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

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

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.

The power of the runes comes with a price, one the apprentice Tamford wasn't ready to pay

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

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

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

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...

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.

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

A weapon from before the time of men, enchanted in times of legend by the greatest of the land's druids.

The villagers paid dearly after they slew the stuttering old crone!

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.

Many hearts have been lost to the hypnotic beauty of the Elves' immortal Queen; others have bowed to the grandeur of the Lord of the Forest. You don't think that happens by itself, do you? They send for Boldrei!

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

In the heart of the storm dwell the aerial creatures known as tempest blades.

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

The spectacular enchantments of Agarn the Impulsive could have been even greater if he had been able to keep any of his apprentices...

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