Swords Against Nehwon
A website dealing with Fritz Leiber's Lankhmarian legends,


Copyright 1977, Michael Whelan, All Rights Reserved
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Sundered from us by gulfs of time and stranger dimensions dreams the ancient world of Nehwon with its towers and skulls and jewels, its swords and sorceries. Nehwon's known realms crowd about the Inner Sea: northward the green-forested fierce Land of the Eight Cities, eastward the steppe-dwelling Mingol horsemen and the desert where caravans creep from the rich Eastern Lands and the River Tilth. But southward, linked to the desert only by the Sinking Land and further warded by the Great Dike and the Mountains of Hunger, are the rich grainfields and walled cities of Lankhmar, eldest and chiefest of Nehwon's lands. Dominating the Land of Lankhmar and crouching at the silty mouth of the River Hlal in a secure corner between the grainfields, the Great Salt Marsh, and the Inner Sea is the massive-walled and mazy-alleyed metropolis of Lankhmar the Imperishable, the City of the Black Toga.
In Lankhmar on one murky night, there met for the first time those two dubious heroes and whimsical scoundrels, Fafhrd and the Gray Mouser....
----Excerpt from INDUCTION
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Fafhrd and the Gray Mouser and the people, places, and
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