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Dungeon Monsters and Tavern Tales - Frost Worm

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Frost Worm Iced silence trembles Gaping death erupts skyward Sinking beneath snow       Click here to get your copy of Dungeons Monsters and Tavern Tales!

Dungeon Monsters and Tavern Tales - A Colorful History

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Arven sits at her usual table but unlike most days her goods don't appear to be spread out in their typical meticulous fashion. Instead, upon further inspection, you see only a stack of black books with intricate covers and boxes of art supplies. As…
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Dungeon Monsters and Tavern Tales – Earth Elemental

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A bent old man, dressed in rags hobbled into the tavern. He put two coins on the bar and asked for a bowl of the mutton stew cooking over the fire and a crust of bread. He sat at the far end of the long and crowded bar, hunched over his bowl. “Haven’t…
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Dungeon Monsters and Tavern Tales – Dragon

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One night a bearded old man in a raggedy long coat knocked over his Elven wine as he sat in the corner of Adam’s Apple Ale House. A barmaid of twenty went to help him. She was the loveliest girl in the land, with golden hair, dawn-fresh skin,…
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Dungeon Monsters and Tavern Tales - The Centaur

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Hooves clopped on hard-packed dirt as a stranger made his way into the town of Dry Creek. He was tall and broad, with sharp cheekbones, sun-leathered skin, and flint-hard eyes. He wore a hickory longbow slung over his shoulder and his ammo in…
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Dungeon Monsters and Tavern Tales - Basilisk

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Arron, the elf ranger held up a hand to stop his companions as he led them along a trail through the grasslands. He squatted next to a broken stone shaped like half a human head.  “There may be a ruined temple nearby,” he said, examining…
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Dungeon Monsters and Tavern Tales - The Assassin Vine

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I stepped back and shook out my fist. I hadn’t meant to hit the old biddy, but she made me angry, berserker angry. She slumped at the rough-hewn table, a hand to her bloody nose. “I’m sorry,” I said, “But I need those beans.”  “And…