]]>FFG820 Mon, 27 Oct 2008 05:00:00 GMTBy Michael Hurley

As the Rioting River settled into its newly chosen course, we climbed the giant Beanstalk that lay strewn across the land, felled long ago by Jack after his descent from the giant's castle in the clouds. We'd hoped the better view from atop the tangled, rotting vegetation would give us a clue about where to go next, but it was for naught. In one direction was the Sea, in the other the Great and Awful Forest, and on every horizon were the World's Edge Mountains. We were trapped in the...