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Dragonlance Comics (Issue 31) - Sword of the Kinslayer (Part 2)

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This story begins a few days after the last issue . Once again, we start with a nice little paragraph from Astinus recapping previous events and setting the stage for this issue. The wolf-clan dwarves are disposing the bodies of the dead neidar (hill dwarves) in a ritual fashion. Wolfthane stops the clan shaman's ritual short, not caring about his "mumbo-jumbo" and fearing the shaman's horn might cause an avalanche. Meanwhile, the surviving neidar, including Theolin are camped nearby, huddled around a small campfire and saddened that they must wait for another day to honor their dead. Elsewhere Riva tells Stonehelm a story from her childhood. One day as a little girl, playing in the courtyard of Castle Silvercrown, Riva came upon a clutch of eggs. As she reached out to touch one, the mother goose, trying to protect her children, let loose a wild attack upon the little girl. She cowered in fear until her father chased away the goose and pulled Riva to him. She ...

Dragonlance Comics (Issue 30) - Sword of the Kinslayer (Part 1)

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After last month's slight departure to the realm of Spelljammer, we return to the regular ongoing Dragonlance comic. This issue finds us back in time, just after the War of the Lance, when Riva was still on Ansalon and not yet a knight of Solamnia. The story opens with a splash page and text (from Astinus , no less) that sets the time frame for the story. This is a pretty good idea since for the last 8 issues (since issue 22 ), we've been following her adventures in Taladas several years after the War of the Lance. The story opens in northern Solamnia, during winter. A group of neidar (aka hill dwarves) are in route to Castle Silvercrown with a cache of weapons that they will sell to feed the village for the winter. Along with the neidar is Andvari Stonehelm, a hylar (mountain dwarf) mercenary they've hired as their peaceful community finds itself under assault by unknown forces that always strike under cover of night. On the trail, springing out of hiding are a barb...