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.

'Build a road, wide and surrounded by beautiful architecture, to lead from Guilders' Court to the new palace,' the Regent commanded Master Thraso.

In a shadowed alley near Bassage Market, the secretive master of the city's 'resurrection men' studies mysteries of life and death.

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

When you face a foe in desperate life-or-death combat, there's nothing like getting good and liquored up first...

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.

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.

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

The Heretic Corvius bore a silken banner into battle, a blood-red standard embroidered with the ominous figure of a serpent.

The power of the runes comes with a price, one the apprentice Tamford wasn't ready to pay

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

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

Nowhere else in the city would you find a place more tragically downtrodden.

Transformed by the Ghulscorch Ague, the Lords of the Ghouls walk among us...

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

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

'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?

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

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

Stalwart men and true, they can be found wherever true heroes gather. What they're doing there is a mystery to all...