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

As the drums echo through the badlands, the warriors of the Orcish tribes feel the power of the tribal spirits call to them…

"Summon the Legions! We shall offer battle within Bleak Vale! This time, OUR cause shall triumph!"

The villagers paid dearly after they slew the stuttering old crone!

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

Murderous prophet of a depraved cult, Corvius the Death-Haunted cursed the Empire with an ancient evil that has plagued its lands ever since.

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

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

In the heart of the storm dwell the aerial creatures known as tempest blades.

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.

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.

Come! Hear Uncle Jehan's band, by the river's side...

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.

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

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

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!

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

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

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.

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.