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You pull the firing lever and send the pantard’s heavy iron bolt whistling into the midst of the skeletal horde. It rips through their densely-packed ranks, shattering a dozen bodies before disappearing into the ship’s decking. For a few moments the horde falter, but they recover quickly and continue to disembark onto the quay.

‘It’s no good!’ you shout to Prarg. ‘We’ll need more than a pantard to turn back this dark tide.’

‘Look there, Grand Master!’ retorts Prarg. His face is blanched with shock as he points to the ice-boat. The invading undead have begun to swarm aboard the vessel and it is clear by their actions that they intend to destroy and sink it.

‘They must be stopped!’ you cry, as you turn and run to the stairs. ‘Stay here, Prarg, and cover me with the pantard!’

Turn to 310.