The Heretic Corvius bore a silken banner into battle, a blood-red standard embroidered with the ominous figure of a serpent.

Sometimes, the places remember. Where Destiny's threads intertwine, echoes of the past live again.

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

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

The Connoisseurs of the land would remember Vigo Telaggio's masterpiece, but not in the way he'd intended...

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

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

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

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

Wise travelers know to pass wide around Destinen Wood, for few have emerged unscathed from that accursed forest.

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.

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

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.

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.

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.

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

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

'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?

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

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