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	<title>The Farrow Ridges</title>
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	<description>Dispatches from the Deepwoods</description>
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		<title>65. The Eastern Woods</title>
		<description>Firing up the phraxchamber of the Wind Zephyr and setting the flight levers to full steam, we soon left the dread canyons of the Midwoods far behind. What followed was a week of hard voyaging, as Captain Ironshank, Kultuft and I made our way across the cloud-filled expanse of the ...</description>
		<link>http://www.weirdnewworlds.com/blog/?p=533</link>
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		<title>64. The Loom Shack</title>
		<description>'Too late... Too late...' Bragsworn's words were ringing inside my head.

Certainly it wasn't looking good. There were two of us and twenty of them. At least. All I had to defend myself was my knife, and although Bragsworn had a phraxpistol, we were so outnumbered it wasn't even worth him ...</description>
		<link>http://www.weirdnewworlds.com/blog/?p=527</link>
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		<title>63. Battle of the Floating Fortress - Part Three</title>
		<description>What unfolded in the next few moments is still a blur in my mind. The tallow-hats, candles blazing from the brims of their crushed funnel hats, charged forward onto the deck of the Rainseeker and set about the crew with long-scythes, pitch-irons and razor-pikes. As I dodged swinging blades and ...</description>
		<link>http://www.weirdnewworlds.com/blog/?p=519</link>
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		<title>62. Escape from the Tavern</title>
		<description>I opened my eyes. The darkness swirled. I didn't know where I was. I lifted my head to look round, but when I did so, a sharp pain filled my skull. I flopped back and closed my eyes again.

There were muffled voices coming from the other side of the wall. ...</description>
		<link>http://www.weirdnewworlds.com/blog/?p=510</link>
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		<title>61. Battle of the Floating Fortress - Part Two</title>
		<description>The hideous flock of glowing-eyed rotsuckers descended on the sky galleon, claws spread and snouts dripping. Around me on the deck of the Rainseeker, the sky pirates sprang into action.

A team of burly trogs and flatheads leaped onto the phraxchamber's scaffolding, swinging large double-edged axes at the rotsuckers, that were ...</description>
		<link>http://www.weirdnewworlds.com/blog/?p=505</link>
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		<title>60. The Split-Willow Tavern</title>
		<description>The sun was sinking down beneath the Western Woods as I made my way along the Farrow Lake, then cut back along a track that led into the forest to the north. After a hundred strides or so, I came to a clearing with a curious fork-trunk willow at its ...</description>
		<link>http://www.weirdnewworlds.com/blog/?p=496</link>
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		<title>59. Battle of the Floating Fortress - Part One</title>
		<description>The horror of what I witnessed that day will stay with me as long as I live, and I hope I never have to venture into such regions of dark depravity again. If I ever doubted the justness of Captain Skullbaiter and the crew of the Rainseeker's mission, such reservations ...</description>
		<link>http://www.weirdnewworlds.com/blog/?p=490</link>
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		<title>58. The Phraxshell</title>
		<description>Lucia had sobbed for hours, inconsolable. 'Why?' she kept saying. 'Why, why, why?'

I tried to explain to her the motives of the self-appointed Defenders of the First Age - fanatics, hellbent on curbing the changes to the Edge caused by the harnessing of the power of stormphrax. They wish to ...</description>
		<link>http://www.weirdnewworlds.com/blog/?p=484</link>
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		<title>57. Keel-Chained</title>
		<description>The distinctive crack of phraxcannon rang out from the foredeck of the sky-pirate galleon. Moments later, I felt the Wind Zephyr shudder beneath me and, looking round, saw two phrax-propelled grappling hooks embedded in our aftdeck.

The chains they trailed jerked taut, and the Wind Zephyr came to an abrupt halt. ...</description>
		<link>http://www.weirdnewworlds.com/blog/?p=478</link>
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		<title>56. Defenders of the First Age</title>
		<description>The note that Laria handed me had been written on a piece of parchment in Forden's neat, spiky handwriting, and delivered to the Farrow Ridges by ratbird, the parchment folded and rolled and inserted into a small ironwood capsule attached to its leg.It had arrived at the hive-house while I ...</description>
		<link>http://www.weirdnewworlds.com/blog/?p=469</link>
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