ocr: GHADI TARMITIA The ice: storm whips up a terrible chill, Travel in time and the battles between and the wars, so hurry to Lanatir or be frozen still. survive is yours. the Stritespear The Mad God ravaged Skara Brae 10 lies in ruins unto this day Death is assured to all who dare Invade his domain t0 challenge him there. Ancient runes have long foretold Ofa thief worth thrice his weight in gold MALEFIA With He the fate moves of in the shadow world in across his the nimble land hands. Evilevil, from the cracks they teem, when will you wake from this nightmarish dream?,
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