Lycanthropes, or werewolves as they are often referred to, are horrendous creatures with the power to fool you! They could be your friend, your neighbor, or even little Timmy down the road!

These unholy beings showcase a variety of traits that highlight the immortal scourge! Some believe that there is no protection from these beings of the night. Nexicorp will further discredit these foolish thinkers, and bring the truth straight to you, the consumer!

A small passage of parchment was found on the streets of New Ashen attached to the leg of a wood phoenix, a bird typically found in the...

The page was filed in haste, with the ink of the penmanship uneven. “Three days past, I led the caravan along the southern bend toward...

Word drifts across the planks like smoke, heavy enough to choke. A mercenary fleet from New Ashen, some say, tired of Delair’s plundering reach. Others swear it is no kingdom’s banner, but something darker, older, a foe that no man nor ship can truly stand against. In truth, I cannot yet discern which tale is the better lie.

Day 1 The following accounts are the writings of a madman. Well… I don’t know if I’m mad, but I am a hunter, and I swear I saw the most...

"It all started when I was born...- No wait, maybe it was when I was five. It was just me and me sweet Ma y’see. She worked really hard...

There is a rule in Driftwood Inn, spoken quietly and never questioned. "Do not remove the mask." Once a year, on the cusp of autumn and on the eve of the first frost, an unusual patron arrives before the tavern doors have even been creaked open. No one sees them enter when they come. No one ever quite remembers the spot in which they sat the year before.

The Weeping Hollow has long been empty- just fog, half buried stones, and the lingering echo of dreams never come to fruition. It lays on a winding path heading northwest from the Outlook just before the Sirencester Sea air salts the senses. No one went there unless they were trying to forget something- or rid their thoughts of someone.

The orchard wasn't found on any map. It never had been. It appeared once a month, on the final night of the waning moon before giving into blackness, when the air grew thick and the stars seemed crammed against one another in the vast sky.

Marie the innkeeper found it tucked between the hot coals just after morning's first light, nestled within the embers like it had always been there. She furrowed brow as little Amelie clutched curiously to her cotton gown.

The Kilmei is a simple and overall harmless equine animal. These hooved four-legged creatures move at incredible speeds, moving in small herds.

These beautiful creatures display an overwhelming prowess at circumnavigating unforgiving mountain ranges and the densest portions of the forests.

For this chapter, we shall be observing the Bosthog, one of the world’s most naturally gifted creatures, and most cherished live-stock by many.

The people of Little Ivywood claim to still hear whistling from the trees, and firmly ensure they’re children do not go out at night ...

In this collection of short excerpts, I, Roberte Lacroix, will share my study of the people’s (silly) creations of grandeur.

The story of “The most powerful Eolo, Kak’Vasha,” and his knowledge defying feats shape the very basis of their beliefs.

Lithoterria is fractured, marred, and most of it is covered in a shroud of Mists that hide terrifying mutative monsters born of...

From a silver needle and colorful thread, so many little wonders are born.

"Papavera is a name synonymous with many things. The drugs that your healers provide you? Herbs in your alchemist’s lab?"