1/1/2001. The day the aliens attacked earth. They dropped like steel rain from the dark void of space. Mysterious. Armed. Armoured. Ferocious. Backed by a thousand armadas of fighters and bombers. Most of the major cities fell in days, left in smoking ruins and streets soaked red with blood. Heroes …
1857. The Terai. Northern Bengal. The hot season. Tensions ride high in the cities as India chafes against Company rule. In the normally-peaceful foothills of the Himalayas, a late monsoon brings a tiger from the hills – a man-eater – slaking its thirst by first killing then sucking the moisture …
Under normal circumstances, the operations of the merchant concern known as the Beast House, while nominally heretical, would fall beneath the notice of the Emperor’s Holy Inquisition. Xenos creatures smuggled across the sector to supply the fighting pits of the sector’s thousand hive worlds hardly rank as threats compared to …
They say a soldier brought it back from the war. With Boney defeated, we though we’d have peace at last. But then the zombies came and we realised we’d never truly known what war was. A Napoleonic zombie survival game set in the Sheffield Garrison. Sharpe meets the Walking Dead.
Though over 350 years have passed since the War of Dwarves and Dragons, the defeat of the dwarves of Dáin’s Hall and the loss of their holdings in the far northern Ered Mithrin hangs heavy in the hearts of those dwarves whose ancestors were forced to flee south in shame …
Life’s not been so bad since Mr. Dokindly opened his Barker Street School for Paupers, Wretches, Orphans and the Dissolute. Gruel twice daily and he doesn’t make you go out picking pockets like old Foghorn used to. Only now, Mr. Dokindly’s gone and disappeared and the beadle’s talking about turning …
Every pirate loves booty! Booty to spend! Booty to revel in! Booty to make the other pirates jealous! Booty to kiss! Booty to shake! Booty to… well, you get the idea. Unfortunately, your pirate crew has no booty. You do, however, have a map. A map which your captain, James …
A more rotten-lucked crew of ne’er-do-wells never sailed the seas of Caribdus. Losing your first quarry in a sudden squall off Perck, harried by British frigate for half a week then a Spaniard galleon for half a week more, pulling in to the Whip Islands to collect water only for …
It was not a quiet night: a sudden storm blew across the farmlands, bringing thunder and lightning. An old man and his wife looked out at the storm as it turned to hail. They discussed going to the cellar, deciding to do so only if the weather became more extreme. …
