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

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

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

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 customers who find this elusive little shop may leave with more than a simple love potion in their pocket.

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!

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

Wise travelers know to pass wide around Destinen Wood, for few have emerged unscathed from that accursed forest.

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

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 Gohhi tribesmen of the Sallvian desert preserve the worship of an ancient goddess...

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.

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.

Come! Hear Uncle Jehan's band, by the river's side...

Blessed Yandrick, spare my herd from the Hoof Rot, and let the thieves and bandits seek elsewhere! Let my swine grow fat and strong, that they might be sold at market, so my children will have enough food this winter!

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.

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

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 final triumph of a twisted astrologer, this splendid sphere hides a terrible secret.