The Orb of Corvin is a powerful, though unwieldy, magik item in the hands of a magik user. It allows one to view the world, see where trouble is brewing, and cast spells on the area being viewed as if you were there. Unknown to most, this legacy of Corvus, has its own agenda.

The Dark Eye is an immortal intelligence bound in a mystic staff, a legacy of Corvus. From its hidden place, it influence the world for its own purposes and the purposes of its Dark God.

The Balgrians, a persecuted people, are fed up. They're rising up and fighting and Midwessel will see bloodshed before it's over.

A war story about an old vetrans past, could lead to a mystery type adventure.

bra, holding, concealment, sexy

Bed, health, live, get well.

A tiny leaf, that can make the smallest animal truly dangerous.

Before the county of Corvis, there was the Wizard Corvus. Thirteen hundred years ago, a mad powerful wizard had an estate in the area that became the county of Corvis. Over his 800 year span, he created thousands of magikal items of various types and power level, some of which survive to this day.

A shrewd sorceress that speaks many tongues. Talented in her art of magic and having a true aim with the dagger. An independent witch with ties to the wilderness. A power not to contend with.

Competent horsewoman, fauna instructor, and dagger wielder. This youthful maiden is also xeric: adapted to desert survival. Alia also has minor fire control, ranging from smoke to sparks to burning to warmth.

An expertly crafted quill pen which enhances the efficacy of spells on the scrolls it is used to write.

Locked away for his crimes by the gods themselves, he is the greatest spellcaster of all time.

The greatest earth trembler in all of the history of the land of Lishar has revealed the long-lost gates to the Nine Abyssal Vales of Kthor. Are you brave enough try your hand?

Then suddenly all your body paralizes and you hear a voice echoing in the distance "seems like another rat has been lured to my maze," this voice was terribly cold but playfull, "come on you are not already planning on leaving, the fun has only begun."

A melancholy bard, with good reason.

Silent voices in the catacombs of hush demand call out to the King in his sleep. He awakes, pale as bone, raving and delusional, whispering of the Retribution of the Charred Skulls. The servants look on horrified at their foaming lord...

Your brother has betrayed you in the worst way possible?
-Should you get revenge from your brother and betray all you once believed in
-or should you die and elt your brother keep your possetions, your throne, your glory?

A mad necromancer is bent on enslaving the world.

Deep within a strange labyrinth, a book wields the magic of its former master. Illusion becomes reality.

A pilgrim's protection, an assassin's friend, a weapon of no great power.

A weapon of surprise.