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Windhammer, Copyright Wayne Densley 2001 - 2007 All Rights Reserved
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 The trap you have released is an impaler, one of the cruelest mechanisms ever devised by the Horde. The floor splinters and erupts about you, huge iron spikes driving their way upwards through the solid rock. Desperately you try to jump for a safe area on the floor against the far wall, but you are too late. The spikes grow like stalagmites from the stonework and you are caught squarely on one of them. With your body pierced by the huge spike you fall quickly into unconsciousness, your lifeblood spilling in an ever widening pool on the broken and ruptured floor. Here your quest ends. May you have better luck in another life.
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This book, and its associated books and other documents in the Chronicles of Arborell series are the intellectual property of the author, Wayne F Densley, and all rights are reserved by him. Windhammer is best viewed at 1024 x 768 resolution. Any questions regarding the Chronicles of Arborell can be answered by emailing the author at densleyw@shoal.net.au
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Windhammer, Copyright Wayne Densley 2001 - 2007 All Rights Reserved
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