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Windhammer, Copyright Wayne Densley 2001 - 2007 All Rights Reserved
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 You are not fast enough to evade the swing of the beast. With a blow to the chest that crushes the air from your lungs, you are flung over the edge of the cliff-face, falling towards the forested valley floor far below. In this short moment you know that you are about to die. In the rush of the wind you can taste blood in your mouth, and feel the tremoring gurgle of a lung pierced by bone. Strangely there is no pain as your ragged body descends, but in those few heartbeats before you hit the ground a surprising calm settles upon you. You are about to die, and there is nothing that can be done to evade the impact to come.
In those moments of clarity you realise that you have been the victim of a Dweo'gorga, a shape-shifter of the Ancient World, and can do little but wait helplessly as the canopy of the forest below rushes up to greet you. Without emotion you search your memories for anything you can remember about the Ancient One that has killed you, but all you are sure of is that such creatures are the relentless servants of anyone who holds the talisman that controls them. Someone has set that beast upon you, and they have succeeded. In a bone-jarring crash of flailing limbs and scattering equipment you hit the trees and all goes dark.
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It is said in the lands of the Faeyen that a man knows his true self only at that time when Providence delivers him from certain death. In this life you have a task to complete and, all evidence to the contrary, you are not dead yet. Turn to section 453.
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Windhammer, Copyright Wayne Densley 2001 - 2007 All Rights Reserved
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