There is a new threat to mankind coming and it's all due to poor craftsmanship...

In the depths of Destinen Wood, the grotesque pets of the Dark Lady lurk, belching forth their vile webs.

This scroll is for all those hardworking people that keep our adventurer's Inns and Taverns working.

An exquisite steed, midnight black, treading like a dancer, its step so light that it does not scar the ground, its stride so fluent that you could sit in the saddle all day... if you needed one. Its golden eyes shine with intelligence and spirit, and it seems to know your every wish. Ah, who would not want such a fine beast to carry him?

Negev demons can take the shape of humans or elves and feed on emotions rather then on meat or vegtables.

Gahrafahas is Bastard Demonspeak and is derived from ghrazh'fualzh's, true DemonSpeak for ''those who come from the Skies'' or ''the Sky Ones.''

Hideous creatures, they stand motionless and filled with intense sorrow at their existence.

Buzurivambavas is Bastard Demonspeak, and comes from the true Demonspeak bzhuu'vhambv's, which means 'carrying and crawling one', or 'one that carries and crawls'. They are a subtle kind of demon, and do not exhibit the terrible rage and bloodthirst of some other demons.

Named for a type of tick found in the wastelands of Acheron, it is extremely tiny, barely the size of an ant or ladybug and, due to its bright blue coloring and segmented, mite-like body, it is often taken to be a strange insect. It is not, however, a harmless bug.

Splendid Reverse Worker seems to be manifested ill luck. In its presence everything seems to go wrong- mirrors and glasses shatter, animals fall ill and are injured, tempers flare and depression looms, metal rusts, and a general environment of pure Murphy's Law occurs.

New and different types of infernal fiends. Give all the demons, devils and other evil creatures you can imagine.

Once a god, now something less...

The Snarf is one of the funnier and seemingly harmless and defenseless beasts, but underestimate it at your peril.

The life and time of lady Shayla was not all to long. She was the second founder of the Holy ground, after a thousand years, when the disserperance of the lengendry Moon rider tribe. She was also the founder of the great and powerful staff of destiny. Lady shayla preformed a dance of passing in the Holy Ground, that sent on the spirits and dead creatures of the many years that had pasted. But to the time of today Utopia lies in ruins of darkness as it transformes into the abyss....

Charity out of spite, resistance in submission. Loosing everything can produce strange associations indeed.

A time of flags and feasts...

Ruan was the first of Tarak’s troops to disappear. When it was time for him to take a turn at watch, his bedroll was empty, and tracks led away from the campsite.

Lion Man in The Carnival of Forgotten Souls

Feral boy in The Carnival of Forgotten Souls

With silent wings may your soul fly to the Spirit Home