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

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...

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

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

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.

A half-breed son of the Volgotoi, Vorodon seeks to find his place in a world that rejects his kind.

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

Within the Lands of the Free Cities, the Courts of Justice are a varied lot: Truth and Tragedy mix wildly within their halls.

Sailors long to visit the idyllic islands of the generous Zwitter folk...

In every great film, the seed of a corny adventure can be found...

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.

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

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

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

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

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.

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

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.

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