'To the victor goes the spoils' it is said but what if those spoils are not what they seem. What if those items of victory, are deadly.

Many cemetaries have a church sitting just outside their walls. One cemetary has a bar.

"He's dead, Sir Paladin." "... What?" "Hens-bane, my Lord, a false tooth. Not even our best interrogators could get an answer from him now." "Bring the corpse to me. The veil of death will be pierced."

Why did you buy all those Iron Spikes?

The alchemists of the Hegemon did well, developing an almost undetectable Love Potion.

"You may have wondered what lead me down this path? It was the simple observation I made while escavating the tomb of an ancient chieftan If only these bones could talk..."

From the personal account of Meridah Onware, in discussion with Professor Siana Tamar.

What's this round thing on the wall...

A floating sphere of rusted iron spikes, no good can come of this.

Yet another use for the ubiquitous Iron Spike.

Dire Ape, I choose you!!!

Swords are deliverers of death to the living. This one offers something more to those already dead...

The rebuilt cradle of humanity, Neo-Terra is the world created from the ashes of Old Earth.

Desperado, oh, you ain't gettin' no younger:
Your pain and your hunger, they're drivin' you home.
And freedom, oh freedom,
Well, that's just some people talkin'
Your prison is walking,
Through this world all alone.

Tired of losing those daily fights in the bathroom? Try this towel on for size.

A simple mission for a Dragon, but of course, nothing is ever simple with Dragons.

The individual beings of the race that came between the creation of the world, and the creation of the mortal races.

The rules against nighttime travel in the Sorcery Springs Geyser Basin are there for some very good reasons, not least the highly dangerous Geyser Ghosts.

The heart of Humanity, the Starkin Federation is the largest faction of Man amongst the stars, the mightiest vehicle of his ambition.

'Come in my friend, be seated with your fellows. I am Ruufon and I hope your sleeptravel has refreshed you and washed away the weariness of your wanderings...'

'You shall never catch anything but a whiff of me!' Vaivin yelled, as he ran down the dark tunnel being chased by giant rats. All of a sudden he was gone and all that remained was a cloud of gas.