"The Tower of Ill Omen!" the old gypsy gasped as she glimpsed the shattered structure at the mountain's peak.

The Castellan of the Court of Dark Memory loyally serves the Twystened Sidhe, wielding unholy power in his ruthless determination to end an evil curse.

Many hearts have been lost to the hypnotic beauty of the Elves' immortal Queen; others have bowed to the grandeur of the Lord of the Forest. You don't think that happens by itself, do you? They send for Boldrei!

Come! Hear Uncle Jehan's band, by the river's side...

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.

Within the lost tomb of Abu Khanut, Agarn the Impulsive brought the forgotten priest's curse down upon his student, Alain Piercetongue. Now the wrath of an ancient god stalks the desert sands.

The Heretic Corvius bore a silken banner into battle, a blood-red standard embroidered with the ominous figure of a serpent.

'Build a road, wide and surrounded by beautiful architecture, to lead from Guilders' Court to the new palace,' the Regent commanded Master Thraso.

An Empire was brought low by the vile astrologer Magnus Magisterius, but that was only the beginning of his evil.

The Gohhi tribesmen of the Sallvian desert preserve the worship of an ancient goddess...

Local mariners know to avoid this island and the spider demons that infest it. Don't say that you weren't warned!

Legends even to the merfolk, the reclusive Trench Dwellers are a race alien and strange beyond human reckoning.

Stalwart men and true, they can be found wherever true heroes gather. What they're doing there is a mystery to all...

Kranno the Goblin didn't know what to do with his mastery of the art of skulking until he met the frustrated poet Vonyich Festelgabber.

The hatreds of men have made this island paradise into a quagmire of poverty and corruption.

An ancient yew tree, touched by Death himself and chosen to be his witness throughout time.

The final triumph of a twisted astrologer, this splendid sphere hides a terrible secret.

Blessed Yandrick, spare my herd from the Hoof Rot, and let the thieves and bandits seek elsewhere! Let my swine grow fat and strong, that they might be sold at market, so my children will have enough food this winter!

Senach, the mighty leader who forged a kingdom from a land of quarrelling clans: The inarguable truth, as told by the druid who crowned him.

"Summon the Legions! We shall offer battle within Bleak Vale! This time, OUR cause shall triumph!"