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

The Gohhi tribesmen of the Sallvian desert preserve the worship of an ancient goddess...

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

Few things are more important to a warrior than to ensure that his… coddes… are well protected, and Red Hatchet was no exception…

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

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.

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

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

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.

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.

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

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

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

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.

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

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

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

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

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