'Yarun slipped into the pit - his curses suddenly converted into screams of mortal agony. Looking down into the pit, all we saw was a mass of writhing serpents and frothing blood....'

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

War has begun, and the troops have begun to move. Lying on the border between Esteov and the God's Spine Mountains, Kerrengen Keep secures the main source of fresh water for the capital of Esteov, Lake Kerrengen.

Once wielded by the priests of the Jackal God Uep-Hawet, their heirs will suffer no others to possess it...

'Their trumpets are also of a peculiar and barbaric kind which produce a harsh, reverberating sound suitable to the confusion of battle.'
from the memoirs of Diodorus Siculus,
Commander of the Legion XIX (retired)

I would be willing, yes glad, to see a battle every day during my life.
George Armstrong Custer

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

The Pocket Ironbones, whilst not quite the war machines that they were intended to be, have been useful in the service of Banhosea all the same.

The mountains are often a desolate place, but not without dangers, or opportunities.

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

'Let their bodies be consumed, so that their souls may be healed' (Consumption 1-1)

Sometimes an item can be a little too effective...

Taronia - Land of mystics and sages. Taronia - Land of the Gods. Taronia - Land of Conquerers.

Capable of delivering up to 20 iron spikes per minute at nearly the velocity of an arrow, the Iron Spike Launcher-9000 is the front line weapon of his most elite clock-work soldiers.

When want and famine stalk the land, a strange tower of ashes appears in the village common, a tower holding the sacrifices of the unworthy. Those who have the courage may reclaim these treasures...

Known as the Witch-Queen of Togaille, the White Lady, and the Liche Elfbane.

Rustcaller Toxin is not a tool of assassination, but instead a weapon of random terror.

Alowin Brackwater is a beautiful young man, with mesmerizing eyes and a sly, mischievious expression. He just happens to be painted on a large canvas, rather than being alive. Surely, this cannot be held against him.

The soldiers charged screaming into battle, their faces twisted into masks of hatred as they struck out with blows stronger then humans would normally be capable of. Each wore on his shield arm a Star of Rage, a starfish-like creature, ruddy red with the blood that it was draining from his body.

Revenge, but at what cost?