As the drums echo through the badlands, the warriors of the Orcish tribes feel the power of the tribal spirits call to them…

Shrouded in rags, this fallen foreign nobleman serves as the lethal right hand of the queen of the beggars.

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

Ancient Egypt, Land of the Pharaohs: What will you find among the eternal sands?

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

Crawling among the garbage and offal, the detritus of what men call civilization, the myrie bugs claim their own small domains. They eat, and breed, and wait…

Intrigues and adventures within the glittering courts of the land's nobility: A collection of Tales of Adventure

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You never know when you'll need an IRON SPIKE!

The alchemists of the Hegemon did well, developing an almost undetectable Love Potion.

Wise travelers know to pass wide around Destinen Wood, for few have emerged unscathed from that accursed forest.

In a land known only as legend, in a tower that could only be myth, beings of immortal evil wait for freedom. The Ones who Hunger for Pain are coming to give it to them.

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.

Driven by a lifetime of anger, Modest Slatterbite and his “Staff of Truth” have come to condemn the “wicked”.

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.

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

The drink was a rare vintage with a light, fruity aroma, but one glass was not enough. It left the drinker craving something more...

Legends say that the first of these bows of gleaming steel were crafted by the smiths of the dwarves, who gave them to the first of the land's great kings.

"How far? Ye'll know ye've found Malver's Way when ye sees the Arch."

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

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