As the sun set on the graveyard King Mat’hain looked around.  He could barely make out the Namirti on the far side and the rough shape of the allopex they were escorting as they patrolled the far...

The thundering charge of swift-footed gryph-charges signaled the start of a number of deadly skirmishes throughout Drakengrad, as members of The Cult of The Fell Dragon hurriedly attempted to cross...

     Taro heard the gossip and tales that had been weaving themselves about the tribe. One of the priestesses apparently was grabbed during a harvesting outing by some cultists of the Fell Dragon....

Emerging from the aetherstream, King Mat’hain looked around the region as he took a deep breath.  “Ahh, the souls of the lesser races are ripe for the plucking.  Send the alloplexes around to the...