The beautiful Fairy Castle of Princess Callia, favored daughter of deranged Emperor Sentatian.

When you face a foe in desperate life-or-death combat, there's nothing like getting good and liquored up first...

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

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

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

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.

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

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

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.

Within the Ruddye Draggon, the landlord has more than fresh ale brewing. Can this landmark tavern be saved?

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

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

"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.

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

The city of the Bright People fell, but the spirit of its people remains. A legend of the Ouzquin Dremorix.

The smoky haze that shrouds this volcanic island hides a deadly legend...

'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?

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.