Legends say that the first of these bows of gleaming steel were crafted by the smiths of the dwarves, who gave them to the first of the land's great kings.

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

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.

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

Crawling among the garbage and offal, the detritus of what men call civilization, the myrie bugs claim their own small domains. They eat, and breed, and wait…

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

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

The beautiful Fairy Castle of Princess Callia, favored daughter of deranged Emperor Sentatian.

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

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

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

This ancient text is the legacy of one of the greatest mages of all time, but using it can be quite a challenge!

These beautiful women first steal your heart, then your mind, then your soul...

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

Intrigues and adventures within the glittering courts of the land's nobility: A collection of Tales of Adventure

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You never know when you'll need an IRON SPIKE!

The searchers found only a silken veil, so they despaired; telling their frightened families only that the Dark Lady of Destinen had taken another lover.

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?

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!