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!

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

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

'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?

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

Legacy of the sorcerous Shetam Kham, these complex rites allow even the most evil of accursed items to be reclaimed.

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

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

In every great film, the seed of a corny adventure can be found...

Senach, the mighty leader who forged a kingdom from a land of quarrelling clans: The inarguable truth, as told by the druid who crowned him.

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

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

"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...

Sometimes, the places remember. Where Destiny's threads intertwine, echoes of the past live again.

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

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.

Blessed Yandrick, spare my herd from the Hoof Rot, and let the thieves and bandits seek elsewhere! Let my swine grow fat and strong, that they might be sold at market, so my children will have enough food this winter!

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

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.