The villagers paid dearly after they slew the stuttering old crone!

This ancient text is the legacy of one of the greatest mages of all time, but using it can be quite a challenge!

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...

Last of the Lineage of Senach, young King Nemeroud gave his heart to an Aelfen enchantress and vanished from the lands of men, plunging the land into chaos. If only the tale had ended there

The Wizards of the Guild have found the remains of the legendary dragon Alturgerax, but they're not sharing!

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

One of the more unnerving of fungi, 'Liche Fungus' has its uses...

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

The magical glow of the rare Allifendae Tree enthralls some and terrifies others...

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

Considered to be misshapen freaks or demonic menaces by the superstitious, these many-armed people dwell as outcasts on the fringes of human society, abused and reviled.

Even the sinister Aelfen lords of the Unseleigh Court knew to fear the eldritch vengeance of the Horned Lord.

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

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

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.

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

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

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

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.