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

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

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

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

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

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

'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?

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

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

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

Few men truly know the Earth Children and their enigmatic rulers, the Loresingers. These keepers of ancient secrets are among the greatest allies, and the most subtle enemies, that humanity could ever know.

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

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

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.

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

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

Stalwart men and true, they can be found wherever true heroes gather. What they're doing there is a mystery to all...

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!

In every great film, the seed of a corny adventure can be found...