Isolated from the known world by the seemingly endless watery wastes of the fabled Vaet Ocean, the Eshal rule the watery continent of Tarrod with an iron fist, ever ready to carry out plundering raids on the subject races at the slightest excuse. Proudly calling themselves the Brave People,the Eshal are a race of savage warriors and fanatics that are driven by the consuming need to find an ever larger number of victims to feed the monstrous thing known simply as the Matriarch .

Pronounced (Kelek-gun-dall)

Story & details of a demon lord trapped in a mortal shell

Like the Tiny Hut only better.

30 Royal and Regal Queens to rule them all.

'We found 'im alright' mumbled Rizz the bandit, nursing a wound below his right eye. ''e was soaked in blood, 'ead to foot. But no matter 'ow much we tried to 'urt 'im, 'e just laugh'd and kept gett'n up. I don' think 'e'll be leav'n town like ya want'd'

The men cheered as their X1-gunner scored a direct hit on the mainsail of the ship that they were chasing. They drew their cutlasses and readied their C-47 Thaumatech rifles, for with a huge hole in the sail, the ship was forced to slow down and could not stay ahead of them for much longer.

A hilt built like a ceremonial goblet, and not the nice kind, a hideous blade of ash and flame erupt from the lip. To wield this blade is to forsake the Heavens and thrust the power of Hell into your foes.

In the dark one morning, the Bloated Black Beast slowly rose to the water's surface. Whence it crested, great gouts of flame erupted from its Misshapen Form and were hurled hundreds of feet in all directions. It dove again, and appeared as nothing more than an Inky Shadow of Malice. With no purpose, It swam on; occasionally cresting and flaming, but still without purpose.

For a long time the Goblin criminals did not have their own organisation to protect them...until now.

How hard is it to despatch a troublesome swan? A lot harder then you might think.

Tales grow in the telling and heroes grow in stature, even the tiniest can stand tall among their own.

Descended from humanity, the orcs of Kuramen are a far cry from the bloodthirsty savages of many other worlds.

The players; survivors of an elite squad of mercenaries, are assigned to an assassination mission. Their task; to penetrate enemy lines during night, enter the fortified Holzberg Monastery where Sagranz has his command, and kill the elderly Hexenjaeger in his sleep.

If only it was so easy...

Displaced natives, the alien Kebah-Di'i have taken to the new ways of their adoptive society with surprising gusto.

Fiery doom in two handy barrels. Unsurpassed destructive power. Comes with a five shot warranty.

'Neither steel nor stone could cause any damage, my Lord... It was simply too big, unlike any enemy we have ever seen.'

Legion Captain Meron's last report to General Lorgar

'When the trees shuddered and the earth shook, we knew it was far too late to retreat.'

Excerpt of General Lorgar's last report to Emperor Paulus, following the loss of his entire army of 10,000 men

More annoying than fairy fire ever was. And much more deadly.

The Nomads of Parna; the smallest group but a strong influence on both the economy and cultural nature of the human nation.

In the dank,dense areas of the world where the vigorous and the decaying are intertwined and indivisable, lives the wise bagabond. But getting him to impart his knowledge is quite a chore.