down the hillside. You watch him carefully and see in his
movements a warrior dedicated to his cause, with all the skill and
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one pass.
Whether he will let you go is another matter. A moment of
inattention allows the haft of your warhammer to scrape softly
against the stone at your back and in the dark it sounds out as a
whisper within the wind. It is enough to bring the Ranger to a halt.
Test your luck. If you are lucky then turn to section 61. If you prove
unlucky turn to section 6.
44
With little choice you begin the climb, moving carefully along the
face of the canyon wall, picking your footholds as you attempt to
navigate a way over and around the flames. In the light of the
conflagration at your back it is an exertion that taxes all the skill you
can bring to the task. Handhold by handhold you inch across the
crumbling surface, taking what purchase you can from the unstable
rock. It takes time but you find a way up the canyon wall and then
along its upper reaches. It is your hope that you can move beyond the
reach of the flames and then drop back to the canyon floor.
Unfortunately traversing the fires will not be that easy.
At the highest point of your climb you reach for an exposed piece of
stone, one large enough to hold your weight and allow you to swing
across a wide area of crumbled earth. You test its ability to take your
weight, and satisfied that it can, move to reach for your next purchase.
In that instant your foothold falls away, and as you grab for the
handhold it also pulls from the face, dropping you outwards into clear
air.
If you have a flashcharge in your possession turn to section 103a. If

you do not turn to section 44a.
44a
It takes only a second for you to fall back to earth. In a moment of
surety that you are about to be consumed by the flames you resign
yourself to your fate. And then you hit ground. With a chest crushing
impact you strike earth but feel nothing but the hard caress of broken
stone. Within the midst of the fires you raise yourself and await the
agonies of immolation but they do not come. There is heat but the

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flames are an illusion, a barrier of magic rather than of reality.

Quickly you step from the conflagration and try and recover your
breath. The fires may have not been real but the fall was, and it has
left you winded and in need of a few minutes to recover.
As you regain your breath you watch the fires more closely and
shake your head in disbelief. You can feel the heat emanating from
the flames but it is not enough to harm, it is only enough to reinforce
the illusion. You cannot think why it might have been placed here but
it was certainly good enough to fool you. In the shadows of the night
you pull your warhammer from its fastenings at your back and
continue on down the canyon.
You have survived the fires but there is a cost. The fall has broken
two of your ribs and injured your shoulder. Roll one dice and deduct
the number rolled from your endurance points. If you currently have
low endurance points, and the roll you have made will kill your
character, then deduct points only to the level that leaves one
endurance point remaining. The fall has only injured you, it did not
kill you. After adjusting your character sheet turn to section 88.
45
The Stone Guardians advance upon you, their weapons ready to
deal you a mortal blow. You are of the Jotun but they tower over you,
huge forms in the darkness that move as depthless shadows. Without
hesitation you charge at them, sure in the knowledge that if you are to
die it will not be without cost to them as well. Before the gates to the
ruined city the combat begins and in the darkness your warhammer
strikes its target more than once. The Guardians are too strong
though, their reach too great for you to do anything more than fend
their blows and try to avoid the thrust of their swords. As mindless
automatons they fight without fatigue, their assault overwhelming in
its power. You can fight these monsters for only so long.
Within the dark recesses of the canyon a Guardian's sword cuts
down from high above, cleaving a lethal path through your back and
chest. Mortally wounded, your hammer falls to the earth as you grab
at your shoulder and drop to one knee. The Stone Guardians do not
wait to finish their duty. As you bleed quickly out upon the dry
ground the statues return to their foundations and resume their
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you however it is the end.

Under a starlit sky you take your last breath, your blood a
spreading stain upon the canyon floor. Here you die, but your last
thought brings solace as you realise that you have died a warrior's
death, and such an end brings with it entry to the halls of your
ancestors. In this life however, your deskai is over.
THE END
46
At the sound of the trigger you react immediately, throwing yourself
forward as you feel the slab beneath you giving way. In a rush of
plummeting stone and dirt the slab disappears, a gaping hole left in
its wake as you hit the far side of the canyon floor and roll to your
feet. Cautiously you approach the pit and look down into its depths.
It seems impossibly deep, a dark abyss that reaches far into the earth
below. You shake your head and thank the gods for the providence
they have granted. If you had been swallowed in its embrace you
would never have seen the light of day again.
In the shadows you dust yourself off and turn southwards, the
conclusion of your quest somewhere in the winding defile ahead. At
the run you move forward, following the canyon as it reaches deep
into the foothills of the Great Rift. Quickly you find the canyon
forking in two directions. The main canyon heads south, a smaller
defile forces its way westwards.
If you have the Heart of the Lost in your possession and wish to
continue on down the main canyon turn to section 30. If you do not
have this talisman and wish to investigate the narrower path first,
turn to section 87.
47
In the dark of the night you keep to the canyon floor and follow its
torturous path eastwards. It is an ancient landscape, riven by great
fractures in the ground and the ever present danger of falling stone
and landslides. None of this however, can deter you from your chosen
path. In the shadows you run on, determined to see the end of this
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Out of the darkness the canyon opens into a shallow valley, and in
the light of the rising moons you see a vast ruin spread out before you.
Most of it is no more than rubble, but at its centre there stands a
stepped platform of stone and upon its upper level a Temple of
perfectly preserved columns topped with a glistening green dome. In
the moonlight the columns shine a milky white, beckoning you to
move forward.
Surely this must be the Temple you seek. Without hesitation you
move forward but stop as you notice two huge statues of hooded
warriors flanking either side of the entry to the valley. There is
something about them that begs caution.
If you have previously come into contact with Stone Guardians turn
to section 60. If you have not turn to section 36.
48
Within the canyon's shadows you recognise the Ranger. He is the
man that you killed earlier on the slopes above the Shattereen, and it
would appear that even in death this Ranger of the Watch is
determined to haunt you. It seems strange that you should find the
body here though. You were sure that you had disposed of it
sufficiently, but it would seem that somehow it has slipped down from
the hills above as part of a small slide of dislodged stone. Quickly you
pull the vehmin from the pile of dirt and consider if you should try
and hide it away within the dark fissures of the canyon. There doesn't
seem to be much point, but it occurs to you as you look down at the
crumpled form that you never searched the body.
Do you wish to search the body now? If this is your choice turn to
section 5. If you would rather move on, turn to section 63.
49
You are a warrior, a Jotun of the West, and you turn from no battle.
Deliberately you tighten your grip on your warhammer and strike out
at the first Guardian as it attempts to cut you down. To your surprise
its leg shatters to dust under the force of the blow, toppling it to the
ground where it erupts in a cloud of smashed obsidian. Moving
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glass. Before you can take another step your rising confidence is
subdued by the sight of the remains of the first Guardian quickly
coalescing back to its full form, then reaching for its sword. If you are
to get out of this hall alive you are going to have to fight your way out.
The Stone Guardians are easily destroyed but can deliver a fatal
blow if allowed to strike. These obsidian warriors must be fought as a
single opponent. Their combat value is 17, but they have no actual
endurance points. They cannot be destroyed, all you can hope for is to
survive long enough to force an opening and escape. If you survive six
combat rounds turn to section 76. If you succumb to their numbers
then it will be here that your deskai will end and you will meet death
as a warrior.
50
The smooth stone slab spreads across the full length of the canyon
and you cannot help but be suspicious of its purpose. Your first
thought is to find a way around its edges, but the rock faces at either
side seem far too eroded to provide a safe footing. The other
possibility is that you could try and jump over the slab. It is about
eight metres wide and such a distance is not beyond your capabilities.
You will have to make a decision quickly.
If you wish to try and jump the slab then you must test your agility
attribute to determine if you are successful. If you pass this test turn
to section 56. If you fail the test turn to section 69. If you do not wish
to take the risk, and would rather try and climb around the edges of
the slab, turn to section 112.
50a
The Well of Dreams lies at the end of this narrow path into the west
and there is no value in returning that way. If you have the
Coer'danith in your possession you must move quickly southwards for
the night is not endless and time waits for no-one.
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51
It is a hard road that you must overcome as you negotiate the ruin
that is the canyon's interior. Long years of exposure to wind and rain
have worn down the crumbling walls, huge slides of stone filling the
floor of the defile where eroded rockfaces have collapsed in on
themselves. Within this landscape of broken stone you make your
way forward, scrambling over piles of scree and always watching for
sign of danger ahead.
For a good hour you head southwards into the shadows until you
turn a bend in the canyon and are forced to a halt. Ahead of you
there burns a solid wall of flame, emanating from a deep fracture in
the ground, and extending across the full breadth of the defile. On
both sides the canyon is bordered by high cliffs and as you stand
before the conflagration you can feel the heat upon your face and
forearms. It is a barrier both unexpected and difficult to overcome.
If you would like to try and climb around the flames turn to section
89. If you can see no practical way of getting around this barrier and
would instead try another canyon turn to section 26. You may also
test your intuition if you wish. If you pass the test turn to section 7. If
you fail this test the first two options are available for your
consideration.
52
The shifting sands stand as a formidable barrier to your progress
forward but you have never seen anything like it. More from curiosity
that anything else you pick up a piece of stone and throw it out into
the centre of the moving earth. You are unprepared for what happens
next.
Test your agility attribute. If you are successful turn to section 27.
If you are not turn to section 98.
53
The slope is a steep incline of loose rock and dry, crumbling dirt.
There is definitely something moving above you, and with the
intention of finding out exactly what it is you climb upwards, using
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difficult ascent, one that has you scrambling towards a wide slab of
rock where you wait within its shadows. Carefully you peer into the
gloom and it is upon a rise in the ground above that you see the first
sign of a Ranger moving in the darkness.
The Rangers of the Watch are formidable opponents. Will you wait
until he passes by your position then attack him? If this is your choice
turn to section 99. If you are curious as to what he is doing and would
rather wait to see what he does turn to section 43.
54
In the dark of your accidental prison you hammer away at the
stone slab before you. All about you dirt and stone fall from the roof
with each blow, threatening to collapse the remainder of the passage
but you cannot stop. If you are to escape and continue with your
deskai you know you must throw all caution to the wind and keep up
the relentless hammering.
At first the slab remains as solid as the darkness that engulfs you,
but slowly the ringing impact of your warhammer against the stone
changes. Chips fly from its face and cracks begin to work their way
through the body of the stone. And still you hammer away,
determined to break its resolve and let you pass. In the end the
strength of your arms and the power of your warhammer overwhelms
the solid rock. At its centre and lower edge a fracture opens, which
you quickly work upon, splitting the slab down its centre. With one
final impact the stone erupts, half the slab falling outwards onto a
steep slope beyond. You have broken your way out.
Carefully you force your way through the opening and take one
deep breath after another. The exertion has left you fatigued and in
need of rest, but you know you have wasted far too much time
already. Where you have emerged is more than surprising however.
In the light of the moons you find yourself on the lower edge of a steep
slope, facing to the south along a wide valley. At its northern edge
there is the opening of a dark canyon, and you believe that it must be
the same defile that you had been following before your ill-advised
excursion to investigate the ancient passage. Within the valley
spreads a vast ruin, the remains of what must have been a sizeable
city. At the centre of the ruins you can see a Temple, but unlike the
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columns surmounted by a glistening green dome. Amongst such

devastation it appears untouched, and as you focus your eyes upon it
you are almost sure you can hear a voice calling you forward.
This could be the Temple you seek and you must investigate it. The
completion of your deskai depends upon it.
Without hesitation you make your way down the slope and then
out into the ruins. Your escape may have been successful but the
exertion has taken its toll as well. Throw one dice. The number
thrown is the amount of endurance points you have lost from fatigue.
When you have adjusted your character sheet turn to section 82.
55
Carefully you move around the borders of the shifting sands unsure
of what may lay beneath them. It is a difficult task, the disturbed
ground reaching from one side of the canyon to the other, and it forces
you to keep to the canyon walls, using the rock face as a purchase as
you half-climb past the barrier. In the darkness you search for
handholds, but whether it is the fatigue of your journey so far, or
simply a moment of inattention, you slip from your purchase and fall
awkwardly onto the sands below.
One footfall upon the pulsing ground is enough, and you are ill-
prepared for what happens next.
Turn to section 98.
55a
For a short time you move quickly along the defile. The night is
cool, the wind a constant companion as you run and in the silvered
light of the moons you search out each fracture in the ground, looking
for any sign of the ancient temple that is your goal. More than once
you stop to explore a break in the canyon's walls, or the possible arch
of a hidden doorway, but there is nothing that proves to be an
entrance to the Temple or the fortress you seek. It is only when you
find your way through a hatch of ravines and gullies that you are
confronted by a wide wall of stone that cuts across the entire canyon.
Coming to a halt you survey the length of the wall ahead and can see
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For a moment you stand and consider what confronts you. The
wall is made of cut stone blocks more than twenty metres high,
capped with battlements and two stone towers that reach up from the
canyon wall at either end. There is no gate, window or ramp to
indicate any way through, only a small plinth of white marble stands
before it, unmarked and cleanly cut, with a small inset carved into its
upper surface. It is a formidable fortress that bars your way, and as
you study its impressive battlements you realise that this is indeed
the Fallen Masters. Its carved walls resplendent with huge
representations of warrior-priests in triumphant procession.
Confronted by its grandeur you have little doubt that this is that
ancient sanctuary. There is no further way forward here. You have
found Nem'haleen.
If you have stood before the walls of Nem'haleen before but did not
know how to enter turn to section 105. If this is the first time you have
been here turn to section 119.
56
The slab waits quietly under a dark sky as you ready yourself for
the jump. It is not a distance that is beyond you but the night has
been long, and you feel fatigue in your legs and shoulders. You wish
to go further southwards though, and this simple piece of stone will
not deter you.
Quickly you back up the canyon and pace out a run up that will
allow you a jump from the edge of the slab. When you are satisfied
you strap your hammer tighter to your back and secure your waist
bag. Then you sprint forward. Towards the stone you race at full
speed and leap with all the strength available to you, sailing cleanly
over its smooth surface but landing heavily on the other side. In a
flurry of scattered earth you hit the ground, then push your weight
forward as you come to an undignified stop within a cloud of dust
and scattering stone.
For a moment you lay still and then get to your feet, your face and
shoulders cascading with caked dirt and grit as you rise. It has
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completion of your task still lies ahead. In the shadows of the canyon
you take the time to dust yourself down, and then return to your
journey. The canyon extends far to the south but you have long legs
and enough strength remaining to run for its end. Carefully you make
your way forward, your pace giving way to caution as the defile
reaches southwards, its high walls growing upwards as you delve
deeper into the foothills.
Overhead the moons of Arborell rise higher, spreading their
ethereal glow over the cragged terrain. It is as you make your way
forward that you find the canyon forked in two directions. The main
canyon heads south, a smaller defile forces its way westwards.
57
The canyon reaches out into the west as a long series of ragged
fractures, each a great tear in the earth that cuts through the
landscape in a hatch of twists and turns. Within these ravines you
move quickly, running along a narrow corridor that takes you deep
into the hard stone of the foothills. Within this narrow pathway you
throw caution to the wind and increase your pace. The prospect of
completing your deskai is a potent motivator to your haste, but you
have much to think about and little enough time to do it in. As you
run you consider what you know of your quest, and look to the sky for
an indication of how much time has elapsed since Shan'dari sent you
on your way. You have known the old Shaman long enough to know
that he is no fool, and that he does nothing without purpose. You
have a growing suspicion that he knows exactly what you will
encounter on your deskai, but it is pointless to ponder such things.
Only with the rising of the suns, and your return to the Spires, will the
purposes of the old Shaman be fully revealed.
In a rush you follow the twisting canyon, past great slews of fallen
rock and over deep fractures in the earth that disappear into darkness
below. Against the chaotic floor of the defile your footfalls pound out
noisily, and in the quiet of the night your passage westwards is noticed
by another who waits quietly in the shadows for your approach. In
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Out of the gloom the beast rears up from its hiding place and flings
a huge armoured pincer out, striking you in the shoulder, sending you
hurtling into the dirt and broken stone. Quickly you recover your
footing but damage has been done. With blood draining from your
arm you grab for the haft of your warhammer and squint into the
dark, looking for the beast that attacked you. It remains indistinct
against the lightless walls of the canyon but you can hear it moving
within the shadows ahead of you. When it does rear once again you
see it better and you cannot help a moment of hesitation before acting.
It is a Reaver, and it stands in your way. With no thought of retreat
you charge the beast.
The Reaver is a scorpion-like monstrosity that stands between you

and the completion of your deskai. Unlike some other predators of
the wastelands a Reaver will not stop until it has its prey and it wants
you for its next meal. You must fight this beast until it is dead. The
Reaver has a combat value of 15 and endurance points of 16. Before
you commence combat deduct 1 point from your endurance to
account for the damage taken from the creature's ambush. If you
defeat this armoured monster turn to section 118. If you lose turn to
section 106.
58
There is little chance that you can survive a battle against so many
giant opponents. They rush at you, their malevolent intent clear as
they spread across the ground before you, cutting off any avenue of
escape. You can sense their purpose as they close upon you, and with
no time to spare you make for the far end of the Hall, the Stone
Guardians at your heels. Quickly you survey the chamber and the
blazing cauldron at its end. You can see no other exit, and no place
where you might be able to make a stand.
In desperation you run behind the cauldron, your hope that the
blazing glare of its conflagration will afford you a small amount of
cover. It is a small hope and one that proves quickly to be in vain.
With one blow from the first Stone Guardian its huge bowl is toppled
sideways onto the polished stone floor. In a coruscation of flame and
glowing ash the contents of the cauldron spill across the Hall, igniting
the obsidian warriors themselves and turning the entire cavern into a
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Thankfully the Fates have a plan for all their supplicants, and for
you it is not to die within this sea of flame. Before either the fire or the
Stone Guardians can reach you one last hope presents itself. Just
ahead of your position a rift appears in the floor, a long break in the
stone that has opened under the enormous impact of the toppled
cauldron. In that instant you make the decision to save yourself and
dive into its dark recesses.
For a moment you fall into space and then hit water. Above you the
break in the stone is awash with flame, its scorching heat reaching
down into the rift as the hall is completely consumed with fire. Within
the flickering shadows you find your feet and look about.
Shaking your head you gather your senses, and determine quickly
that you have found a delving far older than the chamber above. You
are standing in a wide cavern, waist deep in stagnant water. A closer
inspection of the nearest wall shows it to be a hand-hewn chamber,
most probably an old water cistern. In the gloom you can see an
archway, and a single passage leading off to the south. There is no
other way out.
With the fire raging above you have no way of making it back to the
Hall, and there can be no advantage in staying where you are. With
your warhammer grasped tightly in your hands you wade over to the
southern passage and disappear into its absolute darkness.
Turn to section 35.
59
Hand over hand you drag yourself out of the pit. Sweat drenches
your body as you dig your fists into the crumbling earth, looking for
any purchase that will give you another handhold as you work your
way upwards. Old roots and embedded stone become your lifeline as
you haul yourself skywards, and eventually you find your way back to
the canyon floor.
In a grasping heave you drag yourself out of the pit and lay on your
back, staring at the night sky as you attempt to catch your breath.
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rest, thankful that the pitfall was not your undoing. You cannot rest
for long however. The moons rise ever higher and you cannot afford
to wait for your strength to return to you. With stiff muscles and
aching joints you gather up your warhammer and make your way
southwards.
Turn to section 30.
60
The Guardians stand immobile in the moonlight and for a moment
you hesitate. You have seen how such statues can come to life and
you do not wish to confront them again, but you must move on, you
cannot afford any delay. Carefully you make your way between them,
alert for the first sign of movement in the stone, the first hint of
danger. Nothing happens.
With a sigh of relief you run on into the complex of ruins and make
for the green-domed Temple.
Turn to section 82.
61
You do not fear this vehmin, but you have other priorities on this
night and you choose to remain hidden. The dark form stands for a
time but can see nothing. In the gloom you are as unfathomable as the
stone at your back, and satisfied that there is no danger near he
moves on carefully towards the valley below. Quickly the Ranger is
swallowed up by the dark, disappearing into the east and the
shadows of the night. With no further time to waste you rise from
your cover and consider what you should do next. You have no doubt
that there will be a reckoning with the Ranger later.
It is time to move on. Will you return to the valley floor? If this is
your choice turn to section 85. If you would rather keep to the slopes
and follow the hillside for a time turn to section 2.

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62
The beast is enormous, a groping, grasping mass of snaking limbs
and gelatinous ooze that is almost impossible to fend against. It
wants you as an easy meal, but a few hard hits with the iron edge of
your hammer soon changes its view of your edibility. Again and again
you strike at the beast, its broken and mangled tentacles flailing in the
air as you advance upon it. In a thrashing retreat the creature digs
itself back into its hole and disappears from sight, unwilling to
continue the fight and risk further harm.
Breathing heavily you wipe its oozing fluids from your arms and
face, thankful that the beast had no stomach for the battle. When you
think you have removed all the stinking residue from your body you
then return to your path westwards. Ahead lay the opening to the
canyon and the Shattereen beyond. As you move over the now quiet
sands you make a point of stamping heavily upon the ground. The
only response you hear is a deep growl from somewhere beneath the
canyon floor. This beast will think twice before confronting a Jotun
again.
Turn to section 68.
63
You have spent enough time lingering over the body of the Ranger.
Without another thought for the dead vehmin you take hold of your
hammer and return to the endless shadows of the defile. Your path
takes you back along the canyon's jagged course, but in short order
you leave its confines and find yourself once again upon the floor of
the Shattereen.
Turn to section 90.
64
To wait and see if the Rift Dragon will let you pass is a waste of
time you cannot afford. If the beast is to prove a barrier to your
deskai then it is better that you confront it and send it to its grave. For
a short time you wait, listening for sign of its presence and considering
what you know of these creatures. The Dragon is far larger than
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use of. The Dragon is a predator, and like all creatures of its ilk it
enjoys most the easy kill, one that does not cause itself any harm in
the taking. If you can wound the beast then there is the slim chance
that it may think twice about continuing its assault and leave you
alone. Dragons are not cowards but they do appreciate the concept of
living to fight another day.
Slowly you rise from the shadows of your hiding place and prepare
yourself for the battle to come. You do not delude yourself that the
Dragon will be anything other than the instrument of your death, but
life is not that important to a Jotun. The completion of your deskai is
all that matters and the beast stands between you and its end. Either
it will be chased away or you will die. It is that simple.
With warhammer in hand you move forward, keeping to the
canyon wall as you try and determine where the beast might now
linger. It does not take long to find it. In the winds of the night you
hear it snuffling beyond the next turn in the canyon, and you know
that it can sense you as well. It is waiting.
In the darkness you offer yourself to the vagaries of Fate and
attack.
The Rift Dragon is only a juvenile but a formidable opponent

nonetheless, one that is impossible to kill with the weapon you have at
hand. You can however cause it harm, and if you are able to do so it
will retreat to a safe distance and let you pass. The Rift Dragon has a
combat value of 20 and endurance points of 60. Conduct the combat
as per normal but note that the Critical Hit rule does not apply in this
contest. If you can win two combat rounds the Dragon will retreat
and let you pass, the difficulty will be in staying alive to do it. If you
win the two rounds needed turn to section 9. If the Dragon proves too
strong and kills you before you can do this turn to section 78.
65
The huge cauldron stands at the far end of the Hall, a bronze bowl
of burning liquid as tall as yourself and as wide as your outstretched
arms. In the light of its seething flames you move forward, intent on
having a closer look. There is much in this magnificent hall that
warrants investigation but it is the cauldron that draws you forward.
It is the largest piece of metalwork you have ever seen, and in the
glare of its own light it sits as a solid piece of cast bronze, woven
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silver vines that seem almost real in their detail. When you are no
more than ten metres from its fiery edge you come to a halt and stare
harder at its glowing metal. There is more to this cauldron than that
which first meets the eye. The vines are moving.
As you watch the vines begin to grow outwards, and then reach up
over the lip of the cauldron and turn into its blazing fires. In a pulsing
rush of energy the vines burst into life, both heat and light radiating
down their length and then into the polished stone of the floor. You
cannot know what is happening but the flagstones beneath you are
shuddering with energy, the cauldron burning all the brighter as if
something is about to be unleashed.
This is enough for you. Turning your back on the cauldron you
make for the far exit and the passage back to the outside world, but
again you are forced to a halt. On all sides of the Hall the silent
statues are now coming to life, flexing limbs long static and testing
weapons now rusted with time. In the light of the blazing fires they
glow red with power, and in that light they all now look to you.
These Stone Guardians may, or may not, intend to do you harm. Do

you wish to remain in the hall and see what happens? If this is your
choice turn to section 83. If you would rather run for the outside
world turn to section 25.
65a
The Temple Guardian is a magical artifice of great age and power
but it is something that can be killed nonetheless. At a rush it attacks,
swinging its sword with the skill of a seasoned warrior. Against the
assault you fend the first of its blows then strike out yourself. As you
sense the moonlight sliding across the pool you fight the Guardian,
trading blows as the chance to pull the Light of the World into your
world slowly slips away. At the last however, you are successful, a
heavy blow across its shoulders fracturing the statue and sending it
reeling backwards onto the hard stone floor. In that instant of
advantage you do not hesitate, bringing your hammer down
repeatedly upon its solid form. In a shower of dust and broken rock
the Guardian dies, its weapon clattering across the chamber.
Sweating from the combat you give yourself no time to recover from
your triumph. Quickly you turn back to the emurion'ka.
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66
In the dark of your accidental prison you hammer away at the
stone slab before you, the ringing of your hammer against the stone
echoing loudly in your ears. All about you dirt and stone fall from the
roof with each blow, threatening to collapse the remainder of the
passage but in this endeavour you cannot stop. If you are to escape
and continue with your deskai you know you must throw all caution
to the wind and keep up the relentless hammering.
The more you work away at the stone the greater your frustration
at its stolid defiance of your efforts. The slab is thick and as your
strength wanes before the exertion of the task, you come to realise
that you do not have the power necessary to break such a rock. After
an hour of effort you slump back upon the dirt floor of the passage
and try to rest. It is an ignominious end you think, not to die at the
hands of your enemy but to be overwhelmed by a piece of stone. It is a
thought that lingers only for a moment. From above you hear the
unmistakable sound of earth shifting under great stress. You begin to
rise but do not get the chance to stand as a blanket of falling stone
collapses from the roof above you and buries you within its crushing
embrace.
Here you die, your deskai unfulfilled. Perhaps in another life the
Fates will grant you better luck.
THE END
67
In that instant you realise that you have sprung a trap but you are
too slow to respond. As if in slow motion the slab beneath you falls
away revealing an impossibly deep pit. In desperation you smash
your fist into the crumbling side of the abyss as you fall, and are lucky
enough to snag your hand within a tangle of old roots. With a bone-
jarring crunch you slam heavily against the side of the pit, dangling by
one arm within a hole that descends many hundreds of metres into
the earth. It is a black abyss that you are sure will be a certain death
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With sweat draining from your forehead you gain a better purchase
with both hands and look upwards towards the open sky above. You
have fallen more than fifteen metres but you may still be able to climb
out.
Test your Strength attribute. If you pass the test turn to section 59.
If you fail the test turn to section 72.
68
You leave the Sandlurker to nurse its wounds and run for the
canyon opening and the Shattereen that lays beyond. The night
remains dark, the moons not yet high enough in the sky to light the
barren floor of the valley. To the west you can see the opening of
another canyon there and to the south the dark maw of another
fracture. For a moment you wait in the isolation of this wide space
and consider what you should do. The night winds blow from the
south, and apart from the distant calling of birds you are alone in the
world.
The Oracle has given much information on your quest. If you do

not currently have the Word of Aggeron you can search for it in the
western canyon by turning to section 57. If this is not the first time
you have been down that path turn to section 116. If it is the Heart of
the Lost that you must seek then the southern canyon can be travelled
by turning to section 28.
69
The slab waits quietly under a dark sky as you ready yourself for
the jump. It is not a distance that is beyond you but the night has
been long, and you feel fatigue in your legs and shoulders. You wish
to go further southwards though, and this simple piece of stone will
not be suffered as a barrier to that progress.
Quickly you back up the canyon and pace out a run up that will
allow you a jump from the edge of the slab. When you are satisfied
you strap your hammer tighter to your back and secure your waist
bag. Then you sprint forward. Towards the stone you race at full
speed and leap with all the strength available to you. There is power
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topple forwards onto the slab, your body sliding across its smooth
surface. Even before you realise fully what has happened you hear
the loud click of a mechanism sounding in the stone beneath you.
All at once the slab falls away and you hit the side of a pit that
reaches far into the earth beneath you. In a tangle of flailing arms
and dry roots you come to a rest, hung up on the side of the pit by the
ancient remains of a desiccated tree root. It is an ungainly purchase
but one that has saved your life. In the gloom below you can see an
impossibly deep abyss that disappears into shadows.
Carefully you check that you are uninjured and then consider the
climb that now awaits you. You have come to rest some fifteen metres
from the surface. There is no choice available to you but to try and
climb out.
This will be a climb that will take all the strength you possess. Test
against your strength attribute. If you pass the test turn to section 59.
If you fail the test turn to section 72.
70
Your thirst is great and the water appears fresh and clear, but you
do not trust enough to drink it. Instead you turn to leave but find your
feet anchored firmly to the floor of the pool. You cannot move, and as
you struggle to free your legs you begin to see a great power building
in the waters around you. With increasing speed the pool begins to
swirl in a wild current that intensifies with each passing second, You
can do little but watch as your body is enveloped in a strange tingling
sensation. It is an energy that holds you tight whilst needling
painfully across your exposed skin. Within this vortex of energy you
are transfixed.
There is no chance that you can escape until whatever holds you
chooses to release you, and it has not finished with you yet. Into your
mind the energy surges, flooding your thoughts with images and
voices, insinuating its way into the folds of your consciousness.
Suddenly the world around you changes. The tree is no longer a silent
form in the darkness. Instead it shines brightly, throwing back the
night and gleaming with the light of a thousand burning stars. In an
attempt to covers your eyes you bring up your arm but realise that the
images are in your mind, and you will be captive to them until the
Tree itself decides to let you go. Then you hear the voice.

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"Tansen'Delving," its proclaims in your mind, "Welcome to

Fael'nirion, the Well of Dreams. I see it in your thoughts that you are
here to find the Temple of the Moons and I have been awakened to
help you. You look for the Temple but know not where it might be. I
am here to tell you where it can be found, and offer the key that will
allow you access to its gate."
The voice is loud in your thoughts, a trumpeting chorus that cannot
be shut out. You try and break free of its bonds but it has you and it
will not let go.
"The Temple of the Moons will only be found beyond the walls of
Nem'haleen. If you are to gain entry to the Temple then you will need
the key to open its walls. The powers of this world have decided that
you are to be the instrument of their will, and in their wisdom they
have decided that the key must be yours."
As the words echo in your thoughts you begin to see the Tree before
you change. As ice might melt in the heat of the day the Tree dissolves
away, falling into the black depths of the pool's waters. Immediately a
light grows within its rampaging current and you begin to make out
shapes and forms. The voice of the Well of Dreams continues as a
parade of images pass before you.
"Nem'haleen can be found in the south, beyond the causeway that
brought you here and deep within the canyon you have previously
turned from. It is said that the last of the Trell'sara died upon the
walls of that fortress, and that his heart was cut from his living body
as a gift to the Gods of the Oera'dim. That heart has been held here
for millennia, the only relic of a people that have receded from all
knowledge and existence. It is the Coer'danith, the Heart of the Lost,
that is your pass beyond the walls of Nem'haleen. It is the will of the
powers that it be given to you."
Out of the centre of the pool a red glow brightens then emerges
from its waters. It is the red gem that you saw embedded in the Tree
and as you watch it floats in your direction, settling carefully in the
palm of your hand.
"The Coer'danith is the key that will let you pass beyond the walls
of Nem'haleen Tansen'Delving. Guard it carefully and never let it
pass from your sight. There will be no hope for the success of your
deskai without it."
With these last words the pool grows quiet. For a short time you
stand transfixed in the waters but slowly you feel the power of the
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Lost and this has not been the greatest boon given to you this night.
You know where the Temple of the Moons is to be found. Now you
have a path to follow and no reason to delay.
You turn on your heel and leave the Well of Dreams. In your hand
you hold the Coer'danith and this must be recorded on your character
sheet. When this has been done continue your adventure by turning
to section 92.
71
The Shades charge towards you, their bodies stinging vortices of
sand and razor-sharp iron. For a moment you hesitate. Before the
onslaught you can see no choice but to try and fight your way back to
the canyon exit, and then get as far from this arena as you can. It is a
fool's hope. The swirling forms of the Shades are as incorporeal as the
wind itself and you have nothing with which to fight such a menace.
Still, you will not go your ancestors as a willing victim to their hatred.
You stand your ground, your warhammer in hand, relishing the fight
to come.
In those few moments as the Shades advance you begin to feel a
heat building at your side. It is insistent, drawing your attention from
the enemy ahead to the old piece of wood that still hangs at your belt.
In the gloom it shines brightly, a blue light that grows stronger with
every step taken by the Shades towards you. Quickly you pull it from
its fastenings and take it in hand. By the time you have it free you
notice that the temper of the Shades has changed considerably. No
longer does the advance of this nemesis continue. The malevolence of
their number has vanished, and as you hold the old healing stick
overhead you can feel fear beginning to wash from them as a wave of
frustration and hesitation. They are keeping their distance.
With nothing to lose you move forward, holding the stick before you
as you might a burning torch. The wood glares brightly in the
darkness, the vestiges of its healing spell an affront to your enemy that
they cannot endure. Before your advance the Shades fall back, leaving
a path open that you take without waiting for an invitation. Quickly
the ethereal forms separate to let you pass, and as you make your way
out of the arena the Shades instead follow behind, wishing you harm
still, but unable to get close. As you leave the open field you plant the
stick in the mouth of the canyon and move on. Unable to pass, the

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Shades of Despair fall back, their forms dissolving quickly into the
sands of the arena.
Without stopping you make your way back into the gloom of the
ravine and consider your good luck. Such moments of providence are
few in the life of a Jotun and you cannot help but think that Shan'dari
may have had something to do with it. It is a presumption that you
have no time to dwell upon however. The old conjuror will have many
things to explain when you return to the Spires, though for the
moment you must continue with your search. For now you must
return to the Shattereen.
Turn to section 11.
72
Carefully you begin the climb that will take you out of this deadly
trap. It is however, an ascent fraught with difficulty. The edges of the
pit are a crumbling morass of desiccated earth and dried roots that
pull away in your hands as you try to find a secure purchase.
Sweating profusely from the exertion you make your way upwards,
each small advance a feat of strength that quickly drains what energy
remains to you. By the time you reach half way to the surface your
strength has been spent and you can go no further.
Suspended in the darkness you know that you will not make the
rest of the way to the canyon floor, but it is not in your nature to give
up. Again you try and find a foothold that will support your weight,
and in your desperation you jam your foot into the loose earth, but it
cannot hold you. Slowly the dirt slides away from beneath your feet
and before you can recover your footholds you fall outwards into the
pit.
In a rush of air you plummet downwards, no way at hand to save
yourself from your inevitable doom. When you hit the bottom of the
shaft there is no sound, nor echo of the impact of your demise, only
the trickling of dirt as it falls after you into the abyss.
In the depths of this nameless pit you die. Perhaps in a latter life
you will find better luck. For now however, your deskai is over.
THE END

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73
At the point where you stand the canyon can be no more than
twenty metres in breadth, the smooth slab of stone covering the entire
distance and extending almost eight metres wide. It is a long way to
jump and at this stage of your deskai you do not feel disposed to
having to find another way. You decide that you shall walk across it
and take your chances.
In truth there seems to be no danger here. You did not notice the
slab before, but then the conflagration that once burned here had
taken up all your attention. Tentatively you place one boot upon the
slab and find it a secure footing. Carefully you move forward and
with your full weight on the stone begin to relax by a small measure.
It is only a few metres to the other side so you quickly walk across.
When you are two-thirds of the way across you see a small piece of
text inscribed into the stone. Bending low you blow dust and sand
away from its worn lettering and expose a short sentence. You do not
know what it means, but it is in an old Oera'dim tongue that
translates crudely as "Got you sucker". In that instant a mechanical
release sounds as a loud click in the stone below you. You have
walked into a trap.
Test your agility attribute. If you pass turn to section 46. If you fail
the test turn to section 67.
74
Nem'haleen stands before you in the moonlight and you know you
have the key. Carefully you take the large red gem from your
waistbag and place it in the inset in the stone plinth. From overhead
you feel the wind suddenly become stronger, its bluster kicking up
debris that swirls about your feet as you wait for something to
happen. It comes quickly.
Upon the walls the carved priests begin to move, their procession
slowly moving to the centre of the wall, where they stand in line facing
each other as if waiting for some unheard command. There the
figures stand but only for a short time. As the moons of Arborell
gather high in the sky above you see clearly the priests grab at the
wall and pull it aside as if they were opening a curtain. You have
found your way in.
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you go, and once within the precincts of a wide courtyard the
entryway disappears at your back. What you find is both intriguing
and somewhat disappointing. At the far end of the courtyard stands
a large upright circle of stone, within which there swirls a solid mist of
opaque vapour. Carefully you look about, surveying the entire yard
but your eyes come back to the circle of mist. It is beckoning you
forward.
Again you survey the courtyard and confirm there are no exits, no
other doorways that might give you access to the Temple of the
Moons. In fact you realise there is nothing here but the ring of stone.
Tentatively you move towards it and search for any clues that might
indicate how you should proceed. The circle is an interwoven design
of carved obsidian, its smooth surfaces cleverly sculpted with a
twisting motif of vines and leaves that travel around its arc before
coming together upon its upper rim. You can see no words or symbols
except for two small glyphs cut into its crowning leaves. You
recognise them immediately, they are the glyphs of Elanna and Shabel,
the moons of Arborell.
If you have had the Word of Aggeron burned into your arm
previously turn to section 29. If you have not, turn to section 86.
75
Surprised by the use of your name in this place of ruination you
back away from the steps, unsure as to what might be about to
happen. Immediately the interior of the Temple bursts into life,
ripples of light from within throwing long shadows out into the night.
For a moment you stand your ground but then you feel a presence at
your side, a cold hand resting at your shoulder.
"Tansen'Delving," it says softly, "There is nothing to fear in this
place. All that resides in the broken stone of this city are reflections of
ages long past."
You are not so sure of that. Quickly you turn on your heel and back
away from the apparition that has appeared at your side. It is the
hooded figure of a spectral being, only slightly shorter than yourself

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but without features or substance.

"What is it you want of me Shade?"
The spectre stands before you at the base of the steps and waves its
hand towards the Temple.
"I want nothing from you," it replies, "but for you to watch what is
about to unfold."
With the movement of its hand the Temple shines out brightly, its
light forming a tracery of moving shadows that quickly take shape,
ripples of energy that begin to move as vague apparitions forming in
the ruins. Light streams through finely carved latticework between
the columns, sending thin beams of moving light and shade out into
the darkness and in this display the plain comes to life.
Around you a great battle unfolds. Immediately you recognise the
standards and armour of your own brethren, the Jotuni. Beside them
stand the Hresh'na and the Ahmutani and all about you there is
fighting and chaos. The images come in bursts of light that constantly
change as you watch. You cannot say why but you know it is a battle
between the Oera'dim and the Trell'sara, and it is one that your
brethren are winning. In a rush the Trell'sara are surrounded and
overwhelmed, their numbers cut to pieces as the Hresh'na flow over
them like a tide. It is a breathtaking sight, one that has your warrior's
blood pounding in your veins. You do not realise it until the vision
ends that the hooded figure is once again standing beside you.
"Do you know what it is that you have just witnessed?" asks the
figure.
You shake your head but reply that it must be a battle from the
Great Insurrection that overthrew the Fallen Masters.
The figure nods its head and turns towards you.
"What you have seen is the most important battle of the war that
threw down those ancient tyrants. On this very ground the last great
battle of the Insurrection took place, and it is here that the Jotuni
learned of the existence of the emurion'ka. These ruins are all that
remains of the Temple of the Two Suns, the vaellim'nar'dorum, and it
is here that I have awaited your coming. I am the Oracle of this place
and although you do not know it you are here for a reason."
The Oracle turns again to look out into the night and again the
Temple bursts into brighter light. Out upon the plain a new vision
erupts but this time it is a vision of catastrophe. On a vast green plain
you see your brethren dying, overwhelmed themselves by the armies
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fortified settlement, but it is the carnage of the battle that holds you.
Thousands of Jotun and Hresh'na fall beneath advancing lines of
axemen and the mounted troops of the Men of the South. Without
hope of victory you see the standards of your people trampled beneath
the overwhelming power of your enemies. It is a sight that sickens
you but thankfully it is one you must endure for only a short time.
The Oracle waves his arm and again the night is dark. He has a
message for you and does not allow you to speak.
"Tansen'Delving, in this place you have seen great triumph and
great defeat. On the one hand you have witnessed the circumstances
of your people's discovery of the stonewood sword known as the
emurion'ka. On the other you have seen the circumstances of its
taking from you by the Men of the South. Do not think that your
deskai is only about your right of passage as a warrior. The Powers
have deemed it necessary that another emurion'ka be brought into the
world, and they have laid it at your feet to collect it."
You are not sure you understand exactly what the Oracle means
but he does not allow you to question his words.
"Within the Temple of the Moons can be found the Well of Elanna.
It will be there that you will find the emurion'ka, bathed in moonlight
and available only for the taking whilst that light shines upon it. Once
the moonlight has passed, so too shall pass your only chance to pull it
into this world."
"To find the Temple of the Moons you must have two things in your
possession, the Word of Aggeron and the Heart of the Lost. The first
can be found in the west, the other in the south. With these in your
possession you can gain access to the Temple. With these in your
possession you can reach for the emurion'ka and claim it as your own.
To you I have only one word of warning. The Well of Elanna keeps the
stonewood sword in this world. Do not disturb its waters or else all
will be lost. It is your task to find it."
The Oracle's words echo against the Temple of the Two Suns, and
as they are lost to the winds, so does he also fade into nothingness.
About you the night crowds in as the rippling light of the Temple
extinguishes and then winks out. You are once again alone in a world
of shadows and broken stone.
In a daze you turn from the Temple and move towards the exit from
the city. It is clear that you have been given a greater task to complete
than the simple exercise of your deskai. You shake your head as you
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other explanation for his haste in having brought you so far south.
You decide that if you survive you will find him at the Spires and beat
the truth out of his weathered hide.
With such thoughts in mind you run northwards, only one fact now
clear. You must look elsewhere for the Temple of the Moons. It is not
here.
Record that you have spoken with the Oracle of the Two Suns and
turn to section 95.
76
In a fog of smashed obsidian you strike out at the Guardians, your
warhammer swinging wildly through the miasma of crushed stone as
you try and force your way to the exit. The battle is hard but it has
your heart pounding in your chest as you bring the huge warriors
down, their fragile bodies no match for the reach of your weapon.
Suddenly through the circling forms you see an opportunity and you
take it. With a single blow you throw down another of the giants and
then run through the opening made by its collapse. In a heartbeat you
make it to the corridor and then run at all speed for the outside world.
Behind you the Stone Guardians cry out in frustration at your
escape, however you cannot be concerned for their obvious dismay. In
a cloud of broken stone and desiccated earth you force your way out
of the passage and fall heavily to the canyon floor. You cannot believe
it but you have escaped.
For a short time you lay face down in the dirt trying to recover your
breath, and then slowly rise. You have not gone unscathed from your
encounter with the Stone Guardians and in the gloom you tend to the
injuries you have sustained. As you work you listen for any sign of
danger and as before find that you are alone, only the wind funnelling
down the canyon a whispering companion to you labours. When you
have recovered enough you regain your feet and move eastwards,
following the canyon into the face of the rising moons.
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77
You decide it will be best to survey the ground ahead from the
slopes at your right. The night is still dark but the first signs of the
rising moons in the east has brought a pale glow to the horizon. If
you are right Elanna and Shabel should rise within the hour and with
their ascent the world will be flooded with moonlight, more than
enough to allow you an easier passage on your quest.
The slope however, turns out to be a difficult climb. Formed of
loose rock and scattered with huge boulders it is a precarious rise, one
that you quickly lose patience with. By the time you reach a third of
the way to its first crest you have had enough and instead sit in the
shadows of a large shelf of rock and consider what might be your next
move. You are high enough however, to get a reasonable view of the
terrain below. The open ground at the bottom of the slope extends for
some distance. It is a wide valley of broken stone and dessicated
earth, devoid of life and which provides no clue to where you must
now go. In the gloom however, you can see the dark rifts of three
canyons spreading out into the foothills. One opens into the east,
another follows a ragged line to the south, the third extends beyond
your view into the west. If Shan'dari is correct the Temple you seek
must reside within one of these canyons.
For a moment you consider what you should do, but as you rise to
begin your descent to the valley floor you hear the faint sounds of
movement above. In the quiet it is the smallest of sounds, a trickling
of dirt and small stones as they are dislodged from somewhere further
up the slope. Carefully you lower yourself down into the shadows and
wait for another sign. It comes quickly as the unmistakable noise of
something moving just above your position.
Will you remain still and see what happens? If this is your choice
turn to section 91. If you do not have the patience to wait around and
would rather go and find the cause of the disturbance turn to section
53. If you feel you have seen enough of the Shattereen and would
rather return to the valley floor turn to section 85.
78
The Dragon is indeed waiting for you, the expectation of an easy
meal its only concern. In a crashing thunder of tearing claws and
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you fight valiantly to put the beast down but its reach is too long, its
talons too lethal a weapon to force aside. You will not die easily
however. In the heat of battle you attack the great beast, striking blow
after blow in an attempt to wound it and force it to retreat. It is too
strong, too well protected with scales as hard as iron. On this night it
is the Rift Dragon who will triumph.
One great swipe of its enormous clawed hand catches you across
the mid-section and throws you hard into the canyon wall. It is a
mortal wound, the last of many blows you have taken in the fight.
Half covered in dirt and dislodged stone you can no longer raise
yourself and instead you bleed out onto the canyon floor. You last
conscious thought as you slide into oblivion is the earnest hope that
the Dragon will choke on its meal. You however are dead, your deskai
over. Perhaps in another life you will find better luck.
THE END
79
The Ranger has caught you by surprise but you are a Jotun, and
you are not that easy to kill. In the dark confines of the canyon floor
you strike out at the vehmin, your warhammer flashing in the gloom
as you try to strike him down. He however, is a Ranger of the Watch,
and he also is no easy victim. With sword in hand he is a shadow
wrapped in the darkness, testing your defences, needling you into
anger so he might take advantage of any error you might make.
Alas, it comes all too quickly. Frustrated by your inability to bring
your opponent down you move in, trying to force him against the
canyon wall where you might finally crush him. In such close
quarters he finds an opportunity and thrusts his sword deep into your
chest. In a spasm of pain you fall backwards, dead before you hit the
ground.
In this canyon, upon a death-bed of broken stone and dirt your
deskai ends. As your spirit falls into the Underworld you know that it
will be to your next life that you must look for better luck.
THE END

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80
It takes time but you find your way out of the canyon and onto the
open ground of the valley floor. Although you have wasted much of
the night hours you decide to rest before moving on. The night
remains dark, the rising moons now shrouded within clouds upon the
horizon, and as you catch your breath you see movement against the
silvered clouds. It is a multitude of birds, a flock of crows that wings
its way in your direction. For a time you watch their approach and
then follow their flight as they head west. You smile and shake your
head. Your people believe that the appearance of these black birds is
a portent of hard times ahead. One is usually enough but you have
been confronted by an entire flock and it does not fill you with
confidence. You cannot linger on such omens however. You have a
task to complete and time waits for no Jotun. Again you have before
you a choice to make.
If you have not already done so, will you take the canyon that
winds into the east? If this is your choice turn to section 10. If you
would rather take the western canyon and it is the first time you have
taken this path turn to section 57. If however, this is the second time
you have need to travel this way turn to section 116.
80a
The shaft of moonlight can linger only as long as the moons of
Arborell remain directly above the Temple, their movement through
the heavens taking it inexorably across the pool. Quickly you look
about the chamber, searching for something that can help you reach
the sword but there is nothing. Then from within the darkest shadows
of the Temple there comes a sound of movement, furtive in its brevity
but there nonetheless. Moving from the edge of the pool you search
the gloom and find a figure standing alone within a narrow alcove. It
appears as nothing more than a statue, a robed figure no larger than
yourself, but as you watch the sound repeats itself and it is now far
more defined.
To the scrape of stone upon stone the statue begins to move, its
limbs flexing as it steps from the alcove and draws a long scimitar
from its belt. As black as the darkest night the statue is a perfectly
crafted representation of a robed warrior-priest. In the stillness of the
chamber its cloak moves as if caught by some unseen breeze and

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about its form there glimmers a blue-tinged aura of awakening

power. This is no statue.
"What is your purpose here?" you yell across the chamber.
The Temple Guardian crooks its neck and looks straight at you. Its
face is blank, no more than a featureless visage without mouth or
eyes, but it points to the emurion'ka and then gestures a challenge. Its
meaning is clear enough. If you want the sword you must prove
yourself worthy of it.
If you are to pull the emurion'ka into the world you must kill this
Temple Guardian quickly. Unlike all other statues of this type that
you have encountered this Guardian has been designed for only one
purpose, to guard the appearance of the Light of the World and kill
any who might try and take it. It has suffered none of the effects of
age that have made other living statues brittle and it will take damage
only on the most powerful of impacts. Any combat round won by less
than four points will make no reduction in its endurance. Within the
confines of the Temple of the Moons however, the Word of Aggeron
burned into your arm will assist you. It is an artifice of powerful
EarthMagic and in this place shall increase your overall combat value
by two points whilst you remain within its borders. Adjust your
combat value to include this temporary bonus. The Temple Guardian
has a combat value of 18 and an endurance of 20. If you defeat this
creature turn to section 65a. If you succumb to its power turn to
section 98a.
81
Moonlight floods the canyon floor as you run southwards, and
apart from the wind you are alone, your footfalls pounding into the
dry earth as you move quickly along the defile's winding course. The
extra light provided by the moons speeds you on your way until you
are forced to a stumbling halt by a curious change in the nature of the
canyon ahead. Where there had once been a wall of flame roaring
from rockface to rockface you now are confronted by a smooth stone
slab that lays ominously across the breadth of the canyon. In the light
of the moons it is grey in colour, and set in the ground as a wide area
of rectangular rock, flush with the surface of the canyon floor. It was
not here before.
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slab, but you know that it can be no coincidence that it now resides
where the wall of fire once burned so intensely. You can only assume
that it is a test, some ancient device that you must overcome if you are
to travel any further southwards.
Given that you find such delays both annoying and tiresome, you
think quickly on what you should do next.
There is a chance that the slab is just what it seems, a wide piece of
smooth stone placed for an ancient purpose, without malice or danger.
If you will simply walk across it turn to section 73. If you do not wish
to take any chances and would rather find a way around it turn to
section 50. If you are curious about its appearance and wish to test if
it is real by hitting it with your warhammer turn to section 108.
82
The ruins are a maze of fallen stonework and smashed statuary,
within which you negotiate a path that takes you towards the only
standing structure at its centre. Around you ruined buildings lay as
mounds of rubble, and it is quickly apparent that they met their end
not at the hands of time and weather but by an act of systematic, and
deliberate, destruction. Within the chaos you find sign of hammer
and chisel, and of a malevolent intent to destroy any word or symbol
etched into its stone. When this city was destroyed the architects of its
destruction did not only wish the pulling down of its buildings, but the
removal of any vestige of its identity as well.
Such obvious hatred makes the survival of the Temple at its centre
all the more curious. Within a plain of smashed rock and destruction
it stands pristine, and in the light of the rising moons it beckons you
on, drawing you closer.
When you reach the base of its steps you see immediately that it is
more than just a simple temple. It is a domed pavilion, supported at
all sides by immaculately cut columns of pure white stone, between
which are secured finely carved panels of stone latticework. Within its
shadows you can see a statue of a robed and hooded figure and what

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looks like a raised pool of liquid.

Quickly you take to the steps and go to move inside but you are
stopped by a voice that halts you in your tracks. The voice is calling
your name.
Will you respond? If this is your choice turn to section 40. If you
would rather back away and consider further what you should do
turn to section 75.
83
With increasing speed the statues come to life, their black forms
radiating energy as they leave their ordered ranks and advance upon
you. Too late you realise that you have made a grave error. These
Stone Guardians wish you harm and more than a dozen now bar the
only obvious exit from the hall. In the coruscating light blazing from
the cauldron four of their number advance toward you, their weapons
flashing brightly as they break into a run.
You have few options before such powerful adversaries. Will you
stand your ground and fight? If this is your choice turn to section 49.
If you would rather attempt to find another way out turn to section 58.
84
You cannot stop to investigate. The canyon reaches out ahead of
you and you have no time to waste. With the night hours quickly
whiling away you remain focused on finding the Temple. It must lie
somewhere ahead.
Turn to section 47.
85
You look about the valley and realise that the slopes are too
unstable, their crumbling soils too fractured by fissures to offer a safe
footing. Although there is nothing to indicate where you should go
next, the three canyons that spread out from the valley below must
hold the hiding place of the Temple you seek. Carefully you make
your way back to the valley floor and are about to stride out onto the
open ground when the smallest of sounds brings you to a sudden halt.

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Diving to the ground you wait as the wind blows about you. You
are sure that you heard something but you can see nothing moving
upon the valley floor ahead. In the dark you wait, and it is only in a
pause in the wind's bluster that you hear the sound again. From high
overhead comes the distinctive rush of wings as a huge beast glides
across your path. It takes only a moment for you to recognise the
creature. It is so huge it can only be one thing, a Rift Dragon.
Although you are exposed upon open ground there is nothing that you
can do except remain still. These Dragons hunt at night and it is
movement that is their key attractor. As long as you remain
motionless the beast may simply pass you by.
With the wind blowing in fitful gusts you lay still and watch as the
dark form moves silently across the sky, blinking out the stars with its
passage. You have heard it said that Rift Dragons are the
descendants of the great Ell'adrim of the Ancient World, and although
they have been the allies of the Oera'dim in times past they hold no
favour for any Being who might find himself alone in their presence.
You wait quietly for even the smallest of their number are more than a
match for any Jotun. At too many campfires have you heard tales of
entire Jotun crues being attacked in the high mountains, of dozens of
warriors dying after being ambushed upon lonely passes. You know
that if this creature sees you it will kill you.
To your dismay the Dragon does not keep to a straight path but
turns slowly in a wide arc as if it is looking for something. You cannot
take the chance of moving so you resign yourself to waiting it out,
marking time as the great serpent searches the canyons and defiles of
the foothills for prey. Thankfully you do not need to wait long.
With a screech that echoes through the canyons ahead the Dragon
veers southwards, gaining altitude as it flies towards the brooding
peaks of the Great Rift and the darkness beyond. When you are sure
that it has gone you raise yourself from the ground and dust yourself
down. It is time that you begin your deskai in earnest. Ahead are
three canyons, each possibly the hiding place of the Temple of the
Moons. You must choose one.
If you wish to take the eastern canyon, turn to section 10. If you
would rather take the southern canyon turn to section 28. If you
believe the western canyon may prove more fruitful turn to section 57.

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86
You stand before the circle of swirling vapours and consider what
you should do next. There appears to be no other way out of the
courtyard yet the Well of Dreams was specific. Beyond the walls of
Nem'haleen could be found the entrance to the Temple of the Moons.
It seems obvious that this is the entrance, but you have never seen
anything like it, and you certainly have no knowledge of how it should
be used. In the end you decide that the only logical course is to walk
through the vapours. If nothing happens then you have lost nothing.
If it takes you where you wish to go then this will be a story worth the
telling when you return to your Kraal. Tentatively you step through
the stone circle.
In a blinding flash of light you feel yourself being hurled through
the air, spinning out of control as some enormous force takes hold of
your body. In a void of light you feel yourself being pulled first in one
direction then the other, as if the forces that have you cannot decide
where they must take you. Within these seconds of chaos you lose
hold of your warhammer and immediately it is gone, thrown out of
your grasp to disappear into nothingness. But then, just as quickly as
it started the void of light dissolves away and you feel another
sensation, only this time it is easy to identify. You are falling.
If this is the first time you have passed through Rinfalen's Gate
without the Word of Aggeron burned upon your arm turn to section
86a. If this is the second time turn to section 118a.
86a
When you hit ground you hit hard, a shower of scree erupting as
you collapse onto a steep slope and then are propelled downwards.
Vainly you try and stop yourself but there is no halting your
momentum as you roll and tumble down the incline. Only when you
hit level ground do you finally come to a halt.
Dazed and bruised you try and stand but a vertigo takes hold and
you are forced to wait as the unease settles in your head. You cannot
determine where you are just yet but you are sure that you have not
arrived at the Temple of the Moons. You are somewhere else.
Under a starlit sky you find yourself instead upon the outer
boundaries of a large ruined city, bordered on all sides by steep hills.
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that have been the backdrop of your quest, and their familiar
orientation tells you that you have not been transported too far. You
notice also that there is only one apparent exit from this valley, a small
opening in the hills to the north. It appears to be a canyon not unlike
those you have previously travelled. Where you are exactly though is
a mystery you will need to solve quickly.
The city spreads across the entire floor of the valley, rising at some
points in the south in a series of terraces that encroach upon the hills
there. It is a city of the dead though, and as you survey the ruined
buildings and fields of scattered rubble you see no sign or life, no hint
of habitation or activity of any kind. You have only the wind as your
companion, but there is something else here, something out of place.
Within the fields of ruin you see a Temple, a simple structure of white
stone columns surmounted by a glistening green dome. It stands
squarely at the centre of the city and shines in the moonlight, a beacon
of perfection in a landscape of waste and destruction. There is no
other standing structure in the entire city, and if there are answers to
be found for the questions that now crowd your thoughts, it is there
that you must go.
Carefully you check yourself for injury but you have survived your
unforeseen arrival without any identifiable harm. Looking around
you are surprised also to find your warhammer embedded in the dry
earth no more than twenty metres from where you stand. Quickly you
retrieve your weapon and find your way down onto the valley floor.
The ruins are a maze of fallen stonework and smashed statuary,
within which you negotiate a path that takes you towards the only
standing structure at its centre. Around you ruined buildings lay as
mounds of rubble, and it is quickly apparent that they met their end
not at the hands of time and weather but by an act of systematic, and
deliberate, destruction. Within the chaos you find sign of hammer
and chisel, and of a malevolent intent to destroy any word or symbol
etched into its stone. When this city was destroyed the architects of its
destruction did not only wish the pulling down of its buildings, but the
removal of any vestige of its identity as well.
Such obvious hatred makes the survival of the temple at its centre
all the more curious. Within a plain of smashed rock and destruction
it stands pristine, and in the light of the rising moons it beckons you
on, drawing you closer.
When you reach the base of its steps you see immediately that it is
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all sides by immaculately cut columns of pure white stone, between

which are secured finely carved panels of stone latticework. Within its
shadows you can see a statue of a robed and hooded figure and what
looks like a raised pool of liquid.
Quickly you take to the steps and go to move inside but you are
stopped by a voice that halts you in your tracks. The voice is calling
your name.
Will you respond? If this is your choice turn to section 40. If you
would rather back away and consider further what you should do
turn to section 75.
87
The defile cuts deep into the mountains for some distance and as
you follow its path westwards you realise quickly that it is more than
just a fracture in the skin of the world. In fact it is not natural at all,
but a huge causeway cut deep into the stone of the slopes. At first you
do not notice the signs of an ancient handiwork, the edges of the defile
too worn and desiccated to give clues to its origin, but as you move
deeper into the causeway the walls grow ever taller, the evidence of a
hand other than that of the natural world becoming much more
obvious.
In the deep shadow of the causeway you see cleanly cut stone faces
and hand-made walls that edge both sides of the defile. The floor of
the canyon is different also, a cobbled walkway clearly visible beneath
the piles of smashed rock that have become so familiar to you. It is
the symbols crafted into the stone that are of most interest however.
For a moment you stop and take in the long lines of text that run
along the walls. Much of it is sharp edged and shows little sign of
wear, but in its origins it is older than the Trell'sara and most are
unknown to you. A number of the glyphs are familiar though. One in
particular gives you cause to rub at your throat and remind you of the
thirst that you have so far chosen to ignore. It says "water", and it
gives a clear indication that it can be found further down the defile.
You leave the writings behind and move on, the possibility of water
ahead a strong incentive to see where this canyon leads. It is a long
one though, a straight line of cut stone that disappears into the night's
gloom without hint of ending. You know it must however. Such care
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purpose, a reason for the effort given to its creation. In the darkest of
shadows you find your answer.
Almost before you realise what is happening the causeway ends
abruptly, and you find yourself stumbling out into a wide pool of knee
deep water. The pool is perfectly circular and bordered on all sides by
cliffs of sheer stone that rise to more than one hundred metres above
you. In the perfect dark your only light is the stars framed in a wide
circle overhead, and it is only as you become accustomed to the
deeper gloom that you see something standing in the centre of the
pool.
Carefully you move closer and see more clearly that it is a tree, or at
least a sculpted representation of a tree, pure white in the darkness
and covered on its branches by thousands of green crystal leaves. Set
into its trunk you can also see a large red jewel, and from within its
clear crystal there swirls a faint vortex of light, so dim and red that it
blends indiscriminately into the darkness. At the rear of the pool is a
line of eleven raised columns, each surmounted by a figure robed and
hooded. In the dark it is impossible to see anything of them, they
stand silent, each pointing at the tree as if daring you to approach it.
In the vast space you stand quietly and consider what you should
do. At your back you can feel the wind blowing along the causeway
then swirling upwards as it tries to find a way over the high cliffs.
With each bluster the limbs of the tree move and thousands of small
reflections of the sky above shine from the jewelled leaves. You look
around and decide that there seems to be no danger in this place. The
waters at your knees are still and clear, their surface a perfect
reflection of the bright stars above. Then you remember your parched
throat. Tentatively you bend and smell the water.
Do you wish to drink from this pool? If your thirst is in need of

quenching turn to section 17. If you would rather leave this place turn
to section 70.
88
With the rising moons creeping over the edge of the canyon at your
left shoulder you run southwards. Much time has been lost in your
efforts to negotiate this broken ground but as the canyon opens up
into a far wider rift you find the terrain easier, falls of rock no longer
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into the foothills, and as you follow its tortured path you begin to see
signs that you may not be alone.
In the many fissures in the canyon walls you find the remains of
animals both large and small. Carcasses are crammed into cracks in
the rock, and upon the open ground within the canyon there are wide
areas of dirt, smoothed as if some huge creature has used the spaces
to lay and take rest. Almost too late you realise that you have run
into the lair of a predator.
The whistling rush of leathered wings overhead confirms your
worst fears. Instinctively you flatten yourself within the shadows of
the nearest boulder and wait for the creature to show itself. You know
what it is though. In your haste you have run into the hunting
grounds of the Rift Dragon you saw earlier, and now you will have to
find a way out of it. For the moment you can do nothing however.
You cannot see where it is, and until you do it has the advantage.
In the shadows you remain quiet, listening for the beat of its wings
but there is nothing. The beast has gone to ground and you will be
unable to move until it makes its presence known. It does not take
long. Upon the canyon wall directly above your hiding place the
sound of falling dirt alerts you to movement close at hand. You look
up at the rock face and the enormous shadow of the Dragon emerges
silhouetted against the stars. The beast sits upon the slopes above, its
head and long neck reaching out over the canyon rim. It can sense
that you are somewhere close but cannot locate you until you also
make a move. For the moment you remain still.
As the Dragon searches the canyon floor you look more closely at
its form and find that it is not a full grown serpent. This one is more a
juvenile, probably no more than twenty-five metres in length. Its size
however, is still far more than a single Jotun should confront alone.
Finding no movement below the beast screeches out its frustration and
moves further along the edge of the canyon. It will not give up until it
has found you.
The Rift Dragon shall not leave until it has you. As it moves further
down the canyon you will need to decide what you should do next.
Will you run back up the canyon and attempt to leave it far behind? If
this is your choice turn to section 8. If you would rather hide and try
and elude its search turn to section 22. If you have no time for delays
and would rather confront the serpent on open ground turn to section
64. If you are in possession of a flash-charge and wish to use it
against the Dragon turn to section 107.

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89
In the glare of the conflagration you search the walls of the canyon
for a possible path over and around the fire. The eastern wall is too
fractured to consider but the western wall rises to its crest in a series
of steep layers. There is a chance that you will find enough of a
purchase there to climb either to the top of the canyon wall, or at least
high enough to safely traverse the fire without harm. With your
decision made you slide your warhammer into its fittings at your back
and begin the climb.
To climb around the fire will require some skill. The wall of the
canyon is steep and the fire burns hot at your back. Test your agility.
If you pass this test turn to section 12. If you fail the test turn to
section 44.
90
The Shattereen remains as you had previously left it, a broad area
of broken ground bordered on all sides by steep slopes. From your
position you see the dark openings of the southern and eastern
canyons in the gloom ahead. Quickly you move further onto the
desiccated earth of the valley floor and consider what you should do
next.
If you have not already done so and you now wish to take the
eastern canyon turn to section 10. If you believe the southern canyon
should be your choice turn to section 28.
91
For a time you hear nothing further but there is something out
there, you can sense it, and in the darkness you wait for it to reveal
itself. When it comes you grip the handle of your warhammer all the
tighter. It is a Ranger, a vehmin of the south, clothed in black and
moving down the slope some ten metres above your hiding place.
Under a moonless sky he is as dark as the night itself, nothing but a
shadow moving silently down into the valley below. All your muscles
tense as you realise that before you moves an enemy. It is one that you
can choose to let pass, or kill.

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It is your choice. If you feel compelled to attack the Ranger turn to

section 99. If you have a cooler head and wish to see what he is doing
first turn to section 43.
92
With the Coer'danith in hand you retrace your steps, moving
eastwards down the long causeway as you head back to the canyon.
The night is cool and silent but your mind is a chaos of thoughts and
conflict. Your deskai is far more complex than the old Shaman had
alluded to, and there is obviously more going on here than you could
possibly understand. It is a situation you do not relish, and one that
you are determined to control if you can.
The Fael'nirion however, was most unexpected. The Well of
Dreams has always been a popular folk-tale amongst the Oera'dim,
but never could you have thought it might be so real, nor for that
matter as insistent as it was in giving you its message. In this dark
canyon your only concern though is the completion of your deskai.
Regardless of anything else the finding of the Temple is your only real
concern. If there are other forces at work then they will have to stand
and wait their turn.
Quickly you make the entrance to the causeway and look out onto
the ground beyond. According to the Well of Dreams the Temple of
the Moons can be found in the south. As far as you can tell from the
directions given Nem'haleen must be at the end of this canyon. It is
the only certain direction you have been given so far and you take it
with both hands.
Turning right you run out onto the floor of the canyon and continue
southwards. At this point the canyon is wide and without landslide or
rift to provide any barrier. At the run you follow its jagged path,
warhammer strapped at your back and the Heart of the Lost gripped
tightly in your left hand. It is as you advance that you find an
unexpected choice arise before you. In the brighter moonlight you see
ahead the canyon taking two separate paths, one to the left, hidden by
debris and not easily noticed in the darkness, the other to the right,
open and a continuation of the canyon itself.
If you wish to explore the hidden path turn to section 30a. If the
main canyon is your choice instead turn to section 55a.

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93
In the light of the blazing cauldron you move closer to inspect one
of the huge statues. Made of pure obsidian they are as black as the
night and carved in such fine detail that they almost seem alive. You
cannot make out exactly what they represent but you have little doubt
that they are Trell'sara, probably priests or warriors of the ancient
wars between their brethren and the Forgotten Ones. The weapons
leave no question as to their nature however. Each is posed
differently, with either sword or spear in their possession, and each
have their faces hooded, their long bodies draped in cloaks that flow
like dark water over their forms.
For a moment you consider the exquisite carving and the huge size
of the stone giants as the cauldron blazes into an even greater
conflagration. You step back and it is then that you see the statue
before you move. Slowly it flexes its sword-arm before turning at the
waist, and as you look down the line of warriors you see them all
moving, stretching limbs long held still. In the red glow of the
cauldron the statues are tinged in fire, their rusted weapons flickering
with reflected light as they are swung in great arcs before them.
The Stone Guardians of the Trell'sara are coming to life. If you do

not wish to wait around to see what their intentions might be turn to
section 25. If you are unsure as to their purpose and wish to wait and
see what will happen turn to section 83.
94
The canyon reaches deep into the foothills of the Great Rift, and
with no time to spare you move quickly along its course, your hope
that the Temple lies somewhere ahead. In the dark you can see little,
the moons' rise against the horizon not yet enough to illuminate the
floor of this deep rift. In the shadows you run with purpose, the
canyon reaching eastwards before veering south and into an ever
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uneven ground, unsure as to how much further you must travel before
you will need to turn back. It is as you consider this possibility that
you see the faintest glimmer of a light coming from a small hole in the
canyon wall at your left.
Will you stop and have a closer look. If this is your will turn to
section 23. If you do not have time for such distractions and wish to
continue further along the canyon turn to section 84.
95
With the Oracle's words still echoing in your thoughts you leave the
Temple of the Two Suns and make for the canyon ahead, your only
option to follow its cragged defile westwards. After the open space of
the ruins the canyon is devoid of illumination and even the slowly
rising moons bring little light to its interior. You however, have no
other path available to you, and with no time to spare run into the all-
encompassing gloom. You move forward quickly but your thoughts
are a melee of conflicting ideas and memories. The emurion'ka held a
special place in the mythology of your people, but that was until it was
captured at Kal Murda and made a trophy of the vehmin. Now the
Powers of the world had deemed that another should be placed into
the hands of the Jotun. The honour of its collection has been given to
you but in truth you cannot see why. In the back of your mind you
know that Shan'dari has these answers, but you will have to survive
your quest to ask them.
Suddenly your thoughts are interrupted by a noise ahead. From a
turn in the path you can hear the fall of dislodged dirt and stone.
Instinctively you grab for your hammer and it is only by luck that you
keep a firm hold of it. From the canyon wall above a dark shadow
drops down upon you, kicking hard into your side. Winded, you hit
the opposing canyon wall, causing a deluge of loose dirt to cascade
from the rock face. Such an insult cannot be left unanswered, and as
you regain your feet the assailant comes at you with his sword aimed
squarely at your throat. It is a Ranger of the Watch and he wishes you
dead.
This Ranger of the Watch will not stop until you are dead, or you
have sent his spirit to the halls of his ancestors. He has a combat
value of 15 and endurance points of 14. If you win this combat turn to
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96
In the gloom you approach the plaque and confirm that it must
have once been an impressive piece of metalwork. Standing almost
twice your own height and as wide as your outstretched arms, it
appears to be a simple, if somewhat long, poem. Most of its text has
long since been worn down by rust and weather but the last stanza
remains legible. It is written in the common tongue of the Oera'dim
though an archaic dialect. For a moment you study it, trying to make
sense of its ancient syntax. When you believe that you understand you
whisper its meaning under your breath.
Between dark and light, at shadow's edge,

can be found the truth of this warrior's pledge,
Mark these words and meet thy fate,
here burns the key to Rinfalen's Gate.
As you mouth the last of the words your body is suddenly gripped
within a bright beam of light that emanates from somewhere within
the ruined levels of the amphitheatre. Within its grasp you cannot
move a muscle, and quickly you find yourself being dragged closer
towards the plaque. Desperately you struggle against the power that
now entwines your body but it is inexorable, and slowly you feel your
arm rising to touch the metal slab. Before you can take another
breath a thin sliver of light bursts out from the crystal embedded in its
right corner, the light burning a line slowly into your arm. The pain is
intense but you can do nothing about it. As you watch you see a
complicated glyph being scorched into your forearm, and as the pain
intensifies you know that this is a tattoo that will not diminish with
age. You are being marked for life.
The air is cold but you sweat with the effort of your resistance. Pain
is nothing to a Jotun, just an absolute that no warrior can avoid, but
this enforced marking is an affront to the tattoos you wear as symbols
of your ancestry. You resist but it proves futile. Above all you are a
creature of EarthMagic and in its grasp you have no control. When
the thin shaft of light has done its job you are released, your body
falling heavily to the ground. Tentatively you rub at your arm and
find that the glyph is indeed permanent.
In a fit of rage you jump to your feet and strike at the metal slab
with your warhammer, cursing its existence, making sure it
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remains silent, its job complete. Frustrated by its indifference you turn
your back on it and consider what you should do. This is not the
Temple of the Moons, and for whatever reason you have been marked
and there is little you can do about it. In the cold night air you think
on whether you should just return to the Shattereen and continue with
your deskai. Such are your thoughts but they are cut short by the
uncomfortable feeling that there is something else here, something
that does not want you to leave.
On the breath of the wind you sense a great malevolence
approaching. You cannot be sure but within the folds of the bluster
you can feel a portent of anger, and of a malicious hate that builds
quickly as you stand alone on the arena floor. It takes little time to
manifest itself before you.
Within the wide grounds of the arena you feel the wind begin to
blow all the harder, a cold stinging gale that swirls in great eddies
across the flat ground. As you watch the eddies tighten, forming
dozens of smaller whirlwinds that track across the sandy field
towards you. At first their shapes are indistinct, but as the whirlwinds
become tighter and more energetic you begin to see shapes moving
within them. With the wind now a constant gale you brace yourself
and reach for your hammer. These Beings of wind and sand hold
weapons and you can feel a hatred emanating from them that leaves
you with little doubt as to their purpose. They mean to kill you.
These are the Shades of Despair, the spectral remains of warriors

who died in this arena long ago. They are drawn to you because of
their mindless hatred of all things living, and because of the power of
the Word of Aggeron that has been burned into your flesh. They have
no form nor intellect, they are just reflections of the suffering inflicted
on them many years before by masters who cared nothing for their
pain. The Shades may have no form but they do have weapons every
bit as real as your own, and they intend to use them. This will be a
fight that will take more than just skill and strength to survive. If you
have previously obtained a long piece of wood with three feathers
bound to it, turn to section 71. If you do not have this artefact turn to
section 42.

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97
The body is indeed that of a Ranger of the Watch and it would seem
that the vehmin has only recently met with a violent death. It strikes
you as you stand over his lifeless form that he does seem very small,
but that is the nature of these creatures. Still, in these mountains the
Rangers rule the passes and secret paths that cross the Great Rift.
You can only be glad that it was not you who had to send him to the
halls of his ancestors.
Out of curiosity you pull the body from the dirt pile and consider
the ramifications of your find. The Ranger is only newly dead and this
does not bode well. Where you can find one Ranger it is said, you will
find many, and if there has been combat here then his brethren cannot
be far away.
Before you move on do you wish to search the body? If this is your
choice turn to section 113. If you would rather not risk the chance of
being spotted by any other Rangers turn to section 63.
98
In a storm of exploding sand and flailing tentacles a great slithering
beast rises from the canyon floor beneath you. Startled by the violence
of its appearance you stagger backwards and are hit by the full force
of a huge writhing tentacle as the creature searches eagerly for an
easy meal. It is a blow that throws you on your back, knocking the
breath from your lungs and leaving a wide but superficial gash across
your chest. The beast is a monster unknown to you, and as it lumbers
out of its hiding place you can see it is a mass of slithering limbs
covered in slime and wet sand. At the rear of the creature you can
make out a bloated body that extends back into the hole from whence
it came. It is not going to let you pass, and that is unacceptable to the
completion of your deskai. A Jotun does not shirk a blow once it is
taken, and the beast needs a lesson in picking its meals more carefully.
You take a firm hold on your warhammer and attack.
The Sandlurker has a combat value of 16 and endurance points of

24. (Deduct one point from your endurance to account for the
Sandlurker's first blow before continuing) If you survive four combat
rounds with the beast turn to section 62. If the beast kills you within
these four rounds turn to section 19.

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98a
The Temple Guardian is a magical artifice of great age and one that
proves a formidable opponent. It attacks relentlessly, sweeping blows
and thrusts forcing you away from the pool and further from the
hanging sword. In desperation you redouble your own attack, trying
to strike a blow that will send it into dust before the emurion'ka
disappears from the world forever. It is a task that is beyond you.
With a speed that leaves you unable to defend yourself the
Guardian strikes at your shoulder, cutting deep into muscle and
toppling you backwards onto the cold stone floor of the Temple. In
that instant the statue jumps upon you, a second blow arcing down
towards your exposed neck. It is a wound that you cannot survive. In
this ancient chamber you die, your lifeblood ebbing away, the object of
your quest fading from view as you draw your last breath. It enters
your thoughts as you watch the sword vanish from the world that you
were very close to finishing your deskai, but it must now wait for
another lifetime before success shall indeed be yours.
THE END
99
In a flurry of broken stone you break from your cover and charge
down the slope towards him. Your heart pounds as you bring up your
warhammer to strike the vehmin down, but he will not be that easy to
kill. Before you can bring him within reach there is a flash of bright
steel in the night and he stands his ground ready to fight. This man
does not fear you, his duty is clear.
The combat begins. The Ranger has a combat value of 14 and

endurance points of 18. If you win the fight turn to section 14. If you
lose turn to section 34.

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100
There is a chance you think, that within this dilapidated
passageway you might find one of the items spoken of by the Oracle.
If indeed the Word of Aggeron, or the Heart of the Lost is to be found
then this is as good a place as any to search for them. Carefully you
pull away enough of the stone from the entrance and then move
inside. The first thing you notice is that the corridor was not made for
the use of Jotun. The way ahead is cramped and you must crouch low
to make any headway. This passage is however, not without interest.
Along its length you can see little, only the barest of light from the
entrance behind you providing any illumination at all. What you can
see is curious to say the least. The arched walls and floor are all
made of obsidian, a slick, black crystalline rock that forms a seamless
passageway deep into the cliff-face behind the amphitheatre. Within
these smooth walls you can see the indistinct forms of warriors and
priests, all embedded in the stone, entombed as if participating in
some strange procession that follows you as you move deeper into the
rock. Some eighty metres into the passage you find a small
rectangular room with a wide spiral staircase descending downwards
into darkness at its far end.
For a moment you consider whether you should continue on. The
staircase seems solid but there is little enough light. Even the eyes of a
Jotun, created for work in the deep mines of the world, cannot see in
total darkness.
"If only there was more light here." You say to yourself, and in
response the feeblest of glows emerges around you. Startled by the
response you wait for some sign of danger but none comes. You look
around and see that the light is emanating faintly from the stone itself.
It is a red-tinged glimmering that flows through the obsidian walls,
like a pulse that originates far below. Considering what has happened
you try something else.
"A bit more light would be helpful." You declare, half in jest. In
response the glow brightens, illuminating the passage behind and the
deep recesses of the stairwell beneath you. It reaches far below and in
the quiet you are sure you can hear a low hum rising up the steps.
Do you wish to continue? If this is your choice turn to section 117.

If you do not see any advantage to progressing any further down the
stairwell you can retrace your steps back to the arena floor by turning
to section 114.

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101
Quickly you recognise the device for what it is. In the tales of your
people there are mentions of small globes such as this, used by the
Rangers of the Watch to blind adversaries in battles that they might
not otherwise hope to win. It is a flash-charge, a small explosive
device that when triggered explodes in a ball of blinding light. Such a
device could prove useful, but you have heard also that they can be
temperamental allies. Depressing the trigger mechanism by accident
can lead to its detonation and certain death to anyone in close contact.
It is something you should consider carefully before taking it with you.
If you wish to take the flash-charge record this on your character

sheet. If you think it might be too dangerous to take, then you can
drop it back onto the ground and leave it behind. Either way you
must now move on. Turn to section 63.
102
The Reaver attacks you in a smothering cloud of dust and
scattering rock. Against its power you stand little chance of survival
but you are a Jotun and you do not succumb to anything without
exacting a cost of your own. Time and again it attacks, lashing out
with its huge pincers, stabbing at you with its long stinger-tipped tail
as you dodge and weave. More than once you blunt its assault with
your hammer, but the creature is huge and only a miracle can save
your from its jaws. That miracle does not come.
Alerted by the vicious battle the other two Reavers come to
investigate the commotion, and immediately join in the fight. It can
end only one way. From somewhere at your back one of the Reavers
strikes out with its tail, driving its stinger straight through your body.
With your life quickly draining away, you feel yourself being lifted into
the air and then flung bodily into the wall of the canyon. With your
last breath you open your eyes and see the three Reavers fighting each
other for your body, your last conscious thought that you hope they
choke on it. In this life your deskai is over.
THE END

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103
The stairwell is deep but with light now flooding its interior you
move cautiously downwards. Unlike the passage above the stairway
has no embedded denizens peering from its slick walls, but it is a
remarkable delving nonetheless. Although you look carefully at the
walls of the stairwell as you descend you can see no evidence of joins
or seams of any kind. It is as if the entire spiralling set of stairs had
been carved from a single block of obsidian and somehow placed in
this desolate place. You can see no artifice that might explain its
construction but you are impressed, and you make a mental note to let
Shan'dari know of its existence. Such things are important to your
people and the Shaman will need to see it for himself.
It takes some time to reach the base of the stairs and when you do,
you find an archway that opens into a wide cavern. The chamber is
hand-made and stands as a shallow dome-shaped space that reaches
only fifteen metres at its highest point. Surfaced in the same black
obsidian it is completely featureless except for a small marble plinth
that stands at its centre. Against its black surroundings the white
marble commands curiosity and attention. You move towards it and it
is then that you see the sphere.
Upon a small cushion of red cloth the sphere sits atop the marble
column, a perfect globe of infinitely black crystal. In the glowing light
of the chamber's walls it reflects an azure tinge but the sphere's
interior is a deep well of darkness from which no light emanates. You
approach the plinth carefully, unsure as to the nature of the sphere, its
purpose unknown to you. In the instant that you decide that it might
be best to not get too close the sphere awakens, its dark surface
turning into a swirling pattern of deep blue and silvered lights that
spin violently within its form. The sphere itself does not move. Upon
its mounting it remains still whilst the coloured lights swirl all the
faster.
It is a truth that you have never understood EarthMagic, nor for
that matter the ways of those who wield it. It has been your earnest
ambition to live your life with a reliance on the strength of your arm
and the common-sense given to you by your father, but there are
times when these are not enough. The swirling sphere stands before
you as something unknown, and before you can decide what to do the
sphere decides for you.
"Is it to be my fate that I must wait all day for you to say
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of echoes that end like thunder on the tundra. Quickly you look
around but there is no-one else in sight. It is the sphere, and it wishes
to talk.
"I am sorry," you say to the air about you, "but I was unaware that
there was any need for me to say anything."
The sphere remains silent for a moment, but in the pause you get
the impression that it is somewhat miffed by your silence.
"State you name and lineage." The sphere demands. It appears a
straightforward request so you answer.
"I am Tansen'Delving, first son of Agror'Delving, Chieftain of Kraal
Delving and Consul of the Jotun of the West; who in his turn is son of
Tallen'Delving, son of Achell'Delving, a Brother-Chief to
Chavel'Oldemai. This is my name and lineage. What is yours?"
The sphere pauses again for a moment and answers also.
"I have no name but of my kind I am known as a Scrystone, placed
here by the Hammer, Qirion'Delving himself to serve as a signpost for
travellers who do not know their way. I know of you Tansen'Delving,
of your lineage, and of the task that has been laid before you. In the
matter of the Temple of the Moons I can provide assistance. You need
only ask."
Such a boon seems too good to be true, but it is said that you cannot
let Providence pass unnoticed as it will not return quickly. You ask the
question.
"Where can I find the Temple of the Moons?"
The Scrystone's answer is immediate.
"The Temple of the Moons can be found in the south, beyond the
barren ground of the Shattereen. It resides within an ancient fortress
known to the Trell'sara as Nem'haleen. A traveller in search of the
Temple will find it there. Take heed of these words for it is all that can
be given to you. On this matter I can say no more."
The Scrystone's words fade, and as they recede so does the swirling
energy within the sphere. As the sphere's power declines the
illumination in the chamber also weakens. Quickly you run for the
stairs and discover that the light is fading there, the entire delving
returning to absolute dark. With no time to waste you begin your
ascent, bounding up the steps in an effort to beat the darkness but you
are not fast enough, the remaining half of your climb reduced to a
slow process of feeling your way forward.
When you reach the upper passage you find the light of the open
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arena. The gloom of night proves a considerable improvement on the

hole you have just emerged from, and you stand in the cool air for a
moment, getting your bearings and considering what should be your
next move.
The Scrystone has given you clues as to where the Temple of the
Moons can be found, but has not been specific. The arena stands
before you and only the metal plaque beckons any interest. Will you
read what is on the metal slab? If this is your choice turn to section
96. If you think the words of the Scrystone need to be acted upon
immediately, and you would much rather leave this place turn to
section 11.
103a
It takes only a second to fall back to earth but it is a fall you will
not survive. In that moment of suspense you know you will be
consumed by the flames, however this is not to be your fate. Instead
you fall heavily upon your waistbag, triggering the flashcharge. In a
detonation of light and power the charge explodes, the full force of the
concussion device focused upon you spine and midriff. Instantly your
back is broken, your flesh torn and seared by the blast. As you lay
helpless and bleeding it is only then that you realise you have fallen
into the flames, and that they are no more than an illusion.
Desperately you try and stem the bleeding but your wounds are too
severe. As you fall into unconsciousness you consider how
disappointed Shan'dari will be, but this is your fate and you accept it
as a warrior should. In this desolate canyon you die, your deskai over.
Perhaps in another life you will find better luck.
THE END
104
The Shades fall upon you as vortices of stinging sand and razor-
sharp iron. In the midst of their number you fight desperately, fending
their blows and trying to force a passage to the canyon exit in the east.
It is a difficult combat, their bodies no more than swirling clouds of icy
wind, but it is one that leaves you cut and bleeding with every
unriposted strike. With no help, and no chance of harming your
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have left in a continuous assault of jabs, cuts and lunges. It is a battle

you cannot hope to win.
From the shadows at your back the huge form of a giant warrior
rises from the sands, a great scimitar in its hands. Before you can turn
to fend the blow it cuts downwards, cleaving a mortal tear through
your shoulder and chest. Such is the power of the strike that you have
no chance. With the scimitar still protruding from your body you
topple sideways into the sand of the arena, dead before you hit the
ground. Like many that have entered this place you now join the
ranks of the shaded undead, cursed to wait in the half-light of a
tortured existence for your next victim. In this world however, your
deskai is over. It will be in another life that you must now seek better
fortune.
THE END
105
The walls of Nem'haleen stand as you have previously found them
but this time you have what you need to gain entry. Carefully you
walk forward and place the Coer'danith in the small cutaway in the
stone plinth. Immediately the gem begins to glow, a swirling vortex of
light shining briefly from its centre. It is all that is needed.
Without sound or action the surface of the great wall falls away, a
perfect arch of stone appearing at the left side of the plinth. For a
moment you wait, unsure as to whether there is danger here but
nothing happens, the arch simply an opening into a wide courtyard
beyond, plain and efficient in design. At the far end of the courtyard
stands a large upright circle of stone, within which there swirls a solid
mist of opaque vapour. Carefully you look about, surveying the entire
yard but your eyes come back to the circle of mist. It is beckoning you
forward.
Again you survey the yard but there are no exits, no other doorways
that might give you access to the Temple of the Moons. In fact you
realise there is nothing here but the ring of stone. Carefully you take
the Heart of the Lost from the plinth and then move forward into the
enclosed courtyard to search for any clues that might indicate how
you should proceed. The circle is an interwoven design of carved
obsidian, its smooth surfaces cleverly cut with a twisting motif of vines
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upper rim. You can see no words or symbols except for two small
glyphs cut into its crowning leaves. You recognise them immediately,
they are the glyphs of Elanna and Shabel, the moons of Arborell.
If you have found the Word of Aggeron previously turn to section

29. If you have not turn to section 86.
106
The Reaver is a beast that fights with a primal instinct for survival.
Within the confines of the narrow canyon its great pincers spread out
as huge armoured weapons that grab and slice at you in an attempt to
bring you down. Against the beast it is only your agility and strength
that keep you from its tearing claws, and in the shadows you pound
away at its thick plating in an attempt to smash its limbs. The Reaver
does not know how to take a backward step however, and in a fury of
choking dust and razor-sharp pincers it is only a matter of time before
it has you.
Blow for blow the battle rages, each strike of the monster's huge
claws returned in kind with the hard edge of your hammer. More
than once you cause the Reaver to falter, the sound of metal upon its
hard skin a harsh thud in the gloom at you fight. It is all to no avail
though. Weary from the fight you make the mistake of halting your
attack to catch your breath, and in that moment of inaction the Reaver
lunges forward using its enormous weight to push itself on top of you.
Before you can push it aside the beast drives down with both its claws,
cutting deep into your chest. It is an attack you cannot survive.
Within this defile you die and your deskai ends. It will be to another
life that you must now look for better luck.
THE END
107
Quickly you grab the flash-charge from your waist-bag and run
from your cover into the centre of the canyon. There is no point in
trying to draw its attention, the Dragon will sense you soon enough
and with the vehmin device in hand you move steadily down the
defile, watching the edges of the cliff-walls for any sign of the beast.
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out of the night sky before you, its eyes glaring with all the
malevolence of a predator about to make its kill.
You have little time to respond to its sudden appearance but you
know what you must do. For the charge to be sufficient to blind the
beast it must be close, and in the confines of the canyon that will mean
letting it advance upon you. With the serpent settling to earth you
draw your warhammer from its fastenings and beginning yelling
curses at it. Dragons are not stupid and it knows what you are
saying. As you shout your oaths it claws at the ground, ready to
pounce upon you.
In a heartbeat of scattering stone and thundering earth the Dragon
attacks, its razor-sharp talons scything through the air towards you.
In that same instant you trigger the flash-charge and throw it at the
beast. In a blinding detonation of pure light the charge explodes,
turning the shadows of night into a white actinic burst of unbearable
brilliance. Luckily you remember to turn aside but the Rift Dragon is
unprepared, the charge erupting before its focused glare. It has the
desired effect.
With a shriek of surprise and anger the Dragon crashes to the
ground, its front legs pawing at eyes that have lost the will to see. You
know the effects will only be temporary and you are not going to wait
around to see what happens next. The Dragon flails in the dirt,
striking out at the ground about it, trying to bring down whatever has
hurt it so. Great claws tear at the canyon walls and huge pieces of the
rock face fall, but the Dragon cannot see and in its desperation tries to
gain a footing against the western face of the canyon. This is an
opportunity you take gladly. Quickly you pass beyond the thrashing
beast and run with all haste down the canyon. Before it has a chance
to regain its feet you are gone.
In the cool of the night you run onwards, following the canyon as it
opens into the south. Behind you the air is filled with the anger of the
beast as it vents its frustration, but as you run it diminishes and before
long you are once again alone with the night. After a short time you
find yourself at a fork in the way. The main canyon continues on to
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108
As you ponder the slab a memory comes to you of something
Shan'dari had said some years before. You had been on a hunting
expedition into the far reaches of the Shael Plains and on one
particularly cold night the old Shaman had recounted a story, one that
had originated in the distant histories of the Oera'dim. In truth you
cannot remember much of it, something about a traveller and a beast
that would lay out food to draw in the unwary to its den, but it was
his final words that stayed with you. "In a world ruled by magic," he
had said, "nothing may be as it seems."
As you look at the smooth surface of the stone you cannot help but
be suspicious. Before you do anything you will test it for yourself.
Taking your warhammer in hand you tap the slab lightly at its corner.
Nothing happens. It has the sound of stone but there is a hollow ring
to it, not the dull vibration one might expect of a solid piece of rock
laying across a firm foundation. With both hands you hit the stone
harder and in the quiet night air a great booming sound echoes off the
canyon walls, spreading up and down the defile in waves of
unwelcome noise.
Quickly you step back and wait for the ruckus you have caused to
die down. Standing silently in the dark you shake your head and
smirk at your clumsiness. If you had wanted to let every Ranger
within earshot know of your position then that was the way to do it.
With no further time to spend however, you consider again what you
should do.
You must go forward and the slab covers the floor of the canyon
ahead. You have ascertained it is real but its hollow sound does not
give you reason to trust its purpose. If you wish to try and jump the
slab then you must test your agility attribute to determine if you are
successful. If you pass this test turn to section 56. If you fail the test
turn to section 69. If you do not wish to take the risk and would
rather try and climb around the edges of the slab turn to section 112.
The full story of "The Unwary Traveller and the Maiden of Despair"
mentioned above can be found in this book's appendices.

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109
Quickly you emerge back into the open valley of the Shattereen and
look carefully to the west and east. The other canyons open out as
dark fractures in the surrounding slopes and in the dark of night you
consider what you should do next. Exposed upon the open ground
you think on what might be your next move, but in this matter the
Fates have chosen for you.
High overhead another set of eyes has noticed your dark form
against the shadows of the night. Against the stark wasteland of the
valley floor your movement has drawn attention to you, and it is an
interest that you can well do without. On leathered wings the creature
banks from its westerly path and begins a wide spiral towards the
Shattereen, its attention focused on your position. Within the light
bluster of the winds it moves silently, a predator enveloped within the
stars of the night sky, unnoticed as it descends upon you.
The first hint of danger comes only as a rush of air in the darkness.
Too late you realise that you have become this creature's prey, and
without hope of avoiding its deadly talons you are struck a lethal
blow, its claws digging into your shoulders, crushing the life from you
in a blood-spattered heartbeat.
Upon the dry earth of the Shattereen you die, your deskai over.
Such are the dangers of the Great Rift, but as you descend to the halls
of your ancestors you realise that the story you will tell of your death
will be a short one. In the dark of night you do not even know what
hit you.
THE END
110
These long dead warriors descend upon you, weapons held ready
as they try to surround your position. You know that you cannot
harm them so you have little alternative but to deflect their blows and
try and force a path across the arena floor. As the Shades approach
the air becomes cold and humid, the whirling vortices that make up
their forms exuding a palpable malevolence that reaches out for you
as if to strip you of your life-force. You are not going to oblige them.
The first attacks and you deflect its blows into the sandy ground. The
next tries to stab at your midriff but you side step the blow.
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yourself to be cornered. With your hammer drawing great arcs

through the air you decide on the path you wish to take and attack
the Shades that stand between you and the canyon exit. It is a battle
that continues as a grinding clash of arms that forces the Shades into
a circling pattern of attacks, their purpose to keep you in the arena as
you use all the strength you have to force a path out of it. In this
endeavour you are successful.
In a series of running combats you win through to the canyon exit
and run unhindered into its dark interior. Behind you the Shades
screech in frustration but then dissolve into the sands as you
disappear from sight. Providence has granted you success and you do
not look back as you run into the shadows.
Turn to section 11.
111
Carefully you pull away enough of the stone from the entrance to
make an entry and then move inside. The first thing you notice is that
the corridor was not made for the use of Jotun. The way ahead is
cramped and you must crouch low to make any headway. This
passage is however, not without interest.
Along its length you can see little, only the barest of light from the
entrance behind you providing any illumination at all. What you can
see is curious to say the least. The arched walls and floor are all
made of obsidian, a slick, black crystalline rock that forms a seamless
passageway deep into the cliff-face behind the amphitheatre. Within
these smooth walls you can see the indistinct forms of warriors and
priests, all embedded in the stone, entombed as if participating in
some strange procession that follows you as you move deeper into the
rock. Some eighty metres into the passage you find a small
rectangular room with a wide spiral staircase descending downwards
into darkness at its far end.
For a moment you consider whether you should continue on. The
staircase seems solid but there is little enough light. Even the eyes of a
Jotun, created for work in the deep mines of the world, cannot see in
total darkness.
"If only there was more light here." You whisper to yourself, and in
response the feeblest of glows emerges around you. Startled by the
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around and see that the light is emanating faintly from the stone itself.
It is a blue-tinged glimmering that flows through the obsidian walls,
like a pulse that originates far below. Considering what has
happened you try something else.
"A bit more light would be helpful." You declare, half in jest. In
response the glow brightens, illuminating the passage behind and the
deep recesses of the stairwell beneath you. It reaches far below, and
in the quiet you are sure you can hear a low hum rising up the steps.
Do you wish to continue down the stairwell? If this is your choice

turn to section 103. If you do not see any advantage to progressing
any further you can retrace your steps back to the arena floor by
turning to section 114.
112
The walls of the canyon are a weathered strata of fractured rock.
You carefully survey what you can see in the gloom and it does not
seem to hold any possibility of providing a safe purchase, but you
appear to have little choice. If you are to climb around this brooding
stone you will have to find a way.
Of the two sides of the canyon it is the eastern wall that seems to be
the strongest and quickly you begin, finding the footholds you need to
make a speedy traverse around the slab. The rock face proves to be as
unstable as you expected, but you have the reach to find the
handholds needed and quickly you make your way across.
It is only as you are reaching for your last handhold upon the
canyon wall that your luck fails you. The stone you have chosen to
hold your weight pulls away from the rock face and you fall heavily to
the ground, your body landing half upon the dry earth of the canyon
floor and half across the far edge of the slab. In that instant the stone
falls away beneath you, revealing a deep pit which draws your weight
into it as you struggle to stop yourself from falling in. In a move of
desperation you force your hands into the dirt and come to a halt,
your legs dangling over the edge of the abyss.
Quickly you pull yourself out, and then slide around to look into the
depths of the pit. It is a fathomless hole that reaches deep into the
earth, and it is one that would have taken you to an anonymous grave
if you had let it. For a moment you lay still and then get to your feet,
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rise. It has indeed been a long night, one that you will be glad to see
over, but the completion of your task still lies ahead. In the shadows
of the canyon you take the time to dust yourself down, and then
return to your journey. The canyon extends far to the south but you
have long legs and enough strength remaining to run for its end.
Carefully you make your way forward, your pace giving way to
caution as the defile widens, its high walls growing upwards as you
delve deeper into the foothills.
Overhead the moons of Arborell rise higher, spreading their
ethereal glow into the crumbling fissure. It is as you make your way
forward that you find the canyon forking in two directions. The main
canyon heads south, a smaller defile forces its way westwards.
the narrower path turn to section 87. If in your travels you have
previously found the Coer'danith turn to section 50a.
113
Quickly you search the Ranger's body. He is clothed in a tight
fitting leather uniform and a black travelling cloak but there is little
else. You do find in a small pouch at his waist belt two pieces of stale
Nahla bread.
If you wish to take the Nahla bread record this within the notes
section of your character sheet. Each of the pieces of bread will
restore two endurance points to your endurance level if you choose to
eat them. There is nothing else of value to your quest here. Before
you move off you take the time to hide the body in a wide crack in the
wall of the canyon and then continue on to the Shattereen.
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114
You can see little value in continuing any further. Quickly you turn
about and make your way back to the half-obscured entranceway. In
a cloud of dirt and broken stone you push your way out of the
cramped confines of the passage and stand once again upon the floor
of the arena.
If you wish you may read the metal plaque by turning to section 96.
If you would rather leave this place and return to the Shattereen turn
to section 11.
115
There seems little choice but to return back to the Shattereen and
try and find some further clue to the whereabouts of the Temple of the
Moons. Within this desolate landscape you can see no sign of
anything but the crumbling rock of the canyon and a burning sky of
stars above. It seems that you must try one of the other canyons.
Perhaps there you will have better luck.
At the run you race northwards, following the line of the fracture,
and aware that time runs just as quickly in the late hours of the night.
Your thoughts are filled with the possibilities of what might happen if
you do not complete your deskai, but you are a Jotun and failure is
not an option. In this endeavour you will either succeed, or die in the
attempt.
It is with this possibility crowding your thoughts that you stumble
into the dustmire. Indistinguishable from the floor of the canyon the
dustmire is a deep depression in the ground that has filled over the
years with tonnes of wind-blown dust and brittle vegetable matter.
Dry and lightly packed it sits for all intents as a stable part of the
ground before you, but it cannot hold your weight and you fall
forward into its desiccated embrace. In a cloud of smothering dust
you find yourself sinking quickly into its depths, and there is no
escape from its clutches. Frantically you try and force your way out,
but every movement speeds your descent, and the realisation comes
quickly that you are going to die.
Within the canyon all is quiet. The cloud of debris thrown up by
your fall into the dustmire settles quickly, and as the hours pass the
suns of morning rise against the eastern horizon. It is a wondrous
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Great Rift, but it is a display you will never see. Within the dustmire
you have long since smothered to death. Your deskai is over.
THE END
116
It is the western path you must take and it frustrates you that you
must once again enter this cragged defile. There is something within
its dark recesses that you have missed, and with the night quickly
moving towards sunsrise you have little time to waste.
In a rush you charge into the gloom and find yourself on familiar
ground. The canyon spreads as a jagged rift of crumbling stone that
holds a deep secret, one that you must find if you are to complete your
deskai. In this endeavour you cannot afford to fail. With the wind
blowing swiftly down the barren floor of the canyon you make your
way, until an unusual sound brings you to a halt.
Within the bluster of the wind you hear the sound of tearing, and a
strange clicking sound that echoes quietly upon the canyon walls
about you. Carefully you approach the next turn in the stone cliff-
face at your left, and there in the shadows you see a sight that leaves
you cold.
Upon the canyon floor you see the body of the Reaver you killed
previously, and about its lifeless form two more of its brethren eating
the carcass. The scorpion-like monsters are deep in their feast,
rending huge chunks of flesh from the beast's thorax, and they do not
notice your presence. From your vantage in the darkness you search
for any way around but the canyon is too narrow at this point. If you
are to pass beyond these monsters you will have to wait until they are
finished. It could take days.
Cursing your luck you turn from the gruesome scene and consider
what you should do. You could go back but that would be a failure on
your part. A Jotun does not try anything, he either succeeds or he
fails, and he never allows anything to stand in his way. But you
cannot go on either. The beasts crowd the only way through and it
leaves you with few options. You consider attacking the Reavers and
fight your way through but that would be suicide. One was enough of
a challenge, two would be impossible. Instead you look to the walls of
the canyon and the possibility of climbing into the hills to the north,
then finding the canyon further to the west. It is a possibility, but one

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you do not get the chance to put into action.

Out of the darkness at your back you hear the faintest of rasping
sounds, and then a quick movement of scurrying legs. In that instant
you turn on your heel and find a third Reaver bearing down upon you,
its great claws ready to strike.
You are trapped between this beast and the two further down the
canyon. You must fight if you are to survive. The Reaver is a huge
creature, far larger than the one you bested previously. It has a
combat value of 19 and endurance points of 35. If you can complete
four combat rounds without falling to this monster turn to section 102.
If the Reaver kills you within this period then it will be here that your
deskai ends. In another life you will then have to look for greater
providence.
116a
In a rush you make the entrance to the canyon and charge back
into its narrower confines. Behind you the Arachnari swarm into the
gap, the constricted space no hindrance in their headlong race to bring
you down. Quickly you dodge the rockfalls and scree slopes, hoping
that if you can make it back to the main canyon you might leave these
ravenous monsters behind. It is a hope that sustains you as you run,
but then the Arachnari lunge forward.
From out of the swarming creatures one larger than the rest bounds
towards you, its limbs swiping at your back as you try and stay ahead.
Before you a slope of loose stone covers the ground, small boulders
and fine grit piled in a drift that you scramble over to get away. It is
here that you lose your race for survival. Whether it be due to fatigue,
or a misjudged step, you trip upon the loose ground and fall heavily, a
cloud of dust roiling into the air as you try and regain your feet. It is
an opportunity the Arachnari do not let pass.
Before you can rise a heavy armoured foot slams down upon your
chest, pinning you to the stone beneath you. The Arachnari holds you
in place whilst dozens of its brethren mill about, all waiting for the
command to start tearing you apart. It comes quickly. In this desolate
canyon you die, an easy meal for creatures that care nothing for your
deskai. Perhaps in a latter life you will find better luck.
THE END

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The stairwell is deep but with the light now flooding its interior you
move cautiously downwards. Unlike the passage above, the stairway
has no embedded denizens peering from its slick walls, but it is a
remarkable delving nonetheless. Although you look carefully at the
walls of the stairwell as you descend you can see no evidence of joins
or seams of any kind. It is as if the entire spiralling set of stairs had
been carved from a single block of obsidian and somehow placed in
this desolate place. You can see no artifice that might explain its
construction but you are impressed, and you make a mental note to let
Shan'dari know of its existence. Such things are important to your
people and the Shaman will need to see it for himself.
It takes some time to reach the base of the stairs and when you do,
you find an archway that opens into a wide cavern. The chamber is
hand-made and stands as a shallow dome-shaped space that reaches
only fifteen metres at its highest point. Surfaced in the same black
obsidian, it is completely featureless except for a small marble plinth
that stands at its centre. Against its black surroundings the white
marble commands curiosity and attention. You move towards it and it
is then you see the sphere.
Upon a small cushion of red cloth the sphere sits atop the marble
column, a perfect globe of infinitely black crystal. In the glowing light
of the chamber's walls it reflects a russet tinge, but the sphere's
interior is a deep well of darkness from which no light emanates. You
approach the plinth carefully, unsure as to the nature of the sphere, its
purpose unknown to you. In the instant that you decide that it might
be best to not get too close the sphere awakens, its dark surface
turning into a swirling pattern of deep red and orange vapours that
spin violently within its form. The sphere itself does not move. Upon
its mounting it remains still while the coloured lights swirl all the
faster.
It is a truth that you have never understood EarthMagic, nor for
that matter the ways of those who wield it. It has been your earnest
ambition to live your life with a reliance on the strength of your arm,
and the common-sense given to you by your father, but there are
times when these are not enough. The swirling sphere stands before
you as something unknown, and before you can decide what to do the
sphere decides for you.
"Is it to be my fate that I must I wait all day for you to say
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of echoes that end like thunder on the tundra. Quickly you look
around but there is no-one else in sight. It is the sphere, and it wishes
to talk.
"I am sorry," you say to the air about you, "but I was unaware that
there was any need for me to say anything."
The sphere remains silent for a moment, but in the pause you get
the impression that it is somewhat miffed by your silence.
"State you name and lineage." The sphere demands. It appears a
straightforward request so you answer.
"I am Tansen'Delving, first son of Agror'Delving, Chieftain of the
Delving Kraal and Consul of the Jotun of the West; who in his turn is
son of Tallen'Delving, son of Achell'Delving, adopted son of
Chavel'Oldemai. This is my name and lineage. What is yours?"
The sphere pauses again for a moment and answers also.
"I have no name but of my kind I am known as a Scrystone, placed
here by Aggeron the Elder himself to serve as a signpost for travellers
who do not know their way. I know of you Tansen'Delving, of your
lineage, and of the task that has been laid before you. In the matter of
the Temple of the Moons I can provide assistance. You need only ask."
Such a boon seems too good to be true, but it is said that you cannot
let Providence pass unnoticed as it will not return quickly. You ask the
question.
"Where can I find the Temple of the Moons?"
The Scrystone's answer is immediate.
"The Temple of the Moons can be found in the south. That is all
you need know, but the Temple is unattainable unless you are in
possession of the Word of Aggeron and the Heart of the Lost. The
Word can be found close by, you need only look to the arena for that
gift. The Heart can be found in the south, residing within a pool of
dark water. Both of these things must be had or the Temple cannot
open to you. Find them both and the Temple will give you what you
seek. Take heed of these words for it is all that can be given to you.
On this matter I can say no more."
The Scrystone's words fade, and as they do so does the swirling
energy within the sphere. As the sphere's power declines the
illumination in the chamber also weakens. Quickly you run for the
stairs and find also that the light is fading there, the entire delving
returning to absolute dark. With no time to waste you begin your
ascent, bounding up the steps in an effort to beat the darkness but you
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slow process of feeling your way forward.

When you reach the upper passage you find the light of the open
entranceway enough to make your way back to the surface of the
arena. The gloom of night proves a considerable improvement on the
hole you have just emerged from, and you stand in the cool air for a
moment, getting your bearings and considering what should be your
next move.
The Scrystone has given you clues as to where the Temple of the
Moons can be found, but has not been specific. The Word of Aggeron
is apparently close, but all you can see is the metal plaque fixed to the
wall of the amphitheatre. Will you read what is on the metal slab? If
this is your choice turn to section 96. If you think the words of the
Scrystone are not to be trusted and you would much rather leave this
place turn to section 11.
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In the shadows of the defile you attack the Reaver, striking out at its
pincers in an attempt to drive it back into its lair. The armoured
monster only has one weakness and that is the eyes and antennae that
sit squarely between its huge front limbs. With all the power that you
can bring to bear you hammer away at the beast, forcing it to protect
its vulnerable sensors whilst moving ever closer. More than once the
beast strikes out at you and more than once it makes contact, tearing
at your clothing and cutting through flesh but you cannot stop. Any
moment of hesitation and the beast will overwhelm you. On this night
the Fates decide in your favour.
Restricted by the close quarters within the canyon the Reaver tries
to stab out at you with its pincers. Deftly you avoid the blows and
within the extended reach of its limbs you see an opening. With one
stroke you crush its eye sockets and snap its antennae from their
holdings. In a tide of pain and frustration the beast lunges blindly
forward, but you are quick enough to back up and watch as it flails in
the dirt, trying to recover its damaged sight. You do not give it the
chance to strike again. One further blow upon the upper edge of its
carapace smashes its armoured shell and crushes the creature's brain
within. In a spasm of pain it rears one last time and then topples
sideways, dead before it hits the ground.
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beast. It is indeed a monster but it made the mistake of confronting a

Jotun, and had paid the price for that misjudgement. You cannot
however, stay and enjoy the fruits of your victory. Such beasts have
fine flesh, well worth the time needed to prepare and roast. But you
have no such opportunity and grudgingly leave its carcass to the
scavengers. Ahead lies your deskai, and that is all that matters.
With warhammer at the ready you continue westwards along the
jagged ravine. Under the light of the stars you run onwards as the
canyon continues to the west and then veers more southwards. As it
changes direction it opens up into a much wider path and before long
you find yourself in a wide valley that spreads between two steep
ranges of hills. At the end of this valley you come to a halt and survey
what you have found.
Before you stands a wide cliff face roughly semicircular in shape.
Upon its weathered stone has been built huge stands of seating,
something like the stepped layers of an amphitheatre. As you turn to
look about you realise that the wide valley is in fact the floor of a vast
arena, the purpose of which has long been lost to time and history. In
this place the wind blows cold, and as you stand in the midst of the
empty amphitheatre you feel a strong sensation of being watched. It
is a feeling that you shrug from your thoughts and instead survey
your surroundings. Apart from the dilapidated seating there is only
one point of interest here. At the centre of the amphitheatre there has
been affixed to a solid wall of stone a large metal plaque, as ancient
as the stone workings around it, and most of it lost to rust and
weathering. There is a small crystal embedded in its right hand upper
corner, and the faintest of writing etched upon its surface. Some parts
of its text remain legible.
This is not the Temple of the Moons but the arena holds some
interest. Do you wish to read the metal plate? If you do turn to
section 96. If you would instead carry out a quick search of the
amphitheatre turn to section 3. If you would rather leave this place
and return quickly to the Shattereen turn to section 11.

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118a
When you hit ground it is with a bone-jarring impact that crushes
the air out of your lungs as you roll in a flailing tumble onto a slab of
cold stone. In the darkness you lay still, uncertain as to where you are
but sure that it is nowhere near the courtyard of Nem'haleen. In the
grip of an icy gale you look around and realise that you are upon the
shoulder of a great mountain, a large ring of stone suspended in the
air above your head.
Raising yourself upon one elbow you search out your surroundings
and find that you have not found your way to the Temple of the
Moons. Instead you lay upon a narrow platform of cut stone, its
foundations rooted upon the crest of a high mountain somewhere
within the vast expanses of the Western Ranges. As you look about
you find a steep line of steps at the end of the platform, their descent a
torturous set of inclines leading down into a patchwork of misted
valleys far below. The ring is quiet, the world about you a vista of
snow-capped summits and blustering winds. If you are right it will
take weeks to return to the lands of the Jotun. Lying back upon the
cold stone you ponder if there is any point in trying. You have failed.
Your deskai is over.
THE END
119
Before you stands a wide fortress of finely artificed stone. Across
the face of the canyon it stands some fifteen metres high and is a solid
barrier to any further movement southwards. At each end of the wall,
built into the canyon's solid stone stand two towers that reach up
some twenty-five metres above the wall itself. Across its surface
proceed the carved figures of dozen of warrior-priests, all with hands
raised in prayer. There is nothing before you that looks like an
entrance, or any other way inside, except for a small stone plinth. It
stands at waist height and has a single depression cut into its upper
surface. You recognise immediately that the Heart of the Lost will fit
there. Cautiously you walk forward and place the Coer'danith into
the small cutaway. Immediately the gem begins to glow, a swirling
vortex of light shining briefly from its centre. It is all that is needed.
To the sound of grinding stone the surface of the great wall begins
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wall back as you might a wide curtain. For a moment you stand
amazed, but also unsure as to whether there is danger here. In the
cold night you wait but nothing happens, the wind and the distant
sounds of birds your only companions in the darkness. Tentatively
you move forward, scanning what lies beyond the formidable walls of
Nem'haleen.
The arch proves to be an opening into a wide courtyard, plain and
efficient in design, a large complex of towers and other buildings
standing beyond its high walls. At the far end of the courtyard there
resides a large upright circle of stone, within which there swirls a solid
mist of opaque vapour. Carefully you look about, surveying the entire
yard but your eyes come back to the circle of mist. In the midst of
your thoughts you can feel it beckoning you forward.
Before moving forward however, you take the Heart of the Lost
from the plinth and return it to your waist-bag. It is in your thoughts
that this may not be the only time you will need the gem, and only
once it is secure do you move within the walls of Nem'haleen. Again
you survey the yard but there are no exits, no other doorways that
might give you access to the Temple of the Moons. In fact you realise
there is nothing here but the circle of stone. Carefully you move
towards it and search for any clues that might indicate how you
should proceed. The circle is an interwoven design of carved stone, its
surfaces cleverly cut with a twisting motif of vines and leaves that
travel around its arc before coming together upon its upper rim. You
can see no words or symbols except for two small glyphs sculpted into
its crowning leaves. You recognise them immediately, they are the
glyphs of Elanna and Shabel, the moons of Arborell.
If you have had the Word of Aggeron burned into your arm turn to
section 29. If you have not turn to section 86.
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For a moment you stand at the edge of the pool and steady your
thoughts. The sword stands just out of reach but you will not give up.
Carefully you reposition yourself on the edge of the pool, allowing
yourself to balance on one leg as you reach out towards the
emurion'ka. In your other hand you hold the haft of your
warhammer, using its considerable weight to counterbalance your
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not successful, but after re-adjusting your footing you reach out again
and gain a purchase on the sword's hilt. In the quiet dark you find
yourself suspended over the pool, you body finely balanced on the
edge of the waters as you close your hand more firmly around the
intricately carved handle of the talisman.
It is then that you realise that the emurion'ka will not be brought
into your world easily. Suspended above the pool it is bathed in
moonlight, a glittering object that vibrates with power, beckoning you
to take it, but it is firmly fixed in place. Your first attempt at dragging
the sword from its position fails, but you are a Jotun and strength is
something you own in abundance. Using the unmoving sword as a
balancing point you reposition your feet and drop your hammer to the
ground. It clatters upon the stone floor as you focus all the strength
and leverage you have to pull the emurion'ka from its entrapment.
With a sound like breaking stone the sword comes into the world and
it is yours.
In that moment the chamber again comes to life, but this time you
find yourself captured within the sword's power. From the centre of
the chamber a vision emerges before you, a seemingly endless parade
of images that flash through your mind. Without knowing how or
why the emurion'ka is trying to tell you something, and slowly you
find yourself being able to focus on specific images, on events that
explain exactly why you are here.
From somewhere within the recesses of the talisman's power you
find yourself watching as the ancient Trell'sara betray the Silvan Tree,
tearing it down and sundering its Lordship of the world. You watch
as the first Light of the World is forged high in the mountains of the
west, and then as the creatures of the Oera'dim are brought into
existence. In one flash of intuition you realise that the Fallen Masters
used the power of the emurion'ka to create your people, and that the
power of the sword to create and destroy had not changed. In your
hands you hold the ability to destroy the Oera'dim or to create new
life. It is your choice. The sword however, has more to say.
You watch again as the original emurion'ka is used by the Mutan to
gain control of the Oera'dim. You see them in the cold depths of the
Clavern'sigh resurrecting the Word of Command and once again
binding all your brethren to their will. In the jumble of images you see
also the first emurion'ka being lost to the vehmin and leaving the
knowledge of your kind forever, but the message is clear. With the
return of the stonewood sword to the hands of the Jotun the Word of

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Command can be broken, once again your brethren can be free.

Such is the boon that has been granted to you. With the emurion'ka
in your possession there is nothing crafted with the powers of
EarthMagic that cannot be changed or undone, nothing within the
realms of Arborell that cannot be built or thrown down by the power
harnessed by the sword. You need only determine how it must be
done.
For a short time you try and fathom the depths of what has been
given. In the quiet chamber you bend for your hammer and strap it to
its fastenings at your back. With the stonewood sword in hand you
ask for light and it is granted, then with the fatigue of your quest now
weighing heavily upon you make your way back to the stone circle.
As you approach the gate it bursts into life but you hesitate. There is
something you have forgotten to do. Quickly you make your way back
to the pool and drink from its cool waters. For a moment you wait,
half expecting the water to have some magical impact. You smile as
you realise that it is just water. Now you can go home. Your deskai is
complete and the fate of the Jotun of the West has changed forever.
As you step through the vapours you cannot help but think that the
old Shaman will be pleased.
THE END

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Appendices
Here can be found four appendices, containing additional

information on the Oera'dim and the nature of the Jotun of the West.
The first appendix recounts a short history of the Hordim, as told by
the Tak Mah Horan. The second is an oration given at the dawn of
the Battle of Kal Murda in the year 736, and encompasses the hatred
felt by the Jotun for the Men of the South. The third is an account of
the history of the emurion'ka, a most important talisman and the
subject of this adventure. The fourth is a retelling of an old Jotun
folktale, included here purely because it is mentioned in the text and
seemed to be a good idea at the time.

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A Short History of the Horde (Oera’dim)
Condensed from a lecture given by the Tak Mah Horan in the year of
settlement 931 to the Combined Assemblies of the Synod of the
LoreMages' Guild of Kalborea. Hordim translations of certain words are
given in brackets.
It is said that the creatures of the Horde were created out of

darkness, moulded in the depths of the Earth and given life with the
power of EarthMagic. Long are the tales that describe the rising of the
Hordim from the Earth, and of their subjugation by ancient Beings
known to them as the Trell'sara, and to Men as simply the Trell. Such
is the antiquity of these events that there is little that remains of any
factual records. Of the stories and sagas of the Hordim (Oera'dim)
there is much that is unclear but the history of the Horde is long, and
it cannot be disputed that they are our greatest nemesis. Only
through an understanding of this enemy can we ever hope to defeat
them.
From those records that still remain it is certain that the first of the
Hordim were created by the Trell many thousands of years prior to the
arrival of Men in the world. At that time the Trell were engaged in a
vicious struggle with another race known only as the Forgotten Ones.
There is nothing in this world that describes who they were, or how
such a conflict arose, but it is sure that the Trell were losing, and in
their desperation to turn the tide of the war created the first of the
Hordim. These creatures we know today as the Hresh (Hresh'na).
Although it is unknown how the Trell were able to harness the powers
of EarthMagic to create the Hresh, it is a matter of Hordim legend that
they turned the war. Designed as disciplined weapons of warfare the
Hresh were totally loyal to their masters, and with the strength of
these creatures at their beckoning destroyed the Forgotten Ones and
took dominion of Arborell.
The Hresh had proved themselves as potent warriors, but with the
fighting done the Trell turned their creatures to new tasks. In their
arrogance they put their slave-warriors to work, tending fields,
creating the goods needed by their civilisation, and building the great
cities and temples whose ruins can be found spread throughout our
world. It can be said that in these endeavours the Hresh could not
satisfy their masters. They had been created as warriors and that
could be their only true calling. The Trell looked instead to new
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Morg (Ah'marg).
Used purely as farm workers and manual labourers the Morg were
hardy slaves, resistant to all extremes of weather and like their Hresh
brethren, completely loyal to their masters. It is believed that a Word
of Command held all the Hordim in bondage, and until it was broken
by the Jotun (Jotuni) the Trell lived their lives at ease, sure in the
knowledge that they were supreme in the world.
There came a time however, when even the need to control their
slaves was given over to a new creature of their devising. The Mutan
(Ahmutani) were created as slave-masters, controlling all the work
done by the Hordim, ensuring the efficient running of all aspects of
Trell society. More and more power was concentrated in these
creature's hands until eventually it was only the Word of Command
that separated the Mutan from their masters. Whilst held in bondage
by this most powerful of spells the Trell could not be challenged, and
for thousands of years such was the manner of their lives.
It came to pass that in this time two new creatures were created to
further the decadence and excesses of the Trell. The first were known
as the Vardem (Vardemi). These were the personal household
servants of the Trell. All other creatures had proven inadequate to
their ever-increasing indolence and it was so that the Vardem served
their most basic of needs. It is unknown as to what they looked like,
or where they might now be, but of all the Hordim they are the least
known, and the most mysterious. The second creatures created in this
Golden Age of Excess were the Jotun, and with them the Trell made a
fatal error.
Designed as engineers and miners of the deep earth they were given
intelligence and strength. Unlike the other Hordim the Jotun were
powerful beings, imbued with the knowledge and intellect to serve
without need of supervision. What the Trell did not realise was that
some of the Jotun were immune to the power of the Word of
Command, and as their brethren took their place beside the other
Hordim, they worked secretly to bring down their Masters.
It is one of the greatest mysteries of the Jotun as to how they broke
the Word of Command, but with its fall came violence and death as
the now unrestrained slaves of the Trell rose against their masters and
obliterated them from the world. In this time of destruction the
Vardem disappeared; some legends say they fled to the east, but by
the end of their insurrection the Jotun had control of the world.
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All should have ended in that manner, except that the Mutan
coveted power for themselves. Apart from the Vardem the Mutan had
been closest to their old masters, and knew much of their ways. They
used this knowledge to harness the powers of the Earth for
themselves, and revived the Word of Command to bring all the
Hordim under their thrall. To this time it has remained so, the Mutan
in command of the Horde, the Hordim once again subjugated to the
powers of those who can harness EarthMagic.
There is a question that must be raised however. What happened
to the Jotun who were immune to the Word of Command? There is no
further mention of them in the sagas of the Horde, and no indication
that they have attempted to wrest power from the Mutan as well. If
ever there was a possible ally to be found amongst the Hordim it
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The Oration of Aggamem the Elder
This oration is taken from the records of the Jotuni Bruhaj. Given in the
year of settlement 736 prior to the disappearance of Aggamem at the
battle for Kal Murda.
"Hear me brothers. The darkness gathers to us, and as we wait

about our embered fires for the dawn we know what is to come. I
stand before you in the quiet of the night, ready for the rising of the
suns, and the battle that must be fought this coming day. I stand
before you as Chieftain of the Jotuni but my name is unimportant.
Where I have come from is of no consequence. How it is that we stand
here together is irrelevant. All that matters is why we are here. On
this wind-swept plain I stand before you not as a Chief, but as a
warrior amongst warriors, bonded by blood and with a heavy task set
before us. In the coming dawn we must meet the vehmin of the south,
and on this day we must send them to their ancestors. It is a day long
in the coming.
Hear me brothers. Can we forget the injustices that have been
measured against us? Do we turn our backs on our ancestors, leaving
this place without drawing the blood that must be taken? Must we
stand another day without taking the revenge that is duly ours to
take? I say to you brothers that we breathe, and with every exhalation
the doom of our enemies draws nearer. They stand before us,
shouting curses and insults in defiance of our honour, and who can
deny that we shall not be rid of them until each and everyone lies
buried in the ground.
And who amongst us brothers, can say that we are not equal to the
task? Was it not we who overcame the slavery and torment of the
Fallen Masters? Was it not the blood of the Oera'dim that ran as a
tide in the wars of the Forgotten Ones? Was it not the Jotun my
brethren, that rose against our masters of old in insurrection and cast
them from the world, sending their vile works into ruin?
Alas, such has been our fate and our burden. In bloodshed we
found freedom and then had our lands torn from us by the vehmin.
Can we forget how they arrived upon our shores and asked for
nothing more than a sheltered harbour and the right to hunt? In pity
and condolence did we not give it, and were we not then betrayed?
Great wars we have fought to take back that which is ours.
Generations of our kind have fallen beneath the steel of our nemesis
and yet we do not falter. Are we not made of the same essence as the

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grass of the plains and the stone of the cold mountains? Are we not as
strong?
Hear me brothers. Since the first gleaming of our creation we have
lived in hardship, tempered by the travail of lives spent in battle and
torment. At the first whimpering of our Birthlings do we not mark
them with the three tears of our mourning, an eternal reminder of
what we have lost? Can we stand another day staring into the
reflection of such truth? We are warriors, Jotuni of the Oera'dim, our
lives nothing but leaves before the storm until we have purged our
lands of these trespassers. Let us rise up against this plague that has
taken all that is ours, and colour the ground red with their blood. We
are Jotun, and before the strength of our number there is no nemesis
that will not falter..."

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The Emurion’ka, A journey into the Light of the World
Taken from an excerpt of the personal records of Shamaril, First

Dominus of the Clavern'sigh and Utterer of the Word of Command.
It is written in the scrolls of our forebears that there was a time in

the world when neither beast nor Oera'dim roamed the plains. In this
distant age there dwelt in the depths of the southern forests of the
Malleron a great Power, a tree of immense size that held dominion
over all things that spread leaves as its subjects. It is told that
everything that took root or placed seed upon the winds stood within
its thrall, and for millennia it lived, taking what it needed from the
suns and earth and giving life to the world in return.
Such was the size of this Great Tree that there dawned a day when
its roots came into contact with the Shan'duil, the River of Life that
holds the power and essence of all Creation. Touched by this power
the tree turned instantly to stone, becoming in that moment of change
both Sentient and Immortal, a new Power to preside over all that lived
in the world. In Arborell the Silvan Tree ruled as both Lord and
Mistress, Creator of Life and Guardian of everything precious. In
Arborell it was the Great Tree, a conduit of EarthMagic and the
Second Power of our World.
In this world of bough and leaf the Silvan Tree gave all its energy
and fealty to the River of Life, its focus to the balance of the seasons,
and to the welfare of the vast forests that spread within its domain.
Beneath the canopy of the forests the world was silent however, its
music no more than the rustle of the wind and the creak of swaying
boughs. In this First Age of the world it was the trees themselves that
held sway, their number uncountable in their multitudes but mute
nonetheless, and in that state they remained until the coming of the
Forgotten Ones.
Into this time of serene quiet there came new voices and new
sounds that broke the silence of the forest. From a place beyond the
borders of this existence something new came into the world, and with
these Beings, that we know only as the Forgotten Ones, there travelled
the first beasts of the plains and birds of the air. It was not long
before the Forgotten Ones found the Silvan Tree, and realising its
power subjugated themselves to its will. From the Tree the Forgotten
Ones gained protection and power. In return they taught the Tree the
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to run the wild plains. In time it changed the essence of the world, the
Silvan Tree discovering that there was more to existence than earth
and wind. In time the Silvan Tree began to create new life of its own.
Soon there was not a corner of the world that did not tremor to the
footfalls of beasts in their multitude, or grow dark beneath the melee
of birds upon the wing. For the Silvan Tree this new life was a
revelation, the voices of the Forgotten Ones a music that resounded
from every corner of the world, and it was with the language of this
lost people that the Tree found its greatest favour.
In the voices of the Forgotten Ones the Silvan Tree uncovered a
voice of its own. In language it gained the power to express
EarthMagic in words, and in doing so bound that language to the
world as tightly as the mountains are founded to their roots. With the
language of Haer'al the Silvan Tree harnessed the life essence of
Creation and rather than acting as a conduit for its power became
able to use it at will. Life burgeoned within the forests of the world
and for an age of time such was the way of existence.
It is said that even the Powers of the world can fall into folly and
that such hubris can change the course of time itself. For the Great
Tree the world had entered a Golden Age and in its gratitude it
wished to give the Forgotten Ones a great boon. It was in a moment of
supreme confidence that the Silvan Tree created its most ambitious
work, a race of sentient Beings not unlike the Forgotten Ones that it
called Trell'sara, or Guardians.
The Trell'sara however, were not as they seemed, nor as they had
been created. In a world of absolute plenty they could not be satisfied,
and in the dark recesses of their minds they plotted and schemed, for
it was their intention to take everything for themselves. Too late the
Silvan Tree recognised the malevolent nature of their creation, and
when they were ready the Trell'sara tore the Great Tree down and
severed its power from the world.
What followed was a dark time. By degrees the life of the world
diminished, and in the grey of a twilight that could only end in
despair the Trell'sara went to war against the Forgotten Ones. In the
violence of these times the Forgotten Ones overwhelmed their
attackers and forced them into strongholds founded in the high
mountains of the west, but without the essence of the Silvan Tree to
nurture it the world ebbed into dissolution, its forests failing, its
grasslands drying to dust. It could only be a matter of time before the
folly of the Trell'sara would take all into oblivion.

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But the Silvan Tree was not dead. With its tearing down the
Trell'sara wished to remove it from the world and such was the
desecration of their act that they could not bear any evidence of the
Great Tree to remain. In a fit of malice and shame the broken pieces
of the Tree were taken to the edges of the world and thrown into the
unfathomable depths of an abyss. For them the Silvan Tree had been
removed from their existence, but the Silvan Tree was not dead.
In the depths of the world the Tree found new strength and slowly it
began to grow, the life force of the deep earth now its sustenance. As
the War of Tree and Leaf raged in the world above its roots tapped the
strength of the stone, and through the rifts and crevasses slowly
spread its dominion once again.
What it found was a land in disarray. Quickly it re-established
order, bringing balance back to the seasons and infusing life back into
the earth. Arborell had been saved from the folly of the Trell'sara but
the Guardians had not yet finished with their machinations. In the
embrace of the earth the Silvan Tree had changed, its essence now
more of stone than wood. And in that change the Trell'sara had found
a way to access the great power of the Tree. Shards and splinters from
the breaking down of the Tree had been collected and stored by the
Guardians, and in their transformation to stonewood now provided a
connection to the powers of the Tree which we know in these modern
times as EarthMagic.
It was not beyond their intellect to discover that possession of the
shards of stonewood gave access to the powers of the Tree itself, and
in their arrogance and folly they took such powers to themselves, even
though the Silvan Tree resisted. It is recorded that many of the
Trell'sara died in their battles for mastery of EarthMagic but
eventually they overcame the barriers placed before them. The Silvan
Tree retreated to its depthless bastion and resigned itself to its role as
caretaker of the health of the world. For the Trell'sara it was the
beginning of their dominion of Arborell.
With the power of creation at their fingertips it was not long before
it was exercised. In a symbolic act a piece of the Silvan Tree was
fashioned into the stonewood sword known as the emurion'ka, the
Light of the World. With this the Hresh'na were created to defeat the
Forgotten Ones, and the remainder of our brethren arose from the
need of the Trell'sara for slaves. Such would have been the eternal
state of our world if not for the arising of the Jotun and the Great
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Even as the last of the Trell'sara lay dying at the gates of

Nem'haleen did they still have the will to hide their knowledge from
their slaves, unwilling to give others the power they had once wielded
with such abandon. It is recorded that it was their personal slaves,
the Vardem, that betrayed their trust and retrieved the talismans,
giving them over to the Jotun for safekeeping. In this manner did the
emurion'ka come into the possession of the Oera'dim.
It is a bitter taste that comes with the knowledge that we no longer
hold the emurion'ka. Lost at the battle for Kal Murda, this greatest of
all talismans has been beyond our reach for too many years. It is the
belief of the Clavern'sigh that the vehmin do not understand what
they have, and it serves our purposes best that we do not attempt to
recover it. In this matter it is deemed that we do nothing to alert these
Men of the South to the importance of the sword of stonewood. One
day it will be ours again.

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The Parable of the Unwary Traveller and

the Maiden of Despair
A folktale from the lands of the Oldemai Jotun. As told to the author.
Long before the coming of Men there lived in the far south of the
world a great Chieftain, known to his people as Braga, or Arm of the
Gods. In his way he was a Jotun of great renown, a strong leader and
a mighty warrior, a Being whose power grew to encompass all the
lands of the Oldemai Jotun. To his people he was a leader, a firm
foundation upon which the communities of the Jotun flourished, but in
his own home life was in uproar.
Braga ruled his lands but he did not rule his home. Within his
Kraal he had eleven sons, all but one of whom would grow in their
time to be great warriors. The youngest however, had no ambitions
for leadership, or the honour that could be found in combat. For him,
life was an exercise in indulgence, one where the advice and
remonstrations of his father held little weight. He was a Jotun, but he
carried himself with the same lack of care or discipline as any of the
Fallen Masters. Within the Kraal of his father he was despised by all.
For Braga there was little that could be done. Without discipline
and honour a Jotun was nothing but a brute, a creature of the
Trell'sara fit for nothing more than digging in the pits of their ancient
masters. The Chief knew that he needed to teach his youngest a
lesson and after much indecision issued an isdari against his son. For
the Oldemai it was the worst of punishments. Banished to the roads
and wastelands the youngest son of Braga became a being without
name or honour, to be shunned by all for might meet him. His fate
that of a traveller without home or heritage, to be given no comfort or
succour in the long years that the edict would remain in force. In
Braga's mind his youngest would need to learn self-reliance and
discipline in the hardest way possible. And so it was that the Jotun
that now had no name was thrust out into a harsh world, there to
learn for himself the meaning of hardship and discipline.
In this way the years passed, and the Jotun, who became known to
latter generations as the Unwary Traveller, walked the long paths of
the wastelands, finding food where he could and harbouring a deep
hatred for his father and the honour of his ancestors. Such would
have been the way of his life but for a chance meeting upon the open
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cross paths with the Maiden of Despair.

Within the blustering winds of an encroaching winter the Unwary
Traveller heard the soft sounds of sobbing. In the vast spaces of the
grasslands it came to him as a mournful, plaintive call wafting upon
the breeze, drawing him to an outcrop of rock and then into a small
enclave of stone within. There he found wrapped in moonlight a
Maiden, crouching upon the ground beside a small withered tree. Her
sobs came as rivers of tears that flowed onto the enclave floor and
settled around the dying roots of the plant.
Such was the travail in her eyes that the Unwary Traveller could not
resist. He asked her what was wrong and she answered him.
"Sire, I have been banished from my home and find myself here in
the dark recesses of this outcrop, without friend or family. How can I
live in such a barren place? What is to become of me?"
The Unwary Traveller took pity on the Maiden and gave her the last
of his food and water. In gratitude she hugged him and ran from the
outcrop into the dark of night. The Jotun followed but found her gone,
disappeared into the shadows of the evening. With a shrug he turned
back to the enclave and decided that if he was to be hungry he might
as well use the shelter of the outcrop to sleep away the night. The
Maiden would need it no longer.
With the sounds of a storm growing upon the horizon the Unwary
Traveller made himself comfortable to sleep. Outside the storm grew
and then overtook the Jotun's shelter. It was a great tempest that
lashed the lands around him, but within the protection of the enclave
he was safe. For the first time in many months he slept well, sure in
the knowledge that the solid walls of the outcrop would protect him.
In the morning he awoke to find a most wondrous boon before him.
During the night the withered tree had grown strong and tall, its
branches reaching to cover the roof of his shelter. As he stood he
noticed also the tree was heavy with fruit, and within the confines of
the outcrop it gave off a heady sweet smell that was irresistible.
Hungry and without the means to obtain food it was a boon that the
Jotun could not ignore. He took one of the fruit and bit hard into its
soft flesh. Then he took another and another. Such a feast he had
never experienced. Each fruit gave off a different taste and soon his
mouth was full of the flavours of meat, cake and more fruits than he
had thought existed in the world.
The privations of his life, and the lessons he had learned on the
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that they weaved, one that kept him within the enclave, feasting on
the tree's bounty for many days. The bone and sinew of his hard
existence disappeared beneath the effects of his gluttony. Too long
deprived of the indolence he so greatly craved he fell back into sloth,
eating from the tree and relaxing beneath its spreading branches. The
tree was all to happy to provide, but never once did the Jotun think on
what was happening. In his mind life owed him an existence and this,
he thought, was his repayment for the hardships of his banishment.
All too soon he would find that everything has its cost.
The day came when the Unwary Traveller had eaten his fill and
could eat no more. Satiated to a point that even the spell woven by
the tree could not force him to eat another piece of fruit, he lay upon
the ground of the enclave and pondered his good fortune. Today
however, would be the day that he would pay the price for his
indulgence.
In the darkening hours there came from outside the soft voice of the
Maiden. In the lilting tones of her approach the Jotun heard the
sorrow and despair that she still felt, and called her to come inside
and eat from the fruits of the Tree. For indeed it was in his thoughts
that such a feast would make even her black mood falter. But it was
not the Maiden that entered the dark enclave. In her place passed the
malevolent form of a dweo'gorga, a shape-shifter of the ancient days,
its body formed as a Reaver and its appetite one to match. "Do not
worry," it said in the same soft voice as the Maiden, "I shall indeed
feed upon the bounty of the Tree."
In those morning hours the screams of the Jotun echoed across the
plains but there was no-one to hear. The dweo'gorga took its time. It
had been waiting for its prey to take its fill of the tree, and now it
would enjoy the fruits of its patience. In those hours the son of Braga
paid the cost of his gluttony, and was never heard of again.
It is said that for the Jotun this is a cautionary tale, one that
reinforces the idea that it is only discipline and honour that keeps a
Jotun alive in a harsh world. The son of Braga had chosen to ignore
the one rule that governs the lives of the Oera'dim in Arborell, and
had paid a high price for that oversight. In a world ruled by magic
anything is possible, and it is only discipline and sacrifice that ensures
survival. In Arborell you can take nothing for granted.

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Aftermath
A Murder of Crows
Tansen'Delving has completed his right of passage, and with the

emurion'ka in his possession returns to life as a warrior of the Delving
Kraal. But life cannot be simple for the son of a chief. In the years
that follow the completion of his deskai his father, Agror'Delving,
grows ill and in the seventy-second year of his reign is about to find
peace in his End of Days. As most favoured son the title of Chieftain
and Consul of the Jotun of the West must fall to the young Tansen, but
it is an honour that will not come without bloodshed and betrayal. In
the harsh existence of the Jotun there is no room for uncertainty, no
remedy for dispute but violence and death.
With the emurion'ka a closely guarded secret the young warrior
must root out those who would wish him dead, and consolidate his
authority as undisputed leader of his Kraal. In the second book in this
series, A Murder of Crows, Tansen'Delving finds himself a target for
assassination, and in dealing with that threat uncovers a mystery that
will send him to the Horns of Gorgoroth, and an encounter with an
unforeseen destiny.

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