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.

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 weapon from before the time of men, enchanted in times of legend by the greatest of the land's druids.

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

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.

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

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.

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

Many hearts have been lost to the hypnotic beauty of the Elves' immortal Queen; others have bowed to the grandeur of the Lord of the Forest. You don't think that happens by itself, do you? They send for Boldrei!

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

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

Sailors long to visit the idyllic islands of the generous Zwitter folk...

Shrouded in rags, this fallen foreign nobleman serves as the lethal right hand of the queen of the beggars.

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.

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

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.

"How far? Ye'll know ye've found Malver's Way when ye sees the Arch."