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.
When you face a foe in desperate life-or-death combat, there’s nothing like getting good and liquored up first…
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.
Few cities could stand long before the invincible "Firedrake", the Hegemon’s mightiest vessel of war.
As the drums echo through the badlands, the warriors of the Orcish tribes feel the power of the tribal spirits call to them…
The spectacular enchantments of Agarn the Impulsive could have been even greater if he had been able to keep any of his apprentices…
Once every decade on the eve of St. Poskov's Day during mid-winter, the coastal city of Tiyabon experiences a horrific event. Quool's Tide rolls in, depositing hundreds of bloated, fish-eaten corpses upon the pebbly shores of Tiyabon's wide bay. This singularity is to this day unexplained, though countless theories abound. It is said for example, that these corpses are not eaten by the myriad fish of the seas completely, due to the fear all creatures of the seas hold for Quool.
Named for Quool, a terrible, antediluvian god of seas and storms, who no longer exists for he has no worshipers, the Tide chokes the beaches and surf with the countless rotting bodies of those who had perished at sea in a violent way.
Almost immediately, the lifeless corpses are fed upon by crabs, gulls, and worse things that await the horrid feast. The townsfolk let nature take it course with disinterested disgust, though lately some enterprising adventurers have taken to searching along the beaches of flesh for former deceased companions, with intentions of raising them again!
Surprisingly no undead ever rise from among the many corpses. This is also a mystery.