Token Pre-Orders End March 2nd!
(And Chapter THREE of “Hope For The Lost” Intro Is Below)
You can NOW pre-order official True Dungeon Treasure Tokens! This will be your last chance to pre-order and receive a limited-edition “proof” Ultra Rare token. Click on link for details.
Golden Ticket
To add in a bit of fun for all our collectors, we are randomly inserting 16 special Golden Ticket tokens into the group of first-run 2008 tokens (which should sell out by June). Presenting one of these Golden Ticket tokens at the entrance to the True Dungeon Tavern at 9:00am on Thursday morning at Gen Con 2008 will get you into a special VIP run of True Dungeon. Note only will you be the first to play TD in 2008, but your adventure will feature extra treasure pulls, an exclusive extra room/puzzle, a few surprises, and admission to an exclusive post-adventure reception inside the closed Tavern.
This Golden Ticket program should be a lot of fun for collectors – as any token pack could hold an extra-special token for a lucky gamer (or Charlie!).
IMPORTANT NOTE: Please use our website service to pre-order. YOU DO NOT HAVE TO HAVE A PAYPAL ACCOUNT to buy the tokens even though we use PayPal to process your order. They take normal credit cards too. Just click on the CONTINUE button at the bottom of the check out page. AGAIN, you DO NOT have to have a PayPal account to purchase tokens. We just use their website to process your VISA, AMEX or MasterCard. ALL Canadian orders must be a minimum of $95.
Below are some of the cool Ultra Rare tokens available this year!
Notes
Below is the THIRD chapter of the Intro story to this year’s event. This is a series of many chapters that will give you a bit of background on this year’s adventure. Watch for a chapter every two weeks. Much thanks to Dennis Baird (Widseth) for penning this treat. You can check out his “novel” work HERE.
Work is well underway on this year’s adventure, and I am really getting psyched about it. The cavern walls look pretty sweet – and some of the NPC monster costumes are incredible. Also, the puzzles this year will feature some large props and sets. It should be lots of fun.
See you in August!
Jeff Martin
Director
True Dungeon
Chapter Three – “Hope For the Lost”
The morning after I had encountered the mysterious stranger on the road, I awoke to smoke in the air. I exited the eves of the forest and walked about thirty paces toward the road. I looked back to the safety of the wooded thicket where I had spent the night. The forest blanketed the hills to the right of the road, and in the morning light I could see the landscape beginning to change from rolling plains to hill country. Further in the distance I could see the foothills and mountains. Grandfather had told me many tales about the mountain country. The great city of Greyhawk was somewhere in those foothills. I could see no smoke rising from the forest, but turning to the left of the road, I could see several columns of smoke rising from beyond the hill ahead.
A tangy acrid smell permeated the rich smell of burning wood. The scent reminded me of something, but I couldn’t place it. It smelled unnatural, and the pit of my stomach revolted at the rancid stench. Then I heard the unmistakable sound of horses galloping. From around the bend I heard shouts and curses in a guttural language that I had never heard before. Far down the road I saw a man on horseback pursued by ten or twelve creatures. Two of the creatures rode horrific counterfeits of horses, and the others loped along behind on foot. The all looked more animal like than human.
As I sprinted toward the forest, someone shouted at me, “Hurry, boy. Hide quickly. Here with us.”
I slipped behind a tree and counted at least six other men and two women, crouched in the foliage. Four had bows at the ready. The others gripped swords and maces. I made a decision. Right or wrong I chose to stand with these strangers against who or what galloped on the road. I drew my sword.
“A fine sword, boy, but maybe you could play that instrument and sing for us to give us the courage we might need out there.”
“M’Lord Ev’n, I’ve got it covered,” a woman said. She pulled out a small stringed instrument the like of which I had never seen.
“I know, Lyndar. I was hoping to keep the boy here out of the way with you.”
“Out of the way?” she asked. “You think I am out of the way as I casually walk up to the fray and sing a song.”
I could tell she wasn’t too happy, but the Lord named Ev’n ignored her comments. In fact I detected a slight smile.
“I can use a sword,” I offered. “My grandfather taught me.”
The man overlooked my comment as studied the road. The hunted and the hunters drew closer—only a hundred paces from us.
“Ready now,” he hissed to the bowmen. “Hold. . . Hold. . . Loose the arrows. At ‘em. Leave none alive,” he shouted. The evil creatures drew even with our group hiding in the trees.
Three arrows found their marks and three of the pursuers stumble and fell. The four archers fired again, downing one more. Then they drew weapons and charged out of the forest toward the road. The man being pursued wheeled his horse and charged into the confused throng of creatures. The woman called Lyndar walked toward the conflagration strumming the instrument and singing a pleasant melody. Her serene composure struck an odd counterpoint to the struggle ahead, but her confident rhythm and words soothed me. At length I let the adrenalin rush surge through me, and I followed Lord Ev’n. There was neither rhyme nor reason to my actions. Everyone around seemed to have concise purpose, but I just swung wildly at anything that looked like it would try to hit me. I connected twice, but the men and women around me made short work of the creatures.
The man on the horse dismounted when all of his pursuers were still on the grass. The others wiped their swords clean and retrieved arrows. In my fear and haste I hadn’t looked at the rider closely.
“Lord Gearon, is that you?” I ran to him, but he turned, and I realized he was not Lord Gearon. When I used that name, all within earshot turned toward me. I swallowed hard. I had no idea if invoking that name had alerted friends or enemies.
The tall knight stared at me.
“Who uses the name Gearon, Knight of Shadows, with such a familiar tone? Speak quickly or I’ll slit your throat.”
I knelt before him with bowed head. I held my sword in both hands and raised it toward him.
“Sir, I meant no disrespect. I seek Lord Gearon and a woman named Nightshade. They accompany my grandfather, Widseth,” I said. I stared into the grass, but I could see his boots and others as they gathered around.
“Rise boy. You’re in no danger here. I am Ge’org of Endania. I’m not of Gearon’s order, but I respect his prowess and clerical skills.” His kind tone stuck me to the core. “You are the grandson of Widseth,” he mused.
I stood up and sheathed my sword. “Yes sir, I am.”
Lord Ev’n laughed. “Lyndar he would have given you competition if his grandfather has taught him anything.”
I realized all these people knew of my Grandfather and his companions. They knew more than I did.
“Enough of this chit chat. We’ve work to do. Let’s get this filth of Iuz piled and burned,” Lyndar said.
“We’ll talk later. Tonight we will tell you what we know of your grandfather and his companions. But now Lyndar is right. We pulled off the ambush of these foul creatures, but other marauders are near,” Lord Ge’org said.
In a short time we gathered the bodies, spread oil and branches, lit them on fire, and left quickly to avoid the stench. The band invited me to remain with them, and their path lead in the direction I wanted to go, so it pleased me to travel with a strong company. They marched quickly. I realized they were seasoned warriors, and I struggled to keep up. There was little time for talk, as I focused on putting one foot in front of another. As night fell we moved deeper into the forest to a hidden glade that seemed to be a perfect place to hide. I realized there were probably many places where weapons and food were hidden for their use.