Articles with Early Access tag
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Voidtrain Review

The night air is harsh: battering winds cuts you through to the bone as an unforgiving snowfall blusters. Your eyes sting, eyelashes heavy with frozen ice. “It’s not much farther now…” Just as quickly as a plume rises from your breath, the wind whips it away.You push on, trudging through the snow, to a cabin blanketed in darkness. Your numb fingers brace against the wooden entrance, yet the gentle approach yields nothing. Mustering what little strength you have left, you shoulder the stiff door- and after a moment of resistance you topple inside, a plume of dust marking your arrival.It’s dark.

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Vampire Hunters Review

Rusty crimson stains splatter along the off-white walls, creeping down into the vermilion plush of the carpets, leaving one unable to differentiate between the true color and the unfortunate aftermath of the battle that took place within the halls of The Brootherhood. Furniture lay strewn about, as well as discarded weaponry. Whatever had occurred here- it was fierce and violent, ruthless and left carnage in its wake.But what, exactly, had transpired…? The ruins of the once-lavish Brotherhood Chateau lay in tatters, splintered floors and blood-stained walls still reverberated at each menial sound. It was quiet. Too quiet. Far too late had

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First Dwarf Review

A sharp crack of thunder pierced the thick, dark veil of clouds, reverberating through the sky as an arc of lightning followed. The lightning illuminated a lone airship, piloted by a fiery-haired dwarf. His gloved fingers tightened on the wheel, the leather squeaking in protest as he struggled to stay on course. In the dim light of the storm, small, black beady eyes peered at him from cages—messenger ravens bristling in protest at their temporary confinement, the supernatural storm permeating the air around them. Another crack of thunder split the sky, sending purple tendrils with white-hot centers crawling through the clouds

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Deck of Souls Review

The wind whistles past, your armour rattling at the sheer momentum of the descent. Falling…Down… Down… Down… Down… Down… Down… Down…Down… Down… CRACK! A plume of dust and splintered wood, the smell of rot and decay break your fall- if only temporarily- to begin the journey anew. Down… Down…Down...THUD!Your metal casing clatters on the impact- a puff of dust, scattering of stone; the stale stench of death and bleached white bone. Your body aches at the rough departure from above. You’re weak, but far from finished. As you pull yourself up, you hear the nearing clank of steel, the scrape of chalky osseous

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Pine Harbor Review

The air brakes hiss in disdain as the long commuter bus slowly grinds to a stop. The thick, dense fog is an oppressive companion the moment your feet touch the worn, neglected asphalt as you depart the safe metal shell of the vehicle. The door squeaks a menial farewell as its inner arm extends, the bus eliciting a chirp as it’s brakes hiss once more. It rolls away with unexpected vigor: The driver had no desire to linger, let alone to really bring you here in the first place- to Pine Harbor. It was all too eerie. Too quiet. A desolate,