The final triumph of a twisted astrologer, this splendid sphere hides a terrible secret.

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

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.

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

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!

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

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!

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

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

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

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.

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

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

Come! Hear Uncle Jehan's band, by the river's side...

Seldom will you see such a distinguished veteran: A man of action, who always seems to have what a soldier needs!

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

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

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

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

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