This ancient text is the legacy of one of the greatest mages of all time, but using it can be quite a challenge!

These beautiful women first steal your heart, then your mind, then your soul...

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

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.

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

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...

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

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

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

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!

The searchers found only a silken veil, so they despaired; telling their frightened families only that the Dark Lady of Destinen had taken another lover.

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

The Castellan of the Court of Dark Memory loyally serves the Twystened Sidhe, wielding unholy power in his ruthless determination to end an evil curse.

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.

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

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

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.

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

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