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.

The drink was a rare vintage with a light, fruity aroma, but one glass was not enough. It left the drinker craving something more...

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

The magical glow of the rare Allifendae Tree enthralls some and terrifies others...

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!

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

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

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.

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.

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.

The searchers found only a silken veil, so they despaired; telling their frightened families only that the Dark Lady of Destinen had taken another lover.

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

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

An ancient yew tree, touched by Death himself and chosen to be his witness throughout time.

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

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

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...

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.

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