Deep in the center of the Tazshan desert, far from the cities of mortals, stands a gleaming ziggurat of ivory and obsidian that exists perpetually shrouded by a storm of dust and sand. Marked on no map, yet older than the ages, it’s remembered only by a handful of scholars and madmen. Those who do speak of the nameless temple tell of the pair who called it home, wise and powerful... [click here for more]
“The Shardtooth Corsairs, led by their fearsome captain Niles Lazarus, are known far and wide for their greed and cruelty.
They’ve ransacked merchant ships sailing the Joyless Sea for decades, but nobody has ever been able to locate either their home port or their vast stores of plundered wealth. But a few loose words in a tavern, poorly chosen and silenced quickly by steel, have lead... [click here for more]
All those with the spark of magic within them fear the Kin of the Burning Night, an order of divine fanatics sworn to the eradication of arcane spellcasters, deeming them ‘tainted’ by prolonged contact with the Weave.
For the last three decades, the Kin have dedicated themselves to the culling of mages — executing those they can, and shipping those that they cannot to Fornan’s... [click here for more]
The picturesque Wind’s Hearth, nestled in a tranquil valley in the Torl mountains, seems an unremarkable hamlet to those passing through it. The people are pleasant and hardworking, and outsiders are welcomed with only a hint of rural skepticism.But a shadow hangs over this peaceful village, a dark presence so subtle that even those who call it home are unaware of its creeping... [click here for more]
Centuries ago, the sorcerer Qu’adim fell in love with Chaos, the force of nature that he drew his power from. In a desperate attempt to win Chaos’ favour, Qu’adim resolved to create a powerful artifact as proof of his fanatical devotion. Using a rare colour-changing stone known as scintillium, Qu’adim worked for years to craft a relic suitable to the nature of Chaos itself:... [click here for more]
Generations passed under the rule of the red dragon Carralax, strongest and cruelest of her kin. All things fade, however, and eventually the dragon felt her end was near. But Carralax was a proud and greedy creature, unwilling to relinquish her reign. So, summoning her deepest magics, Carralax bound both her soul and the souls of the kobolds who served her to a phylactery, becoming... [click here for more]