Khass was one of the greatest friends I ever had.  So of course, what choice did I have but to save him?

Dear gods above, what have I done?

Always on the cutting edge of fashion and the talk of the courts, Mialee the Beautiful is the supermodel of the fantastic world…

A lich who is worshipped as a god.

Once a tool awakened on purpose, the looming stones have outlived their masters but not their purpose

Everyone knows that that Senthia Khlack died with her father, the Duke Eldward Khlack, after their failed Rebellion. But what they do not is that Senthia still lives, after a fashion.

The mighty dragon - arrogant, though rightly so, for what blade can pierce such beautiful armour? What warrior can match its lithe, graceful movements and raw power? But what if such a regal, magestic beast were cut down to size? What if it became human, itself?

A secluded mage garbed only in black, an obvious aura of corruption exuding from him. His emotions seem to be absent, and evil is more than a desire to him. Its a necessity.

Those that know him have long ago forgotten his last name if he ever had one. Once a respected adventurer of great reknown he has since fell into mindlessness and general senility. An elf of no little confusion, his great knowledge is still available, just difficult to get to.

Locked away for his crimes by the gods themselves, he is the greatest spellcaster of all time.