After countless bloody encounters and many strange turnings in the path, the mountain fastness of the evil sorcerer Theleb Zarak stands in front of you, its spires reaching up to the glowering sky like the vast fingers on a cruel hand. Within its thick, stone walls lay a thousand traps, an army of slavering monsters and the old wizard himself, said to be a five hundred years old and nigh on invincible. None who enter escape alive, but many try their hand, for is it not rumoured that Zarak also guards the greatest hoard of treasure on the four continents? Jewels as big as a man's head, gold piled deep enough to bury an oliphant, and magical weapons powerful enough to win a hardy warrior their own kingdom?
But enough about the fortress. What about you? Who are you, bold adventurer? What is it you seek?
If you are Gronan Headsplitter
, warrior, freebooter, sometime pirate, slayer of dragons, raider of tombs and noted lover of many lucky and exhausted people, turn to page 435
If you are Rex
, a good dog, turn to page 198