When does a boon become a bane? The wise often falter and make foolish mistakes under the guidance of those who are treacherous in design.

Your eyes can lie. Blindfolds can slip away. The Dark Latern extinguishes the deception of light and shadow.

Appearing in the form of a massive bloody spider, the Bone Stitcher is one of the more macabre creations of the infernal...

Larkin thought that she was just like the other girls in her village. Her mother was a local crofter, but her father was an incredibly wealthy man who was seldom around but cared very deeply for her mother. Now her mother has passed away, her father hasnt come back, and things are starting to happen to her, things that are neither natural or explainable...

All of his life Fflam lived in the shadows of greater and more terrible demons than himself. One day he would show them all...

In Aelfa's arms, have I left my anvil...

These were the last words of Davyd, the last master alchemist of the Old World, upon his deathbed. For nine centuries many have sought out Aelfa to find the anvil so that they might create weapons of power equivalent to those crafted during the height of the Old World.

Spires of crystals reach in the barren sky, glittering like the teeth of some long since slain carnivore god...

Seemingly cast out of vast sheets of crystal, glass and ice, the Sorcerer's Palace is a breath taking wonder of the city. Few doubt the benevolence of Emet the White who makes his abode within the palace that is as much a work of art as it is a home.

My dark past will never let me rest, the only solace I find is bathed in the light of the moon. Tell me, have you ever danced with a devil in the pale moonlight?

The Grand Arm is a weapon without peer, there is naught a blade nor shield that can withstand it's mighty blows. This ornate weapon is surely the divine tool of the god of war...

Cornelia served the Grand Wizard Elkhorne for many years, tending dutifully to his laboratory and making sure his robes were properly cleaned and mended. That was until Cornelia slipped and fell down the spiraling staircase from the orrey and broke her neck...and died.

Sitri Andromalion has been the local druid of the Vepar Valley as long as anyone can remember. The local populace, long used to the wisdom and experience of the old druid are concerned as his health is failing...

Good luck, and good fortune favors those who possess the Pillars of the Alchemist.

Dark eyed and sultry voiced, few men can ignore the words that spill from Malhonne's full lips. Fewer ever notice their valuables stolen as she whispers obscenity and sweetness in their ears.

The earth is bleached white, and brittle underfoot. Ribs and vertebrae litter the ground like driftwood and in the distance, colossal bones of slain giants rise like hungry fingers clawing at the iron grey sky. The wind rises, howling through the empty eye sockets of hollow skulls. A rain of hail begins, pelting the ground with fingerbones and teeth.

Welcome, ye miserly sinners. Welcome to Hell.

Clef was a regular gnome, just like all of the other gnomes. It just happened that his area of interest was not so agreeable to the other gnomes...

These items, potent wards against spirits, were once commonplace. Following the end of the old Empire the methods of their manufacture was lost and none new have been made in the intervening centuries.

GROND!...GROND!...GROND!...
Thousands of orcs chant in unison as their champion and chieftan raises the black iron morningstar, they chant for the hammer of the underworld, the unbeatable weapon of orcdom.

Oft overlooked, and moreso understaffed, the majordomo of Jesolo Manor sought out a sorcerous cousin to craft for him some sort of charm or spell to aid him in the maintainence of the sprawling manor. A six foot staff of twisted oak was his prize.

What is it that hangs from such a fine belt? Tis a sword of Righteous Slaying, and a Mace of Disintegration. A pouch of Perfect Invisibility Dust, and a wand of Endless fireballs?

Good sir, This must be the Belt of Munchkin-kind