Obscure af author Stephen H. Grunt is back with a vengeance, offering to the world his best work yet; "Tales from the Astral Dimension". A ghoulish cosmic horror tale so enchanting and terrifying it will make you think of the stars differently and stare at them in terror.
The book is an easy read and you can do so at night with some candles and some soda.
Cruel stars, goats, the undead, and witchy women, all in one killer novel. Do you need anything else?
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That’s a nice head you have on your shoulders. It would be a pity if someone… took it off! That’s where the infamous Sea Raiders come in. If you see them, I think the best course of action would be for you to run. It’s an enemy you can’t negotiate with. If you attempt to break words with them, they will only declare that they’re going to “drink from your skull”. This essentially means that after they’re done cutting off your head, they’ll turn your skull into a cup and they’ll be drinking ale from it. Ouch. Not a good way to go.
But if for some reason, whether it’s honor that compels you or an inability to run, a good tactic against Sea Raiders that avoids losing any troops (if you have any) or your head (you don’t have a spare, do you?) is to ride out alone and circle the Raiders from a distance while mounted. Once they form a tight group, shoot arrows at their feet until most of them are wounded, and then charge at them! Sometimes the Raiders lack head armor and shields, in this case go for headshots. But if they do have armor on (like the dudes in the pic) then blunt weapons will do the trick. A good Morning Star, spiked club or flail will cave in their skulls till you are the one drinking ale from them, not they from yours. Drink or be drinked!
This filthy piece of furniture is a product of antediluvian evil and should not be approached. No matter what, DO NOT SIT on it. Once you do it’s already too late. It watches. It waits. It wants your soul and your self-respect!
Not even the Devil would dare sit here.
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Orig charged into battle with the ferocity of a thousand suns and set himself upon the enemy lines, breaking the shield wall that the enemy had formed. He pierced his lance in an enemy's face, before his horse took an arrow and threw him on the muddy ground of the field. He stood up immediately and with one swing of his sword he took the head of the first man-at-arms who charged at him. However, it wasn't long until he realized that the battle had gone ill, and all his men were being slaughtered. He fled inside the woods right next to the field, hoping to find survivors and regroup. However, all he found was a woman, under a tree. Glowing eyes, a piercing, indomitable beauty he had never seen before. "Do my eyes deceive me, or is this an angel sent from the heavens?" he wondered. He took a few steps closer, in order to ask the woman who she was. Before he could utter a word however, the woman set herself upon him, moved the chainmail hanging from his helmet and opened her mouth to reveal to deadly sharp fangs. Orig was stunned and frozen. He couldn't move. Her fangs made their way to his exposed neck and bit deeply. He couldn't scream. He was short of breath. He stood there for one agonizing minute as the woman sucked him dry, draining him of the last drop of his blood, and left him there, drained and helpless.
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