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

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

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

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

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

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.

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.

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

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

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

Within the lost tomb of Abu Khanut, Agarn the Impulsive brought the forgotten priest's curse down upon his student, Alain Piercetongue. Now the wrath of an ancient god stalks the desert sands.

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

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.

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.

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

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

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

The evil fruit of Necromancy within the depths of the Aelfen forests may tap into a power older and more sinister than ever seen in human lands...

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