The figures looked more or less human. And they were engaged in religion. You could tell by the knives (it's not murder if you do it for a god).
—(Terry Pratchett, Small Gods)

The hiss of a drakulia fills the night air, and your blood runs cold. You know that you are about to die, and there is probably nothing you can do about it.

This mighty polearm contains the bound and unwilling spirit of a daemon, who's dearest desire is eternal vengance on the one who bound him.

Sacred tools of protection granted to those who must travel in the name of the One God, these lightly made, weighted gloves are easily overlooked.

Seen by some as warriors for the gods, and by others as mere mercenaries drapped in a priests robes.

You have been born into a rebellious world. The whole of history is treason; your blood was spilt before you were even born; the various creeds are but an infidelity to the Truth; and Man's laws are but treason to his Maker. -Passage from the Samahhi

Have a family that is ever at odds with each other? Beware lest the Slurran comes for you..

It was one of the most hated rulers, King Coloman the Horrible,who had this beautiful Quartz orb made. He thought he would be able to see into the future, and he did, but due to his greed, he did not know the horrible fate that awaited him.

You follow the map your purchased. It is to lead to the lair of Tergars the Dark. You follow through the woods, and find the rocks that lead into the hillside. The troupe creeps inside. Inside you find burned out candles, recent trash, and a few broken kegs. It is not Orc remains... there are funny and obscene things written on the walls with charcoal written in the local tongue. It is strange... unless....

'In the Black, dead souls creep
Seeking vengence without sleep.
Sacrificed for precious stones,
Rend they now flesh and bones.
Bloody staind and drenched in tears,
Stones cry out to one who hears,
‘Treachery has sown the seeds!
Now you'll be the one who bleeds!
Wear us well, you who brave,
Next you'll be in the grave!''
- Tas-Vessina's curse

A long forgotten city, with surprising inhabitants.

Not a bad weapon, but don't miss. It takes about six minutes to reload...

Deep below the small, peacful country of Vorbild is a dark, impossible maze filled with the countries bad-eggs.

The manor on the hill? No one wants to live there...

The Repository of the victorious dead...

If I only had a third hand...or a forth and a fifth...

A land of witches and evil magic, a pox on it!

Darak One-Eye, from the Book of the Black Rose

If you think the ones with the axes and beards are bad, wait until you stumble across a nest of feral dwarves...

Jahar's Anecdotes

Go forth to war my son, and be absolved of your transgressions.

St. Acre the Just, Confessor General

Sometimes a painting is just a painting.

This is not one of those times.