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

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

Few are the sons of men who have come to understand the ways of the Volgotoi, the huge warrior race commonly referred to as Ogres.

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

In the depths of Destinen Wood, the grotesque pets of the Dark Lady lurk, belching forth their vile webs.

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

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

Intrigues and adventures within the glittering courts of the land's nobility: A collection of Tales of Adventure

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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.

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

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

'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?

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

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

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

This ancient text is the legacy of one of the greatest mages of all time, but using it can be quite a challenge!

"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!

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…

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.