Dungeon Of Death

"Asking Scott Keith about professional wrestling is like asking Wayne Gretzky about hockey." --Murtz Jaffer, Inside Pulse The True Story Behind Wrestling's Deadly Secret On June 25, 2007, Canadian pro wrestler Chris Benoit, his wife Nancy, and their seven-year-old son Daniel were found dead in their Fayetteville, Georgia, home. The ruling of murder-suicide caused a media frenzy and stunned wrestling fans around the world. Yet the Benoit tragedy was only the latest in a string of disasters that have dogged Stampede Wrestling, operated by the Calgary-based Hart family. In the first book of its kind, Scott Keith offers an in-depth look at the Hart family "curse" that has left all the Stampede Wrestling alumnae either crippled or dead. Were these deaths preventable or inevitable? How did a sport famous for showmanship and entertainment become overrun by rampant drug use, depravity, and greed? Chris Benoit isn't the only wrestler to be brought down by a history of drug use--many other big names in the sport have fallen victim to wrestling's drug culture and steroid obsession. Why has nothing been done about this, even now after these latest deaths? Scott Keith knows wrestling from the inside out. This compelling and candid account reveals not only what's gone wrong in the world's most spectacular sport but what must be done to save it.

For the first time, D&D players will have access to one of the most mysterious locales from the First Edition Forgotten Realms campaign setting. The Dungeon of Death features an elaborate array of tricks, traps, and monsters -- sure to challenge any party. The adventure is for mid-level (5th-9th) characters, which are in high demand by loyal D&D players.

Fort-Dimanche, Dungeon of Death is a vivid testimony of the most horrendous kind of mental and physical cruelties that we can inflict on our fellow men. Patrick Lemoine’s harrowing tale about his years of imprisonment in one of the worse dungeons in the world will stand as a constant reminder that our basic freedoms, when taken for granted, can be trampled by the very ones elected or selected among us to be sentinels of society. Jonathan Demme, filmmaker and producer, USA This book is an implacable referendum against dictatorship. Its sole ideology is to proclaim freedom of thought and expression. This book must be read by anyone who wants to know, especially by the young who should know, because it is difficult for them to imagine the unthinkable... Jean Desquiron, Le Nouvelliste, Port-au-Prince, Haiti It is a disturbing testimonial on the physical and moral degradation of human beings orchestrated by the militia of a totalitarian regime. Patrick Lemoine's surgical description of a long descent into Duvalier's dungeons leaves us completely numb. Other books have been written on the subject, but none offers such a detailed account of this historical legacy. Yves-Robert Dougé, M.D., Pour Haiti, Paris, France Written in a soft literary style, yet concise, detailed, and captivating [...], this book remains the most acerbic discourse on the vicious cruelty of a political class mired in cynicism and debauchery...! Haiti-Observateur, New York, USA It is necessary to read this book in its entirety, even when you are tempted to hide it, to bury it, as if it would prevent forever such horrible acts from occuring again... Elsie Ethéart, Haiti en Marche, Miami, USA

The creator of the Forgotten Realms leads readers through a rollicking fantasy adventure and murder mystery set in the city of Waterdeep Revealed in death to have been Masked Lords, three more citizens had been murdered over the preceding day and night: the Sembian wine-seller and collector Oszbur Malankar; the half-elf sorceress and artisan Dathanscza Meiril; and the moneylender, landlord, and investor Ammasker Gwelt. All of Waterdeep now knew someone was killing the Lords of Waterdeep, one by one. Yet that was about where truth ended and speculation—however plausible—began. The broadsheets were full of wild conjecture. Who's behind this? The ousted Lord Neverember? The Zhentarim, the Cult of the Dragon or some other Outland Power? The Xanathar? Some cabal of guilds or nobles planning a coup? The rumors would rage on, whether the Open Lord Laeral Silverhand did something or not. That was the trouble with rumors; once loosed, they roamed free like snarling, untamed beasts, with no simple way of stopping them. And all rumors aside, Waterdeep has become . . . a City of Murderers. Death Masks is loosely connected to the Elminster series and Sage of Shadowdale series.

Punjar: wide-eyed madmen stalk the streets pronouncing the end of days, mail-clad priests crush the skulls of heathens underfoot, and timorous virgins are offered up in sacrifice within sooty temples. But even the greatest of shining temples and the strangest of mystery cults don't dare to challenge the terrifying finality of death. Until now. In Blades Against Death, the adventurers cross between the realms of the living and the dead, and wager their souls in a desperate bid to steal a soul from Death's hoary grasp. To win over the God of Dooms, you must be the most daring, stalwart and cunning and - when all else fails - willing to test your blades against Death! A mid-level adventure for the Dungeon Crawl Classics Role-Playing Game, Blades against Death offers characters a once in a lifetime escapade. Those that return from the Realms of the Dead will have earned the true title of Adventurer, while those that fail will spend eternity in Death's service.

The saga of the mighty Forest Kingdom comes to a close as dark magic, fell foes, and a vicious dragon threaten to destroy Cormyr’s royal family—and Cormyr itself Azoun IV, in the twilight of his years, is still a shining hero to most of his subjects. To all but the eldest, he is the only king they've ever known. He's led them capably out of dark doom before. Yet Cormyr has never faced so many mighty and mysterious foes at once. Demonic ghazneths, ancient curses, weird trees of foul magic, goblins and their kin on the rise in the northern wilderlands, a blight upon the land, rebellious mutterings, dying war wizards . . . and a dragon the likes of which no living eyes on Faerûn have ever seen. The Purple Throne doesn't seem so unassailable now. It could well shatter under the weight of a gigantic dragon—or the secrets and follies of the last of the Obarskyrs.