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

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.

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

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

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

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

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

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

One of the more unnerving of fungi, 'Liche Fungus' has its uses...

'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?

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

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

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!

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

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

An ancient yew tree, touched by Death himself and chosen to be his witness throughout time.

Few things are more important to a warrior than to ensure that his… coddes… are well protected, and Red Hatchet was no exception…

Few are the sons of men who have come to understand the ways of the Volgotoi, the huge warrior race commonly referred to as Ogres.