A tool of war, given free will to foster stife and conflict, that used that very same free will to become a messenger of peace.

A blade of darkest night turned to a different use, to teach and educate the knight?

Has your kid been acting strangely? Returning home late at night, bearing bruises and clothes torn? Something else than puberty may be the reason.

Fiery doom in two handy barrels. Unsurpassed destructive power. Comes with a five shot warranty.

Magic is a blessing and curse, life and death, birth and undoing, a goal and a way.

An evil that nurtures evil, a dark mother that is cradle to shadow.

The beast within became the beast without; ferocity and might blossoming in corpore upon the flesh.

High above the lands of the living, where frost and howling of the wind reign, the morbid monument to a faith long dead calls the deceased on a last pilgrimage.

A harvest queen, a druid of war, a monarch of leaves.

Should you wish to pluck a rose, or to caress it, beware its thorns, its dangerous beauty.

For your pleasure and entertainment, here we present, thirty fiendlings seasoned with a whiff of brimstone, teasingly clad in shadow, accompanied by tunes played on pipes of angel-bone; likewise do we tell of the gifts they might bestow upon one in their favor.

So get them before Hell freezes over!

Pride. Strength. Skill.
These are the values of the Monroi, woven into their very being - for them, battle is not just self-preservation, but a need.

Two young nobles, enmity between their families. Where have we seen this before?

The high society, the creme dela creme, waste often a great amount of money on luxuries and amusement. In a fantasy world, there is sure more to throw out heaps of money for than fancy clothes, shiny jewels and fast horses, mansions and wars...

Seldom does one see a Dunshar 'nude', as an amorphous masses of jelly. They can animate mud, earth, stone or metal, and use them as a body to shield their fragile self.

The greatest of chieftains, uniter of the hordes, harbringer of chaos, many names he held, yet what is the truth behind one of the greatet Orc leaders of all time?

A lot of travelling singers have a flame or incessant longing in their heart.This woman's heart holds something more as well.

Sing to me and I shall write, on lilies, poetry of the night.

In seeking to escape serving the Lord of Ravens many a hope flickered and died, for those who oppose him end up serving him after all.

Some elves lose patience teaching the 'young' races, and set out to employ harsher methods. A few doubt the very intent of mother nature, and set out to bring their own vision to life.