In the works of author Robert E. Howard, Crom is the chief and most powerful god of the Cimmerians, including his most famous creation, Conan the Barbarian. Unlike other deities in the Hyborian Age, Crom is not worshipped with temples or sacrifices and rarely intervenes in human affairs. He is a grim, aloof, and brutal deity who embodies the Cimmerian virtues of strength and self-reliance.
My Rating “Bound In Black Stone – Part 01 Scourge Of The Dead” It was a time of uncertainty for the tribes of Cimmeria. As Aquilonian hosts lay in frost-covered fields, drowning in their own blood, one Son of Crom longed for a world filled with everlasting adventures. It was Conan, a child born of […]
My Rating “Curse Of The Undead-Man” The cut-purse thugs had swarmed Conan in a darkened alleyway by chance, but what the Cimmerian had found on the cobblestone moments ago was worth killing for. The Maul district of Zamora had never been safe to traverse at any hour of the day, but at night, only seasoned
My Rating “Looking For Lands Beyond” From the south pushed the Aquilonian army. In their plush cities and overwhelming military victories an unsettling arrogance brought their generals to the borders of obstinate Barbarian tribes. It was here the silk dawned soldiers faced a torrent of brutish yet highly skilled Devils who worship steel over anything
My Rating “The Twilight of the Grim Grey God!” Note: Adapted from Robert E Howard’s story “The Grey God Passes” Into the wind Conan fled. A mountainous figure stood watching him from afar. Had the Cimmerian crossed paths with an elder god? How did the graying stranger know of battles to come? Conan knew not
My Rating “Lair of the Beast-Men!” Conan awoke in the underground realm of the rapacious beastmen. His last memory was that of giving chase to a frightened young woman through the snow-covered countryside of Aesgaard. Then the Cimmerian was ambushed by two concealed slavers who had mastered the art of winter camouflage. It was there,
My Rating “The Coming Of Conan!” It was a time of wanderlust. Conan, the young son of a great Cimmerian tribesmen, had set forth to discover new lands and seek his fortunes in the north. To those familiar with the cold expanse of Vanaheim and Aesgaard would surely know this, the red haired Nords carried
