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

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…

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

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

Few men truly know the Earth Children and their enigmatic rulers, the Loresingers. These keepers of ancient secrets are among the greatest allies, and the most subtle enemies, that humanity could ever know.

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

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

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.

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

The Earth shifts, revealing a horror beyond time and reason...

Before the honored dead are placed in their sarcophagi of alabaster, they come to the Villa of the Embalmers.

Within the Ruddye Draggon, the landlord has more than fresh ale brewing. Can this landmark tavern be saved?

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

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

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

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.

'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?

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

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!