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!

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

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.

You never know when you'll need an IRON SPIKE!

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

The beautiful Fairy Castle of Princess Callia, favored daughter of deranged Emperor Sentatian.

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

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

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

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

'Build a road, wide and surrounded by beautiful architecture, to lead from Guilders' Court to the new palace,' the Regent commanded Master Thraso.

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

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.

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

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

Travel broadens the mind... If you survive the journey. A collection of Tales of Adventure

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

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

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