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

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

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

Seldom will you see such a distinguished veteran: A man of action, who always seems to have what a soldier needs!

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.

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

The searchers found only a silken veil, so they despaired; telling their frightened families only that the Dark Lady of Destinen had taken another lover.

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.

Travel broadens the mind... If you survive the journey. A collection of Tales of Adventure

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.

A half-breed son of the Volgotoi, Vorodon seeks to find his place in a world that rejects his kind.

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.

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

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

'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?

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

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

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

None could deny that the Torner the Fearless' heartbroken widow did mourning well.