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

Considered to be misshapen freaks or demonic menaces by the superstitious, these many-armed people dwell as outcasts on the fringes of human society, abused and reviled.

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.

Driven by a lifetime of anger, Modest Slatterbite and his “Staff of Truth” have come to condemn the “wicked”.

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.

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

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

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

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

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...

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

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

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

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

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

Senach, the mighty leader who forged a kingdom from a land of quarrelling clans: The inarguable truth, as told by the druid who crowned him.

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.

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

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

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