Dieter, the latest iteration of the
EAHQ: Advanced Heroquest Enhanced Second Edition rulebook is vastly improved – keep up the good work.
However, I've noticed a few lingering typographical gremlins and punctuation quirks that might still benefit from some more sweeping. I'll take another look through your updated EAHQ Second Edition PDF and flag anything that stands out.
Short Stories: I know I sent over quite a few corrections for the two short stories. It looks like a dozen or so slipped through into this version – likely just an oversight, exhaustion, or perhaps Adobe InDesign decided to test your patience.
I'll post the corrected versions (updated: 15 July) here in the thread so they're easy to reference if you want to revisit them. Games Workshop's originals (page 6 and page 50 of the AHQ rulebook) were riddled with typographical oddities, so most of these are inherited issues.
For reference, the original Games Workshop
Advanced Heroquest Rulebook (PDF scan) is linked via the
Advanced HeroQuest Wikipedia page.
I'll continue reviewing the rest of the rulebook over the coming weeks. So far, apart from the short stories, it's looking much cleaner, e.g. mostly just the occasional slips. I'm only up to page 10, but the difference is night and day compared to the earlier version.
These are corrected versions of two short stories from the original printed AHQ rulebook (page 6 and 50), posted here for educational review and clarity.Thanquol's corrected version based upon: Advanced Heroquest Rulebook, Page 6.“By Sigmar, these mountains are sore on the feet,” thundered the warrior Heinrich Löwen, red-faced from the exertion of making his way up the steep, mossy path.
Sven Hammerhelm gave him a flinty stare. “Manling, the Grey Mountains are but gentle hillocks compared to the peaks of the World’s Edge. When you have gazed down from the snowline of Karaz-a-Karak and seen all the lands of the eastern Empire spread out beneath you then you will have climbed a mountain.”
Heinrich looked at the Dwarf and shook his head. “I was joking, Sven. Sigmar knows our position is precarious enough. Stuck half-way up a gentle hillock, pursuing murderous Ratmen to avenge a half-crazed mage. We could use a little humour.”
“My master was a great and wise man,” said Magnus seriously. He stroked his beard and looked grim. “We seek not only to avenge Jervais but to prevent the Amulet of Solkan falling into the claws of the Sorcerers of Clan Skryre. If our quest fails the world will be in peril.”
His tone brought home the gravity of their position. Heinrich had never seen his friend so obsessed. Finding his teacher dead amid a deserted battlefield of butchered retainers and slaughtered Skaven had changed him. Magnus was no longer the carefree young wizard he had met in Parravon; he was a driven man, possessed by a need for vengeance worthy of angry Solkan himself.
Heinrich envied Magnus his certainty. The fear that gnawed at him increased with every laborious step. Every pace carried him nearer to deadly danger. As the shadows lengthened under the brooding peaks he wondered why he had ever exchanged the safe life of a fisherman on the mighty Reik for the perils of adventuring.
The Elf Torallion returned from scouting ahead. “The Skaven’s trail leads onto a great valley,” he said softly. “I found traces of blood on the rocks. Some of them must be wounded.”
“You don’t say, oh mighty hunter,” said Sven sourly.
Torallion ignored him. “At the end of the vale is an entrance. It must lead down to their lair.”
Over the shoulder of the mountain was a deep hollow. In its centre brooded a mist-covered tarn. Around it claws of rock groped skyward.
“I do not like the look of that water,” said Sven, tugging at his beard.
“You feel that way about all water, bathwater included,” said Torallion airily. The Dwarf gave him an angry look.
“Enough bickering,” said Magnus. “We must all work together if we are to survive. The servants of the Horned Rat lurk below. Warriors of Clan Mors have already killed twelve men to acquire my master’s piece of the Amulet. They will show us no mercy if they discover us.”
The Elf bowed to the Dwarf then turned his gaze to the lake. “You are correct, child of Grugni. I have travelled far since leaving Athel Loren’s fair glades. From the Chaos-tainted woods of the Empire to the salt marshes beyond Sith Rionnasc’namishathir, which men call Marienburg. Never have I seen a more gloomy place.”
“You’ve never stood on the northernmost peak of the World’s Edge Mountains and watched the dark aurora dance over the blighted Chaos Wastes, then,” said Sven.
Heinrich felt a crawling between his shoulder-blades as they advanced. Blotched and unhealthy trees loomed out of the mist. As they approached the stone arch of the entrance he thought he heard chittering voices and the scrape of claw against stone.
“What was that?” he asked aloud. Torallion laid a steadying hand on his shoulder.
“I heard it too,” he said. “We are being watched.”
“It doesn’t matter,” Magnus said. “We must go on.”
They exchanged fearful glances. Even Magnus was pale, a nervous tic pulsed far back on his jaw. They stood immobile. Heinrich felt an urge to run from this haunted place. The prospect of wandering through the dark, Skaven-infested tunnels below the mountain filled him with dread. His companions looked no more keen than he was.
Eventually Sven hawked and spat. “Doubtless the Ratmen will hunt us down on the mountainside if we turn back.”
Torallion nodded. “We swore to recover the Amulet against the day of Praznagar’s return.”
“My master must be avenged,” said Magnus. Heinrich realised that they were waiting for his response. He screwed his courage to the sticking point.
“We must go on,” he said, trying to keep his voice from shaking. “For if we do not, who will?”
As one they turned and made their way through the entrance. They passed beneath the rune of the Horned Rat and descended into the waiting darkness.
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Thanquol's corrected version based upon: Advanced Heroquest Rulebook, page 50.With the iron talisman in one hand and his broadsword in the other, Heinrich kicked the door open. Within the room Skaven scuttled to take up defensive positions, brandishing scimitars menacingly as they hastily formed a shield wall.
“Teeth of Grungni,” muttered Sven, wearily raising the strange axe he had found. The sigils on its blade glowed with an austere blue light. “There’s dozens of them.”
Heinrich rubbed his wounded arm, feeling a twinge of pain, and waited for his companions to join him. The adventurers were a sorry sight. Sven’s head was bandaged and his armour dented in several places. Magnus nursed a cut hand and his face was swollen and bruised. When he flashed what was meant to be an encouraging smile, he revealed missing teeth. Torallion’s green garb was blood-stained and torn. The Elf had lost the tip of his left ear in an earlier battle.
A huge Skaven in fine armour moved forward, haranguing the horde in their horrible, chittering tongue. He raised a great, black runesword. Heinrich nervously noted the glowing red markings along its blade.
After making their way through the seemingly endless Skaven-filled tunnels and the cunningly engineered corridors that surrounded this lair they had found the Warlord. Heinrich hoped they would survive the encounter.
“We want my master’s Amulet,” said Magnus in a level, deadly-quiet voice. “Give it to us and we will spare you.”
The Skaven leader tittered. “Sillyman. We will kill you quick-quick. Eat your fleshparts. Crack your whitebones. Kill you like killed others.”
Torallion drew a bead on him with one of the gold-fletched arrows. “You were warned, vermin. You’ve had your chance,” he said. With inhuman quickness the giant Ratman ducked. Leaving a glittering trail behind it the arrow flickered past his head. The Skaven Warlord charged and his warriors surged forward in his wake.
The horrid wave of black-furred Ratmen swept over them, all red eyes, mad, gibbering voices and pink, lashing tails. For a moment Heinrich stood frozen in horror, then he sprang to meet them. He cut left and right. Skaven died beneath his glittering blade. He felt bone crunch and brains splatter. Skaven blades were turned by the links of his chainmail. He gritted his teeth and ignored the cuts and bruises they gave him.
He met a burly Skaven breast to breast. They exchanged savage cuts, straight sword to scimitar. Heinrich put his blade through the Skaven’s chest but its dying stroke sent him toppling back, stunned. Waves of nausea passed over him. He reeled unsteadily on his feet while the Ratmen pressed close. With an act of pure will he forced himself back from the brink of unconsciousness.
Roaring, he threw the Skaven off. His blade cut a whirling circle of death round him. He heard Sven chanting a Dwarven war-song and he fought his way till they were back-to-back. A flash of fire blasted through the Skaven. The Warlord staggered out of the flames of death, fur singed, eyes watering. While it peered about blindly Heinrich cut it down.
All was silent. The adventurers were the only beings alive in the chamber. Heinrich punched his fist into the air and whooped triumphantly.
Magnus made his way across to the inlaid circle on the floor. He placed his talisman in the circle and gestured for Torallion and Heinrich to do the same. There was a rumble and a trapdoor opened, revealing the shard they had sought for so long. It was time to go home and rest temporarily. Heinrich knew the quest was just beginning.
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Thanks again for all the hard work. It's shaping up beautifully.
Latest suggested Fixes to your PDF (10 July 2025).Let's walk through them like a scribe with a quill dipped in Oxford ink:- Karaz-A-Karak → Karaz-a-Karak (Correct Stronghold "-a-" grammar)
- climbed a mountain”. → climbed a mountain.” (Closing punctuation should follow the quote.)
- joking Sven → joking, Sven (Vocative comma needed to separate direct address.)
- My Master → My master (Not a formal title – lowercase is appropriate.)
- Parravon: he → Parravon; he (Semicolon better separates two independent clauses.)
- man. possessed → driven man, possessed (Full stop breaks the flow – comma preserves the clause.)
- Northernmost → northernmost (Not a proper noun – should be lowercase.)
- Chaos Wastes then → Chaos Wastes, then (Comma clarifies the temporal clause.)
- too.” → too,” (Comma before closing quote when followed by attribution.)
- matter.” → matter,” (Same as above – he continues speaking.)
- nervous tick → nervous tic ("Tic" is the involuntary muscle movement; "tick" is a clock, a GW error.)
- go on.” → go on,” (Comma before closing quote – dialogue attribution follows.)
PS: Dieter, are you planning on adding the second short story too?
Edit: 16 July, added the full text from the second short story.
Sarcasm: Some are born great, some achieve greatness, and some have greatness thrust upon them – but all shall bow before Thanquol! /Sarcasm 
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