While you may not exactly be card-carrying members of HEToP (Hlombans for the Ethical Treatment of Puddinbellies,) the buggers ARE mighty cute. Not to mention the cash offered by the worshippers of Huldahn who have hired you to stop the wholesale slaughter of the largest colony of the cuddly little suckers ever found. Things get interesting when the entrance to an ancient sacred cave system full of pre-Ustionic runes is discovered.
You're an old hand at the safari game. The pay's good and the risk isn't all that bad as long as the customers follow the rules. This group is bigger than usual though, with lots of guides and a few Nehroxin "royalty" as the hunters. What should be a routine binocerous hunt goes to hell when one of the hunt-happy Nehroxin spots chueba; rare, ferocious and forbidden. Good hunting, hope the trophy is worth the price...
You and your band of "entrepreneurs" are smuggling especially potent sylogs from the Cruetus Moors to the docks of Portus Ketar. For medicinal purposes of course. Not only do you have to avoid the law, you also have to avoid or discourage highwaymen and possibly Torgk (they do love their sylogs). Along the ride you'll have to figure out how to keep your live cargo alive .... and quiet.
You and your band of "entrepreneurs" are smuggling especially potent sylogs from the Cruetus Moors to the docks of Portus Ketar. For medicinal purposes of course. Not only do you have to avoid the law, you also have to avoid or discourage highwaymen and possibly Torgk (they do love their sylogs). Along the ride you'll have to figure out how to keep your live cargo alive .... and quiet.
A gang of Pecos Bandits has stumbled upon your little frontier community, and decided to make it their own. The standing army of farmhands, mill workers, and that bum from the saloon has neither tools nor talent to stand against them. How can you hope to defend your home from such a superior foe? You must decide your own path, and then succeed upon it. Otherwise, what little hope remains is lost forever. This event is sponsored by Palladium Books.
So your pioneer mission was successful... You now have the means of defense you so desperately sought. But can you properly utilize it to vanquish the Pecos Bandits that threaten your homes and families? Victory and survival, or defeat and death? Itâs time to find out if the quest was worth the sacrifice. This event is sponsored by Palladium Books.
The tin-foil crown of the Vagabond King has been stolen and the investigators of the Valley Detective Agency have been ordered on the case. Rest assured that they will leave no stoner unturned or any crack pot theory unexplored in their quest to find the crown. Sooner or later they will find the truth; unfortunately they totally canât handle it.
The old guardian of Boulder, Colorado is dying, and he
needs a successor. Every secret society in existence is jockeying to take his place and tap the ancient powers he commands. Who will seize the title, and can the guardian himself control who succeeds him?
"The child stood naked, but for a ragged nightshirt, barefoot on the snow-covered road. His eyes, dead pools of utter, alien, indifference, never once moved from my horse, its flanks heaving from our hard ride."
"The child stood naked, but for a ragged nightshirt, barefoot on the snow-covered road. His eyes, dead pools of utter, alien, indifference, never once moved from my horse, its flanks heaving from our hard ride."