Intrigues and adventures within the glittering courts of the land's nobility: A collection of Tales of Adventure

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

As the drums echo through the badlands, the warriors of the Orcish tribes feel the power of the tribal spirits call to them…

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.

In the depths of Destinen Wood, the grotesque pets of the Dark Lady lurk, belching forth their vile webs.

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

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

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.

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.

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

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.

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

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.

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 peerless heroes of the Eagle Legion died with their sandals on...

Near the center of the forest are the hidden halls that house the Court of Dark Memory, one of the last bastions of the Unseleigh Courts.

An Empire was brought low by the vile astrologer Magnus Magisterius, but that was only the beginning of his evil.

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

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.

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