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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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.

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

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

'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?

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!

Local mariners know to avoid this island and the spider demons that infest it. Don't say that you weren't warned!

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

Senach, the mighty leader who forged a kingdom from a land of quarrelling clans: The inarguable truth, as told by the druid who crowned him.

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

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

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

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

Once a place where the great merchants of the city met, this decrepit square has become a thriving marketplace for the poor and the unwanted. Many a shady deal has been made among its stalls and hidden recesses.