In his tower of spiraling glass and twisted stone, Chunfus paints the flesh from bone. In his sick, and malign, home, Chunfus lets his artwork roam.

Tucked back in the corner of Kiskedee square, off of Aasvogel, is the Hornless Goat. The tavern is as non-descript and plain as any business can be and still maintain itself in passable fashion. No one notices the patrons of that small overlooked place.

This is a wretched tome of oceanic blasphemy; a foul water-stained, bone-white binder of bitter dead-men's secrets and a guide to Nautical Necromancy useful in the hands of the young sea-faring necromancer or the Great Lich Umeen herself.

'Hell hath no fury like MY RIGHT FOOT!' Shardath yelled as he stomped upon the holy ground.

The Obtort Ward is all that remains of what was once an ancient battlefield that was afterwards converted into a mass grave.

Can you think while scared out of your wits? Lets hope your adventurers can…

The Necronautilus is a huge undead whale used to transport undead and their masters secretly.

The Repository of the victorious dead...