Dates: Sat 8 – Sun 9 October 2011
Venue: Garrison Hotel, 635 Penistone Road, Sheffield, S6 2GB
Website: furnace.org.uk
A shadow has fallen across the Earth! A massive Alien Armada has come from the deepest reaches of space with a single goal…to conquer the planet! But mankind will not be swept away easily. As wave upon wave of alien saucers descend from the heavens to unleash total destruction, Captain …
It is the day of the Doge’s annual ball and all notable citizens of Armon will be in attendance. Whispers in the court speak of a delegation from the Grydorlan Empire arriving in the city, with the intention of offering the Doge the hand of friendship. Doge Vittorio has invited …
The Queen of the Western Heaven’s favourite mortal Painter has gone missing. Nobody seems to care or know where he has gone. The Queen arrives at the Ministry of Thunder to demand its agents recover him. The Ministry says “you say jump, we say how high” and assigns its best …
Saddle up, holster them pistols; there’s trouble at Coyote Junction. The Quantrill Raiders ride again – straight into trouble with a capital T. Your brand has been burning for nigh on a month now but how can that be? Quantrill’s been dead for more than two years.
A group of amnesiac survivors, an abandoned underwater station of uncertain origin and purpose and monsters from the deepest ocean depths. Can they escape? Can they solve the riddles of who they are, where they are and the nature of the horror that stalks their every move.
Deep beneath the frozen ice plains of the dead planet Scythos lies the prison tomb of Lord High Anarch Tyrannus Necra – The Black Son. Guarded for centuries by a cadre of the most holy Adeptus Astartes, none but the purest can touch the desecrated ground lest they be consumed …
Flash and friends crash land on the ice planet Frigia. Can they survive fierce ice storms, polar predators and Ming’s agents long enough to make their escape or will they be forever entombed in the frozen wastes?!
The summer of 2011 was blisteringly hot and humid, both in Britain and the rest of the world. Perhaps nothing too unusual. Then it started to rain. Still nothing unusual. It started to rain everywhere in the world, even in deserts. And it didn’t stop. EVER. It’s now 2111, and …
“Never dig in the hills of your enemies. Steal their coin instead. Let them do the digging.” – Ancient Dwarven proverb You’ve never been on a worse-luck dig. The clay won’t take, the rock comes off in sharp slinters that fly into your eyes and beard, and it smells like …
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 …
When you and your companions set off on the white stone paved Imperial road through ripe wheat fields rippling gently in the breeze it was dreamy autumn day. Who could have predicted the nightmare you would encounter further along the way. This is a Dark Fantasy tale of hellish proportions, …
The Powerbroker, a mysterious figure with the ability to trade and sell powers to the highest bidder, has been hard at work. Those with the money, drive and bad intentions have been seeking him out and using their new found, ill gotten abilities in their plots to take over the …