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| - The Black Tower is an action film produced by Warner Bros. Pictures and released by RKO Pictures in 1971.
- Rhoanna lay tangled in the sheets. She was as beautiful and fierce as any woman, and a life spent in the saddle had turned last night's passion into an athletic event. Falamar had always felt himself a more than adequate, some had said legendary, lover but Rhoanna was insatiable. Falamar slipped quietly from the bed in the fear that if she awoke she would not let him escape. He felt the sudden sympathy for the wild mustangs Rhoanna had ridden until they broke and surrendered to her will. Up on deck the sea air revived him and he streched and called for a report form Amergin, and a got tea from the deck hand. "No rum captain?" the deck hand asked. "My body aches enough this morning Rory, best to at least keep my mind sharp." Falamar answered, then turning to Amergin he said, "How close are to the Dead Lands?" "We will be upon them by midday. There are already reports that the Sheaim are readying for us, and our advance ship returned during the night crewed by skeletons. We had to sink it ourselves." Falamar's eye widened and he called down to Rory in the mess, "on second thought I'll take a bit of rum with that, on the side." Looking back at Amergin he asked, "Anything else?" "The Dead Lands appears much as our own except at its heart where it's as defiled as Hyborem's own lands. Tebryn has a spell around these lands that keeps anyone from enering without his approval. This spell is maintained by ritualists in the capital cities of his generals, Averax, Gosea and Malchavic. Until they are destroyed we won't be able to assault Tebryn directly." Rory placed the hot tea and rum at Falamar's side and asked, "Anything else captain?" "No, thank you Rory." Falamar quickly drank the rum before asking Amergin to continue. "There are reports that men who die within this region find their souls drawn to the black tower, where they are transformed into hellish versions of themselves, skeletons, wraiths, sect of flies, eidolons and such. I cannot imagine a worse fate for a man's soul, and for us it means that we will face any we lose in battle." "I'm going to need more rum!" Falamar yelled to Rory, who quickly scrambled to refill Falamar's goblet. "Anything else Amergin?" Falamar asked. "The living seem unable to heal here. Those injured in battle against the skeleton ships bleed as if their wounds were fresh. These lands are cursed, and it does not favor us." Falamar downed the second rum, "And what of the rum?" "We are well-stocked captain." "Lock away my enemy in an unassailable location, subject me to the threat of eternal damnation as some wretched bone pile, remove from me even the tiny gifts of health and healing, but leave the rum." "Aye captain." Amergin grinned, a rare sight on the first mate. "You had best rouse our guest and tell her everything you told me. We will need all the strength we have by midday."
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