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

Stalwart men and true, they can be found wherever true heroes gather. What they're doing there is a mystery to all...

You never know when you'll need an IRON SPIKE!

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.

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.

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

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

Legacy of the sorcerous Shetam Kham, these complex rites allow even the most evil of accursed items to be reclaimed.

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.

"The Tower of Ill Omen!" the old gypsy gasped as she glimpsed the shattered structure at the mountain's peak.

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.

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

'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?

Transformed by the Ghulscorch Ague, the Lords of the Ghouls walk among us...

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 Earth shifts, revealing a horror beyond time and reason...

The Gohhi tribesmen of the Sallvian desert preserve the worship of an ancient goddess...

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

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.

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