Ancient Egypt, Land of the Pharaohs: What will you find among the eternal sands?

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!"

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

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.

Even the sinister Aelfen lords of the Unseleigh Court knew to fear the eldritch vengeance of the Horned Lord.

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

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

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

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

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...

In every great film, the seed of a corny adventure can be found...

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.

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

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

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

Murderous prophet of a depraved cult, Corvius the Death-Haunted cursed the Empire with an ancient evil that has plagued its lands ever since.

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!

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