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

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.

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

One of the more unnerving of fungi, 'Liche Fungus' has its uses...

The city of the Bright People fell, but the spirit of its people remains. A legend of the Ouzquin Dremorix.

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

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

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.

Even the boldest quake with fear of the Kobelyn Cavalry of Terkuss Tahkhan! Especially if they're on the same side!

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

Legends even to the merfolk, the reclusive Trench Dwellers are a race alien and strange beyond human reckoning.

Crawling among the garbage and offal, the detritus of what men call civilization, the myrie bugs claim their own small domains. They eat, and breed, and wait…

The peerless heroes of the Eagle Legion died with their sandals on...

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

An Empire was brought low by the vile astrologer Magnus Magisterius, but that was only the beginning of his evil.

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

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!

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