"How far? Ye’ll know ye’ve found Malver’s Way when ye sees the Arch."
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.
"The Tower of Ill Omen!" the old gypsy gasped as she glimpsed the shattered structure at the mountain’s peak.
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.
For centuries, sailors have told the tale of this isle’s sole inhabitant, a madman who searches for the solution to an ancient puzzle.
"Build a road, wide and surrounded by beautiful architecture, to lead from Guilders’ Court to the new palace," the Regent commanded Master Thraso.
"Summon the Legions! We shall offer battle within Bleak Vale! This time, OUR cause shall triumph!"
Sailors long to visit the idyllic islands of the generous Zwitter folk…
The Wizards of the Guild have found the remains of the legendary dragon Alturgerax, but they're not sharing!
In the dawning of time, a mighty civilization, mystical and alien, flourished in the oceanÃ¢??s unseen depths. Their day has passed, but their hidden metropoli linger on.
In the depths of the nebula, the people of the Traft System serve their government well…
The villagers paid dearly after they slew the stuttering old crone!
Wise travelers know to pass wide around Destinen Wood, for few have emerged unscathed from that accursed forest.
The smoky haze that shrouds this volcanic island hides a deadly legend…
The hatreds of men have made this island paradise into a quagmire of poverty and corruption.
Nowhere else in the city would you find a place more tragically downtrodden.
Death and horror await the unwary in the tropical forests of the Kwan-Zhanalin peninsula.
Local mariners know to avoid this island and the spider demons that infest it. Don’t say that you weren’t warned!
The customers who find this elusive little shop may leave with more than a simple love potion in their pocket.
Once a place where the great merchants of the city met, this decrepit square has become a thriving marketplace for the poor and the unwanted. Many a shady deal has been made among its stalls and hidden recesses.
Along the sluggish Vanne River, the banks are lined with thick stands of tall bulrushes. These areas of wetland are considered ill-omened by the locals, for they hide the skeletal remains of thousands of grazing animals, washed downriver in a terrible flood decades before.
Adding to the uncanny reputation of the place is the occasional undead cow or goat that lurks there. The product of a necromancer's experiments some years before, these relatively harmless undead wander the area at night, startling livestock as they attempt to graze with them.