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.

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

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

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

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 Castellan of the Court of Dark Memory loyally serves the Twystened Sidhe, wielding unholy power in his ruthless determination to end an evil curse.

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

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

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

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

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.

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

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

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

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

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

Nowhere else in the city would you find a place more tragically downtrodden.

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 alchemists of the Hegemon did well, developing an almost undetectable Love Potion.

Last of the Lineage of Senach, young King Nemeroud gave his heart to an Aelfen enchantress and vanished from the lands of men, plunging the land into chaos. If only the tale had ended there