Only the most courageous survive the unforgiving Hel Tundra. Will you perish in the frozen lands of monsters, magic, and terror?
Escape to the World of Fantasy Author
R.T. Stalba-Smith!
The all powerful artifact awaits. Meet Kora and Rhud, two relic hunters and monster slayers roaming the Hel Tundra in search of destiny. In this exclusive reader experience you’ll receive more than you bargained for… staying alive will come at a cost!
A sacrifice must be paid...
But in return, this click your own adventure is yours.
(Along with the novella artifact.)
Be warned!!! — This immersive sequence is not for the faint of heart (nor weary of time). Be prepared to steal away from the realities of our realm to a much grimmer and darker place where only the most fearless readers survive!
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No, stop. Go back up!
Seriously. Go back up!
Fine... but you'll regret it.
Dammit, go back up!
The sign-up form glitches and disappears.
Or at least, you thought it was a form...
You had to enter information about yourself.
Your contact information? A name? Something about—
You squint and tap your screen in frustration.
A glass mirror shimmers in front of you. Ripples wash out and smooth to nothing.
"What the hell..." you utter. You're looking at yourself, except you're not really—
The ripples begin again.
Your body pulls towards them.
Calls sound and you realize you're in a stonewall hallway.
You don’t even remember arriving here.
Or how you found this place...
But here you are.
In front of the shimmering glass.
A yell echoes down the hallway.
Something tugs at your mind dully.
Escape…
Imprisonment…
A quest…
More words float upon the glass.
“Do you wish to escape?”
More yells join the first. Their words gnashing at the echoes like rabid dogs. They wash over you and your skin prickles. Goose flesh rises and freezes. The hallway is freezing.
“Do you want to escape?”
Without answering, the words shimmer and change.
“How badly?”
A light bursts into the hallway and a guard, becoming a solid figure from vapor, wields a sword at you. “Stop!”
The light of his flame reflects in many other glass veils. Rows upon rows of them lining the hallway.
All with gilded frames.
All with names above them.
All broken, dead, and shimmerless... save yours.
“Well?”
You look upon the name above your frame. Hel Tundra.
More guards spill into the hallway, becoming solid forms from nothing. They turn back to vapor and their eyes glow white boiling gold.
“You’re not the first soul to step through here… nor will you be the last… What is your decision?”
The yelling clashes with a buzzing in your ears. Bile tickling at the back of your throat. Burning. The stench making you gag.
Weapons brandished clashed and the lead guard, a snarling face with white eyes, commands you to stop.
His words, in a language you don't understand, yet feel their age, pulls at your spine. The shimmering glass flashes and you hold your hands up to the light. The glass pulls you in as the guards arrive.
Fire and frost burn through you. Cold heat fills your lungs. You’re flailing in a black void until a single light sparks.
It burns bright.
Brighter.
Brighter.
BRIGHTER!
BRIGHTER!
Your eyes sting.
“How much for a soul?”
The light flares and blinds you.
But not before a great set of jaws are seen.
...
Nothing happens.
Time passes.
You’re not breathing. You’re not dead either.
Your heart keeps no beat.
You need to decide.
You open your eyes.
Before you is the great set of jaws. It holds a shimmering veil. Hel is inscribed in the jaws of enormous bone. Twice the height of you. Teeth longer than your forearm.
Two blurred figures stand on either side of the bone monstrosity.
“How much for a soul?” they speak.
“But a name,” one says.
“And a place in time,” the other responds.
The jaws shimmer and words appear.
“Beware though, to enter the Hel Tundra is a fate only the most courageous can handle. It is a relentless landscape of horror and terror, fear and violence, strength and hope…”
