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.

Kranno the Goblin didn't know what to do with his mastery of the art of skulking until he met the frustrated poet Vonyich Festelgabber.

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

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

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

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

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

The Connoisseurs of the land would remember Vigo Telaggio's masterpiece, but not in the way he'd intended...

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.

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

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

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

Murderous prophet of a depraved cult, Corvius the Death-Haunted cursed the Empire with an ancient evil that has plagued its lands ever since.

A gleaming blade of translucent flint, crafted to defend the ancient Hunting People tribe.

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.

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

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

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

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