The ancient looked out over the broken battlefield. The metal beasts of man lay strewn about in heaps, piles of beastmen surrounding them like barricades of tainted flesh. Scorch marks that stank of fulminated earth, and myriad beasts of the distant stars rot in...

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 edges of the area.  “Hrmph, scared tales for children,” one of his...

     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. Taro spit at the dirt between the ghurain rows. A bunch of looncap...

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 far side of the settlement and the reavers south.  We will encircle them...

Lyndis thought she knew where clues to the weapon might be hidden, out where the Sylvaneth had begun to grow a glade, summoning an Incarnate of Ghur. It was the curse of Pride that did Nachta in, believing with all her vampiric arrogance that she could fight and win...

Sevnachta, so called Empress of the Ressurected of the city of Drakheim watched from the city's spires as a band of flying dwarves and floating aelves duelled each other on the plains near the city, her head tilting to the side as she contemplated the events of the...

     "Move!" A burly hand shoved Uta by her shoulder.      She stumbled slightly, her weaveleaf shoes ripping free of the highgrass. It had been hours since the cultists snatched her from her gathering party. They killed Ina and Hota without mercy, leaving their...