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.

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

The smoky haze that shrouds this volcanic island hides a deadly legend...

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

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

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

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

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

Within the lost tomb of Abu Khanut, Agarn the Impulsive brought the forgotten priest's curse down upon his student, Alain Piercetongue. Now the wrath of an ancient god stalks the desert sands.

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

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

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

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

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

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.

Transformed by the Ghulscorch Ague, the Lords of the Ghouls walk among us...

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!

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.

"How far? Ye'll know ye've found Malver's Way when ye sees the Arch."

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