It was Eremar, first month of winter. The Festival of the First Snow, now surely but two or three days hence, would mark the passage of yet another year. While all the others in the village would gather in the great hall, hanging decorations and planning feasts, the young hero would sit alone on his uncle's porch, absent-mindedly drawing a whetstone across the old iron sword of his father.... [Klicken Sie hier für weiteres]
Tark glanced over at his companions with an uneasy look. None of them knew how the barbarian would react to the merchant’s taunting. Two times before they had witnessed him pull a man’s arm out of socket over little more than a misinterpreted phrase. This time, the merchant had insulted him directly. None of them were close enough to stop whatever... [Klicken Sie hier für weiteres]
The corridor widens ahead of you, and just beyond the piled corpses of the creatures that attacked you but a moment before, you see a large, oaken chest lying partially open against the wall. The light of your torches reflects off of something - odd - lying next to it on the floor. Your senses are drawn to this strange object, and you reach forth your hand to retrieve it...
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It never stops raining in Dark City. The streets are full of all kinds of trash, including the kind that packs serious heat. Not that I'm worried...
This track was written on a synthesizer in order to provide some retro-suture and/or cyberpunk ambience. Your dark future-oriented games will thank you. I've been looking for him for about an hour now. It's only a matter of time before... [Klicken Sie hier für weiteres]
"There it stood. A stark and silent monument to what once was and what could be. All we had to do was answer the call. But could we? I could feel it. I could feel the fear..." A piece of background music that embodies the unknown, complimenting any adventure into the strange aeons of gaming. Play it as part of a playlist or on loop, this offering should be great for meeting your... [Klicken Sie hier für weiteres]
Maybe things would be different. Professor Clarkson said that if we wait it all out, we'll be okay. Kelly is sick, but that doesn't mean THE sickness, right? People always get sick. There's always hope. All we have is hope. Just going to wait this out. Ten minutes of dark ambience that should find its home in any RPG group who needs some forboding and creepy mood music. Suited nicely for... [Klicken Sie hier für weiteres]