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<blockquote data-quote="Crust" data-source="post: 3261050" data-attributes="member: 22330">I love Tolkien, but I must say that though I might savor Tolkien's writing, literally gorged myself on Howard's writing.&nbsp; YES!&nbsp; Savage Sword of Conan and Conan Saga were necessary subscriptions for me back when I was 13/14.&nbsp; They were incredible.&nbsp; I gave my collection to a buddy of mine, and he subsequently lost it.&nbsp;&nbsp; <img src="https://cdn.jsdelivr.net/joypixels/assets/8.0/png/unicode/64/1f641.png" class="smilie smilie--emoji" loading="lazy" width="64" height="64" alt=":(" title="Frown&nbsp; &nbsp; :("&nbsp; data-smilie="3"data-shortname=":(" />&nbsp;&nbsp; It stands as one of my deepest regrets to this day (though I did gain the complete set of '92 D&amp;D trading cards as a result... not a bad trade).&nbsp; <img src="https://cdn.jsdelivr.net/joypixels/assets/8.0/png/unicode/64/1f609.png" class="smilie smilie--emoji" loading="lazy" width="64" height="64" alt=";)" title="Wink&nbsp; &nbsp; ;)"&nbsp; data-smilie="2"data-shortname=";)" /> I remember one issue of Savage in particular:Conan was being led through a swamp by a gang of slavers, chained, grim-faced, eyes a volcanic blue (well, black, I suppose... couldn't resist&nbsp; <img src="https://cdn.jsdelivr.net/joypixels/assets/8.0/png/unicode/64/1f609.png" class="smilie smilie--emoji" loading="lazy" width="64" height="64" alt=";)" title="Wink&nbsp; &nbsp; ;)"&nbsp; data-smilie="2"data-shortname=";)" /> ).&nbsp; The team came upon the run-down house of an old hag who portended doom to come.&nbsp; The slavers callously murdered her and everyone holed up for the night in her home.&nbsp; Soon, a pack of, yes, anthropomorphic beasts assailed the house, breaking through barricades to set about slaughtering the slavers.Conan looked to a bearded, middle-aged slaver and bid him release his manacles so that he might lend his arm to the defense of the home.&nbsp; The slaver acquiesced, though neglected to give the Cimmerian a weapon.&nbsp; Amidst the chaos, Conan eyed his tool of death-dealing leaning against a nearby table: an iron warhammer.The next several pages consisted of Conan caving in the skulls of countless feral apes, teeth and brains flying.&nbsp; It was glorious.&nbsp; Of course, most if not all of the slavers were horribly mutilated and killed, but Conan was undaunted.&nbsp; When the screams died and the barbarian could rest his arms, he exited the house to find the bearded slaver who released him lying on the ground wounded.&nbsp; The slaver extended a hand for aid... and Conan ploughed his hammer into the slaver's skull.<img src="https://cdn.jsdelivr.net/joypixels/assets/8.0/png/unicode/64/1f600.png" class="smilie smilie--emoji" loading="lazy" width="64" height="64" alt=":D" title="Big grin&nbsp; &nbsp; :D"&nbsp; data-smilie="8"data-shortname=":D" /></blockquote>

[QUOTE="Crust, post: 3261050, member: 22330"] I love Tolkien, but I must say that though I might savor Tolkien's writing, literally gorged myself on Howard's writing. YES! [I]Savage Sword of Conan [/I] and [I]Conan Saga [/I] were necessary subscriptions for me back when I was 13/14. They were [I]incredible[/I]. I gave my collection to a buddy of mine, and he subsequently lost it. :( It stands as one of my deepest regrets to this day (though I did gain the complete set of '92 D&D trading cards as a result... not a bad trade). ;) I remember one issue of [I]Savage [/I] in particular: Conan was being led through a swamp by a gang of slavers, chained, grim-faced, eyes a volcanic blue (well, black, I suppose... couldn't resist ;) ). The team came upon the run-down house of an old hag who portended doom to come. The slavers callously murdered her and everyone holed up for the night in her home. Soon, a pack of, yes, anthropomorphic beasts assailed the house, breaking through barricades to set about slaughtering the slavers. Conan looked to a bearded, middle-aged slaver and bid him release his manacles so that he might lend his arm to the defense of the home. The slaver acquiesced, though neglected to give the Cimmerian a weapon. Amidst the chaos, Conan eyed his tool of death-dealing leaning against a nearby table: an iron warhammer. The next several pages consisted of Conan caving in the skulls of countless feral apes, teeth and brains flying. It was glorious. Of course, most if not all of the slavers were horribly mutilated and killed, but Conan was undaunted. When the screams died and the barbarian could rest his arms, he exited the house to find the bearded slaver who released him lying on the ground wounded. The slaver extended a hand for aid... and Conan ploughed his hammer into the slaver's skull. :D [/QUOTE]

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