In every great film, the seed of a corny adventure can be found…
Few things are more important to a warrior than to ensure that his… coddes… are well protected, and Red Hatchet was no exception…
Stalwart men and true, they can be found wherever true heroes gather. What they’re doing there is a mystery to all…
A half-breed son of the Volgotoi, Vorodon seeks to find his place in a world that rejects his kind.
Few are the sons of men who have come to understand the ways of the Volgotoi, the huge warrior race commonly referred to as Ogres.
You never know when you’ll need an IRON SPIKE!
This naÃƒÂ¯ve young man was fostered among the warlike Knights of the Most Holy Order of Saint Senren. Cloistered most of his life, he knows little of the world.
The city of the Bright People fell, but the spirit of its people remains. A legend of the Ouzquin Dremorix.
A weapon from before the time of men, enchanted in times of legend by the greatest of the land’s druids.
None could deny that the Torner the Fearless’ heartbroken widow did mourning well.
Within the Ruddye Draggon, the landlord has more than fresh ale brewing. Can this landmark tavern be saved?
The Gohhi tribesmen of the Sallvian desert preserve the worship of an ancient goddess…
When you face a foe in desperate life-or-death combat, there’s nothing like getting good and liquored up first…
Inspired by a secret muse, a humble man sketches heroes and battles for the folk of the Market Quarter.
Legends say that the first of these bows of gleaming steel were crafted by the smiths of the dwarves, who gave them to the first of the land’s great kings.
The crests of Compall Fowle are reputed to have potent healing powers, but little else is known of the vicious birds.
Kranno the Goblin didn’t know what to do with his mastery of the art of skulking until he met the frustrated poet Vonyich Festelgabber.
Few cities could stand long before the invincible "Firedrake", the Hegemon’s mightiest vessel of war.
Driven by a lifetime of anger, Modest Slatterbite and his “Staff of Truth” have come to condemn the “wicked”.
As the drums echo through the badlands, the warriors of the Orcish tribes feel the power of the tribal spirits call to them…
A wild species, vinus homophagus, more akin to sea-grape rather than the terrestrial variety, is not a monster despite its fanciful name. The grapes, a deep purple color when in bloom, and oozing dewdrops of perspiration, like the most prized and delectable of drinking wine grapes, do however deserve their moniker. Wine made from this fruit, is deadly to most humanoids, as is the raw berry, if plucked and eaten from the vine. It is the unnatural chemical concoction found within the fruit’s tart skin, which gives the man-eating grape its name. The chemical stew found inside each berry, functions as a necrotic agent, the same as found in some species of venomous snakes. The grapes literally eat the victim from the inside out, via cell death, dissolving organs and flesh in quick succession.
The tribes of Pra-Oohk Crater, from the jungles of Ghlush are known to sell the fermented “wine” of this grape to merchants of distant lands. Sadly, the taste of the concoction is divine when first quaffed, and even worse, the man-eating grape wine will never detect as poisonous via mundane means, its horrid natures somehow masking all attempts. Luckily the man-eating grapes are extremely rare, and endemic to humid jungles.