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.

The Earth shifts, revealing a horror beyond time and reason...

In a shadowed alley near Bassage Market, the secretive master of the city's 'resurrection men' studies mysteries of life and death.

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

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

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.

Even the boldest quake with fear of the Kobelyn Cavalry of Terkuss Tahkhan! Especially if they're on the same side!

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

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

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

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

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

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

Legacy of the sorcerous Shetam Kham, these complex rites allow even the most evil of accursed items to be reclaimed.

Legends even to the merfolk, the reclusive Trench Dwellers are a race alien and strange beyond human reckoning.

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

'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?

Sailors long to visit the idyllic islands of the generous Zwitter folk...

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