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  • bagpipe Terror on his face he takes a flight the instruments rambling along and disappears into another street You dash after him around the corner barging in to a couple of burka clad women sending them tumbling across the cobblestones Cursing under your breath you help them back up and make some hasty apologies the woman uttering and chattering in some unintelligible language but the bird has fled Where In

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  • What is worse YOU are lost You ve never been to this part of Harbat A sudden chill goes down your spine you shouldn t be here A lone beggar sprawled in the gutter flashes his yellow broken teeth at you and a hideous cackle escapes his mouth Hee Hee Hee Chasing THE INSTRUMENT are we lad Many DO COUGH He went thataways You follow the beggar s lead and

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  • s Leather Boots TM shop smiles back at you with glee Pointless Ladies dressed in expensive gowns shove you aside with a little snort diving in to the racks of half priced riding boots A beggar sprawled on the floor pointedly ignores you With a swift movement you lurch him up from the ground suspending him from the collar of his dirty rags He wents that ways fine sirs That

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  • would burn a hole in your back and one of them slowly raises one of his juggling torches Another dwarf quickly retrains him whispers something to him at which the first dwarf s face splits into a feline grin of white teeth staring at your back They silently scuttle away in another alley THERE The beggar sits in a quiet corner his head bobbing with the mead from the small

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  • volledig overgeschreven en ge update door de Writers De Writer van Harbat is een titel die van bij het ontstaan van het boek zovele eeuwen geleden toebehoort aan 1 familie Van vader op zoon wordt deze traditie al sinds mensenheugenis overgeleverd De levenstaak van de writer is om het book éénmaal over te schrijven met toevoeging van 1 verhaal het vorige boek te vernietigen en het met hun leven te

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  • neglected it is not at all difficult to enter it somewhere from the rooftops Inside is a maze of streets turret towers and abandonned factories A strange root grows here heartroot It intertwines with the machinery and seems to shed some oily substance keeping the machines from rusting It is almost as if no that can t be All of this heartroot seems to emerge from a single spot in

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  • tubes holding what seems to be mixtures and transmogrifications of plants creatures and mechanical parts One of these has burst open and heartroot is happily escaping from it into the corridors beyond the hall and up into the clockwork factory grounds None of this seems important though once you spot the creature chained to ground A dragon Huge asleep now its chest slowly rising and falling and bound by chains and shackles to the ground Part of this beast is flesh and part of it pure mechanics What is this thing An animal or a machine One of its eyes slowly opens With a clash the elevator burst back onto the surface what was left of its charred contraption splintering into a hundred pieces Run for your lives the man named Dragon shouted They dashed away from the square Then the workshop entrance spouted forth a high burst of flames and choking smoke and with a BANG it exploded boulders flying in all directions The clockwork dragon emerged from the hole its eyes peering searching The creature awkwardly clawed its way to the surface ah what a new experience and for the first time spread its impressive wings They ran as fast as they could chased by the beast they knew would soon have them for lunch or for an even darker fate And when they could run no more Dragon sank to his knees panting All seemed lost as the shadow of a flying serpent outlined in the street Then Dragon noticed the rusted machine at the side of the road The new knowledge raced in his head A tank wagon Yes that was its name a tank wagon He suddenly regarded the machine differently it was a vehicle had wheels was clad in reinforced steel that could withstand

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  • hands can reach Naturally some of those little hands get chopped off now and them Luckily there are a lot of small children in Harbat Working conditions working hours and wages are terrible but the embroidery is always in need of new workmen It is one of Butch s most profitable workshops One of Butch s toadies Rat is the embroidery s overseer He is a small sweaty man with

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