Creatures of the Dying World

Your grave-robbing tools clink together as your boots crunch softly in the frozen muck on the edge of Graven-Tosk. Suddenly, green eyes appear, winking on and off in the gloom. You unsling your pickaxe as you squint at the unfamiliar silhouettes. What the hell are those things? Not goblins! If only you had shelled out the silver for that book from the old man in the market at Galgenbeck, you might have known what you now face.

Issue 1: 24 pages, 8”x10”, saddle stitched zine, color throughout.