The beautiful Fairy Castle of Princess Callia, favored daughter of deranged Emperor Sentatian.

The smoky haze that shrouds this volcanic island hides a deadly legend...

The customers who find this elusive little shop may leave with more than a simple love potion in their pocket.

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…

The ancient sages knew: To see beyond the veils of Death, you must become as one dead.

Nowhere else in the city would you find a place more tragically downtrodden.

The peerless heroes of the Eagle Legion died with their sandals on...

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.

Within the Lands of the Free Cities, the Courts of Justice are a varied lot: Truth and Tragedy mix wildly within their halls.

Near the center of the forest are the hidden halls that house the Court of Dark Memory, one of the last bastions of the Unseleigh Courts.

In a shadowed alley near Bassage Market, the secretive master of the city's 'resurrection men' studies mysteries of life and death.

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

The spectacular enchantments of Agarn the Impulsive could have been even greater if he had been able to keep any of his apprentices...

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

When you face a foe in desperate life-or-death combat, there's nothing like getting good and liquored up first...

Murderous prophet of a depraved cult, Corvius the Death-Haunted cursed the Empire with an ancient evil that has plagued its lands ever since.

'Ye've 'eerd th' one 'bout th' king who'll send 3000 gold royals te th' lucky man thet sends 'im a letter back t' test th' Royal Mail, an' ye heerd aboot th' succubus that makes off wi' mens' kitlins after she 'as 'er way wi' em, but ha' ye heerd aboot th' beggar lad that wants a stone from ever' village in th' kingdom?

A weapon from before the time of men, enchanted in times of legend by the greatest of the land's druids.

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.

Sailors long to visit the idyllic islands of the generous Zwitter folk...