The greatest of chieftains, uniter of the hordes, harbringer of chaos, many names he held, yet what is the truth behind one of the greatet Orc leaders of all time?

'What, never heard of it? I thought a young hacker like you would already know. Well let me tell you…'

...and why they should be avoided like the plague.

Every soldier knows he may be called upon to make the ultimate sacrifice. What he doesn't always know is the depth of the other sacrifices he may be called upon to make.

The nurse put a hand on his shoulder, speaking softly, 'Calm down, sir, you're inside a hospital. You're safe.'
The man's eyes darted back and forth, his whole body shaking in terror, 'Nooo,' He whispered, 'I'll never be safe, I saw him, I saw him jerking and writhing around, then he looked straight at me and fell over.'

One of Corleone’s commander has come up with an exquisite trap for the newly forming armies of Ignus. The only problem? He needs bait for the trap, and he’s just hit upon the perfect idea…

Long has the question of truth been pondered. Long has this been a folly few recognise in time. A killer, a soldier even with a sword is one thing. But a killer who thinks he has found a definite truth, which he decides to fight for, is the most dangerous man in the world.

30 mystical imps to perch upon your wizard's shoulder and whisper the secrets of magic and the universe.

'She's dead, Jim.' 'We have the technology, we can rebuild her.' '... Yes. But should we?' 'We must, in order to counter his scheming.' 'Then we'll do it.'

An assortment of magical, dangerous plants, derived from natural plants and steeped in odd magics.

Nothing like a slug to clean up a mess...

In the forests around the Unseen Fortress, there are numerous dangerous trees. Here are a few of them...

'Wait, is that the same Damn tree we've been seeing all day?', Ured the strong demanded. 'No... Yes, yes it is.' stammered Fenstill the mage.
'Well, I'm sorry, but I'll have to kill you now...' said Ured, drawing his sword. 'I understand,' said the mage, wondering why he got into the magic business anyway...

With apologies to Monty Python...

From their home, the winds high above the desolate lands below, these giant winged creatures strike silently and sure.

In the realms, not all fortifications are walls of wood, stone and iron.

Sometimes, gentlemen, you must find yourself a location beyond the reach of the law. I'm sure you understand. Those dreadful precautions, the endless nagging, sometimes it's simpler to just do what you need to do.

You find yourself captured by Goblins. (We won't ask, we know it is embarassing.) Looking for your escape, you begin to watch the Goblins. Suprisingly, they are a fairly complex bunch.

Gauranteed to protect you from nightmares, hexes, and the diseases of the loins

Behold, for I am the form of Destruction

Inscription on the Virednith

The Ocadian Desert is a desolate place. The spirit of the land has been crushed, changing the region from a series of islands with evergreen forests and animals in a shallow sea, to one of the most inhospitable places on the Sphere.