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Stoke the fire and hold the line. No retreat, no surrender.We punched the Syndicate on the nose, and now they’ve come for our House.The Smiling Man has returned, and this time he’s brought a war. But in Pant-y-Giggles, we know how to fight fire with… well, largely banter and beer. But this...

I'm still JD. I'm still tired. And I'm still trying to figure out how I went from drawing comics and making sure I had enough burgers and pints to being in charge of a fortress in a magical, monster-filled world. We've turned Fort Klana into something resembling a home, but in this world, that...

Frank Midnight is on a roll. He’s been making a name for himself in Sankta Varath as a shrewd businessman, merciless killer, and welcoming club owner. He’s sporting some of the meanest weapons and toughest armor in existence, and rides a deviltail mount through the city like a boss. Frank Boss as the orcs call him. Yet, the man isn’t happy. How can he with a thousand voices screaming in his head and the Quinta Empire advancing on Steelheart. Nothing can stop them, not even the might of the Three of Steel, the brutality of Castilian, or the…mildly annoyed Frank.

Frank and his adopted family have plenty of work to do. The guests are thirsty and they want new drinks, the walls yearn for more heads...er, trophies, and his purse dreams of being just a bit fuller. Popularity is never something Frank yearned for, but the club has made him rather important to the Ashpit and its inhabitants. But not everything is roses and sunshine when Frank is invited to a meeting of notable Sankta Varathian club owners. Deals are offered, new faces promise him the world, and gold begins to flow...but as it usually goes, everything that seems to good to be true, usually is.

Frank Gerber isn't happy. At all. Being a bounty hunter sucks. Even more so when it pays very little. What sucks even more is that his client decides to skip payday. A pimp dressed in a frilly pink suit. Can his day turn even worse? It can when polite conversation turns into unabashed violence, and Frank finds himself the new owner of the most rundown joint in the Ashpit. With a mounting debt, not nearly enough booze, and a single bartender in his service, he will have to do... yeah, he doesn't know what yet, but he will eventually find out. Everything can wait.

Founder. Leader. King. In the shadow of the Ancients, those are titles Alaric Luckstar never thought he’d earn. He survived the horrors of Argonne and secured the prize he was promised. But in a world where the powerful don't like to lose their best pawns, "freedom" has turned into a target on his back. As Alnda fractures under the weight of a holy war and old debts come due, Alaric is no longer just fighting for a seat at the table—he’s building a new one. With CD’s tactical genius and his crew of brilliant, dangerous women, Alaric must lead a desperate exodus into the heart of Chic-A-Go.

With the noble clans destroyed and the city lord missing, things were finally looking up for us. Or so I thought until the emperor's hunters starting poking around to see what had happened to the city and the surrounding crystal-rich deposits. Not someone to back away from a fight, we answered in turn by...taking care of the issue.

Ein Mann und ein Mimic, gefangen in einem Kampf zwischen Göttern... Wir haben eine vereinte Streitmacht aus Monstern und Abenteurern zusammengestellt und wissen nun, wo sich das Übel dieser neuen Welt verbirgt. Während wir uns auf den Weg machen, um das drohende Unheil abzuwenden, verbreiten die System-Hirten unsere Erkenntnisse, um den abtrünnigen Kalamitäten Einhalt zu gebieten. Chester hat so viele neue Verwandlungsfähigkeiten entwickelt, dass er sich von einer Ein-Mimic-Armee zu einer Ein-Mimic-Armada gewandelt hat. Doch das reicht immer noch nicht aus.

Asher Corvin is starting to realize that being a manager for Hell is a lot more about others and much less about his own wants. To save a new ally from an impossible curse, he takes a brand to the neck that turns himself into a beacon for every Wretched in Shediff City. From the tunnels beneath to the guarded resort of the Wiccans, Asher is hunting for answers about a new faction that uses humans, hunters, and guardians alike as sacrifices.

The rift has been breached, and Dawnwatch is under siege. Steel has been overrun with variants; its gates are destroyed. Commander Edwin is down, and many of our friends have paid the ultimate price. The one good thing to come out of this whole mess is the departure of the Guild officials. They wanted us to just hold the line and defend. Now that they’re gone, we are done waiting.

Sergeant Richard Stavos ist bereits einmal auf einem weit entfernten Planeten namens Pelerin gestorben. Er hat sich seinen Platz im Rebirther-Programm verdient und wurde zurückgebracht – geklont, wieder in den Dienst gestellt und erneut dem Tod geweiht. Die Lazarus-Krankheit, die nur Rebirther befällt, frisst sich in seine Lungen und verwandelt sein Blut in Brei.

I will rebuild Zenith Academy… over my dead body? With a weakened mind stone, a crumbling fortress, and a city full of wary civilians, I have been thrust into the role of Acting Headmaster. Alongside Chloe, Mabel, and Skadi, and with the dangerously unstable support of the elemental goddess...

Not everyone gets a second chance at life. Thrust into the body of a dying man, I fought to break free, made a few friends along the way, and started down the long and treacherous path of revenge. But things aren’t what I’d expected. Not all of the bad guys I’d set my sights on were actually bad, and the good guys…well, let’s just say it is complicated. The emperor, in his tyrannical quest for immortality and power, has sent his agents to the City of Bones. Why? Simple. The local lord, Tairon, had accumulated too much power, so it was time to clip his wings.

I've spent my life as a mercenary, a survivor, and a weapon for people with titles. Now, I'm just a man trying to hold onto a castle. Quite a shift, I know. Montebello was supposed to be the end of the road. A chance to stop running and start building. But the world doesn't care about retirement...

Is this the story of how I died? No. Actually, it is the story of my rebirth. Long story short, I was betrayed by the people I thought I could trust. They invaded my sky palace, stole my women, and enslaved my pet shadow hounds. The emperor, fearful of my amassed power, killed my guards and destroyed me. Mana, the source of my previous power, brought me back in the body of a dying prisoner. I don’t know how or why. But I can tell you this much. Now that I’m back, I have revenge in mind.

Ich wachte in einem Zelt auf dem Schlachtfeld auf, blutig, geschlagen und verkrüppelt.Nicht nur mein Arm und meine Schulter waren gebrochen, sondern auch mein Verstand. Ich konnte mich an nichts erinnern—meinen Namen, wer oder wo ich war, oder was mit mir passiert war. Konnte es noch schlimmer werden? Sicher. Die Schlacht war noch nicht vorbei, und unser Feind gab sich nicht mit seinem Sieg zufrieden. Nein. Sie wollten uns auslöschen. Aber warum? Wenn ich lange genug lebte, würde ich es vielleicht herausfinden.

Greystone is nothing but a painful memory. Yet Tan'Malas, the Dark God, has found footing in this strange new land just as we did. Establishing a home with enemies on all sides is no easy task, yet there is no turning back. This time we will fight the Dark God head-on and make sure no one takes our home away from us again. The Order, a fanatical faction devoted to Tan'Malas, rules these lands with an iron fist. We will use them as a stepping stone and make sure that the people have a choice in who they worship and support.

Es gibt einen Mann in Sankta Varath, der weiß, wie man Köpfe nimmt. Er hat sogar einen speziellen Sack für die hässlicheren Köpfe... Frank Gerber wurde im Laufe seiner vielen Dienstjahre in der Armee des Königs zu einem Killer geformt. Das Militärleben hat ihn aber nicht geprägt. Die Politik war ihm zu fadenscheinig und zu viel Arschkriecherei. Jetzt streift er durch die dunklen Gassen und entlockt seinen Auftraggebern als Kopfgeldjäger reichlich Münzen aus der Tasche.

Greystone's arcane dome shimmers under the barrage of spells. The walls are manned, and the Valtorian host has come. As we await the final battle, the forces of Tan'Malas spread their corruption through both camps. The war threatens to consume everything we've worked for and take from me all those I care about. I learned the hard way how easy it is to lose everyone and everything. I will not let that happen again. To me, my girls and my friends are more important than all of Greystone and Valtoria combined.

The Baron Sherazad sent me as far away from Eslant as possible. Now, I’m stuck in the middle of nowhere, in a nest full of enemies, with only a demented mimic and a renegade elf to watch my back.