Placeholder: [high res illustration by Ralph Steadman] the back of the Barbarian female warrior who is aremed to fight in the shadows of the labyrinth city of Lankhmar: In the center of the dark plaza, is a creature which body is a grotesque amalgamation of dust and fumes, twisting, motioned by some unspeakable evil. Its threatening eyes are burning coals. [high res illustration by Ralph Steadman] the back of the Barbarian female warrior who is aremed to fight in the shadows of the labyrinth city of Lankhmar: In the center of the dark plaza, is a creature which body is a grotesque amalgamation of dust and fumes, twisting, motioned by some unspeakable evil. Its threatening eyes are burning coals.

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[high res illustration by Ralph Steadman] the back of the Barbarian female warrior who is aremed to fight in the shadows of the labyrinth city of Lankhmar: In the center of the dark plaza, is a creature which body is a grotesque amalgamation of dust and fumes, twisting, motioned by some unspeakable evil. Its threatening eyes are burning coals.

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