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August Art Preview

August Art Preview

Getting ready for our annual trip to the biggest tabletop games show in the US, GenCon. As discussed over in our forum, we’ll be having an informal meet-and-greet on Saturday evening, 7:00pm in the lobby of the Omni Severin, 40 West Jackson Place. If you’re planning on dropping by, head over to the forum and sound off! In the meantime, I thought that I’d give you a look at some of the latest art that will be appearing in the

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Wind’s Bride, Part Three: The Bride’s Tale

Wind’s Bride, Part Three: The Bride’s Tale

For the first time since the tale of Merit two years ago, we’re presenting a multi-part vignette. Click here for Part One of the story of Wind’s Bride, written by FAR WEST afficianado Marco Mueller, and click here for Part Two: The Bride’s Tale Being tied up by a lady was not something Adebar Jade disagreed with on principle. However, he preferred silk ribbons and a pleasant environment. Rough ropes that tied his wrists to one of the wheels of

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Wind’s Bride, Part Two:  On The Trail

Wind’s Bride, Part Two: On The Trail

For the first time since the tale of Merit two years ago, we’re presenting a multi-part vignette. Click here for Part One of the story of Wind’s Bride, written by FAR WEST afficianado Marco Mueller, and join us tomorrow for the conclusion: On The Trail Her work was neat as ever. You had to give her that. She hadn’t used a gun this time. Instead she had killed the three bandits with their own swords: clean cut across the throat,

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Wind’s Bride, Part One:  Prodigy

Wind’s Bride, Part One: Prodigy

For the first time since the tale of Merit two years ago, we’re presenting a multi-part vignette. Join us over the next three days for the story of Wind’s Bride, written by FAR WEST afficianado Marco Mueller: Prodigy Everything about him had seen better days. Once upon a time, his bowtop showman’s caravan had been garishly painted in all the colors of the rainbow. Now the colors had faded, bleached out by the desert sun, rubbed off by the hot

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