The magical tool of a forgotten sect, the spinneret stylus' power may bring as many troubles than it solves.
Moon Water Jewel was a woman of breathtaking beauty, so no ordinary gift would do.
"How far? Ye’ll know ye’ve found Malver’s Way when ye sees the Arch."
The Earth shifts, revealing a horror beyond time and reason…
In the heart of the storm dwell the aerial creatures known as tempest blades.
Despite his lackluster personal hygiene, Captain Geezo has a certain magnetism…
Before the honored dead are placed in their sarcophagi of alabaster, they come to the Villa of the Embalmers.
According to the legend, Dread Velsparge, Daemon Prince of the Myriad Hands, plunged into the Tarakhen Sea in a blaze of scarlet flame, throwing the whole world into ruin.
Sometimes, the places remember. Where Destiny’s threads intertwine, echoes of the past live again.
In a land known only as legend, in a tower that could only be myth, beings of immortal evil wait for freedom. The Ones who Hunger for Pain are coming to give it to them.
Why did you buy all those Iron Spikes?
The alchemists of the Hegemon did well, developing an almost undetectable Love Potion.
"The Tower of Ill Omen!" the old gypsy gasped as she glimpsed the shattered structure at the mountain’s peak.
Even the sinister Aelfen lords of the Unseleigh Court knew to fear the eldritch vengeance of the Horned Lord.
The Castellan of the Court of Dark Memory loyally serves the Twystened Sidhe, wielding unholy power in his ruthless determination to end an evil curse.
Near the center of the forest are the hidden halls that house the Court of Dark Memory, one of the last bastions of the Unseleigh Courts.
The peerless heroes of the Eagle Legion died with their sandals on…
The magical glow of the rare Allifendae Tree enthralls some and terrifies others…
Legacy of the sorcerous Shetam Kham, these complex rites allow even the most evil of accursed items to be reclaimed.
The mightiest champion of the Great Empire had a vision, a vision that his heirs still follow…
Idea from the Aeneid. Could make an intriguing encounter when searching for firewood..."Quite near there happened to be a mound of earth, at the highest part of which were growing thickets of cornel and a dense cluster of spiky myrtle-stems. I went up there and tried to wrench the green growth from the ground to provide a leafy covering for our altar. There I was confronted by a horrible and astounding miracle. For from the first bush which I tried to break off...blood oozed in dark drops, fouling the earth with its spots...A piteous moan came from the base of the mound and I heard a human voice answering me: 'Why, Aeneas, must you rend a poor sufferer? I am buried here...for I am Polydorus. Here death overpowered me in a crop of piercing iron-pointed spears. And so a crop resembling javelins has grown over me...'"