When the Prince of Thalavor is found dead, floating down the river in a Hero's Voyage, the King Espegil sends the heroes upriver into unexplored lands to discover the bane that slew him.

Hiding deep within catacombs of the ancients, in low, deep alcoves where they lie, spider-like, awaiting the taste of fresh blood, there are the hideous Torlakia, dark beings who once lived and are now, fearfully, undead.

In an ancient cycle of time, an empire of sun worshippers ruled the world from their great holy city.

The armies of the Treaty States go to the fronts of the Great War armed with the sturdy, trusty and effective Dirziet Model-6, a magazine-fed bolt-action rifle.

The Cyahoi are horrific undead beings created as powerful servants by the cults of the frightful Lord Sarku, flesh-eating Master of the Living Dead. They are animalistic and violent creatures whose lower, animal souls have been driven wild with spiritual starvation, and whose higher, reasoning souls are held captive in their black hearts.

Hideous creatures, they stand motionless and filled with intense sorrow at their existence.

Getting sick of people who's destiny it is to save the world? Well, that's sure as hell not anything Randolphina's like destiny!

Within a palace that is also a prison, Muggar the White Despiser wages war against the light, seeking to make all mortals his slaves.

Was this to be his last sight, then? These bloody-red gums, these rusty, iron teeth? Where were the Gods to defend him from Bloody Smile?