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

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

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

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.

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

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

'Build a road, wide and surrounded by beautiful architecture, to lead from Guilders' Court to the new palace,' the Regent commanded Master Thraso.

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 hatreds of men have made this island paradise into a quagmire of poverty and corruption.

The Wizards of the Guild have found the remains of the legendary dragon Alturgerax, but they're not sharing!

The final triumph of a twisted astrologer, this splendid sphere hides a terrible secret.

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

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

Before the honored dead are placed in their sarcophagi of alabaster, they come to the Villa of the Embalmers.

In a land known only as legend, in a tower that could only be myth, beings of immortal evil wait for freedom. The Ones who Hunger for Pain are coming to give it to them.

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

The customers who find this elusive little shop may leave with more than a simple love potion in their pocket.

The ancient sages knew: To see beyond the veils of Death, you must become as one dead.

The alchemists of the Hegemon did well, developing an almost undetectable Love Potion.