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My name is James, but my mom’s the only person that can call me that. To everyone else, I’m JD — a struggling artist, working my fingers to the bone for my shot with one of the big comic book companies. Oh, and I work nights, managing a dive called Judson’s Bar and Grill. I know: the dream life. Things were boring, disappointing, even. Until one fateful night when everything changed.

This is the story about how I died. Not really.... I mean, I don't remember most of it, thank goodness. Long story short, I was betrayed. Some people I thought I could trust invaded my sky palace, stole my women, and enslaved my pet shadow hounds. I was destroyed, utterly. Or so they thought. Somehow, mana, the source of my previous power, brought me back. The backstabbing weasels think they are safe, barricaded in their strongholds. Here's the horrible part. They willingly sacrificed their own flesh and blood for security. And they had the nerve to call me evil?

Leider haben wir keine Zeit, ihm zu Ehren ein Fest zu feiern – die ganze Welt ist verrückt geworden und wird von korumpierten Monstern bedroht. Borealis war unglaublich wütend, dass Chester sie vergessen hat und in einem Anfall von Trotz hat er unsere Welten miteinander verschmolzen. Jetzt stecken wir alle in einer bizarren und gefährlichen Höllenlandschaft fest, in der die Verderbnis aus jedem Dungeon strömt. Die Kraft, die ich gesammelt habe, reicht nicht aus, um dieser Katastrophe Herr zu werden.

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.

My name is Garren Holt, and I used to be a long-haul trucker with a taste for trashy audiobooks—the kind you're embarrassed to be caught listening to. Now, I'm a Battle Hauler in a world where monsters are real, people have weird powers, and my new rig is a talking donkey with a pink mohawk and an ego the size of a Peterbilt. Oh, and instead of a truck sporting 600HP, I got stuck with a four-wheeled wooden cart.

A newly-minted Hammerlord, Ash, finally has a home of his own and a party he’d fight and die for. The next chapter in his life is about to start, but along with that come many responsibilities, like…where do they put the monster trophies? And who gets what room? Sometimes it is good to have simple problems as every new dawn somehow piles on more and more dangers on his plate. House Domitius is still coming for the smithy and for Ash’s parents. They will stop at nothing, when a familiar face returns with reinforcement, even bending the guild and bank to their whim, or using deadly force.

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.

Wir befinden uns im Krieg, und ich werde alles tun, um meine Familie zu schützen! Die arkane Schutzkuppel von Greystone schimmert unter dem Sperrfeuer der feindlichen Zaubersprüche. Die Mauern sind bemannt und das valtorianische Heer belagert die Stadt. Während wir uns auf die letzte Schlacht vorbereiten, verbreiten die Anhänger von Tan'Malas Angst und Schrecken in beiden Lagern. Schreie hallen durch die Stadt, während der Tod um sich greift. Der Krieg droht, alles zu verschlingen, wofür wir hart gearbeitet haben und mir alles zu nehmen, was mir etwas bedeutet. Wieder einmal!

I wanted to be an adventurer. I ended up the pack mule for a psychopathic hammer. My name is Ash. I’m a scavenger, a blacksmith’s apprentice, and, according to the voice in my head, a "calcium-based biped with poor taste in pillows." All I wanted was to clear my family’s debt and secure a future in Dawnwatch, the frontier town guarding the rift. Maybe even become an adventurer. But when a dungeon run went wrong, I didn’t just find loot. I found the motherload. A Soul Gem worth a kingdom.

With alien tech enhancing his abilities and beautiful women at his side, Alaric sets his sights higher than just buying his freedom. The guilds that exploited him, the nobles who looked down on him, the system that kept him chained, they are all about to discover what happens when the underdog gains real power. Forget five-credit repairs, Alaric's about to carve out an empire of his own, one dangerous mission and passionate encounter at a time.

Ein Neuanfang ist nie einfach, aber nach dem lebensrettenden Level-Up freue ich mich auf mein neues Leben. Das Töten von Menschen hat mich noch nie sonderlich interessiert, aber nachdem ich meine Freunde bei einer Monsterjagd an einen Magier und dessen Kumpane verloren habe, muss ich meine Skrupel beiseite legen. Jetzt werde ich der Jäger sein und sie werden die Beute sein. Die Stadt Greystone ist ein bösartiger Ort, der unversöhnlich und opportunistisch ist. Ich werde nicht verzeihen und ich werde jede Gelegenheit nutzen, um stärker zu werden.

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.

After having kept my hands to myself for years, It's time to enjoy myself a bit as well with an enemy-turned-ally magician who is as smart as she is beautiful, a bar owner who can equally hold herself in a fight as much as with liquor, and the only other survivor other than myself, a golden-haired healer who's even more damaged than I am. Change looms behind Greystone's colossal walls as guilds vanish, arena fighters wind up dead, and whispers of a great war permeate the streets. My name is Cade, a man driven by vengeance, and I am going to bring it all down!

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.

Chester, as it turns out, is actually a monster god. Unfortunately, we don’t have any time to throw festivals in his honor—the whole world has gone mad and is overflowing with corrupted monsters. His fellow Calamities, enraged that he’d forgotten them, have fused their worlds together in a fit of petty rage. Now, everyone's stuck in a bizarre and dangerous hellscape with corruption overflowing from every dungeon. The strength I’ve gathered isn’t enough.

Man mag es auch göttliche Fügung nennen, aber auf wundersame Weise ist unsere alte Gruppe aus Eslant wieder vereint. Kristan und Marko waren der Schlüssel beim Kampf gegen Harkels Hellhounds in Arrdeam und jetzt stellen wir unsere vereinten Kräfte Melina zur Verfügung. Ein Mann muss zu seinem Wort stehen.

After a hundred years of regrets, revenge is just around the corner. We have finally reunited with Kristan, Marko, Franja, and Renata, who proved to be instrumental in our battle against Harkel's Hellhounds and the siege on Arrdeam. Having brought down the first leg of Harkel's slaving empire, we're getting ever closer to cutting off the head of the snake. Before we can face him, though, we must still grow stronger, but assassins lurk in the shadows and dangerous foes want us dead.

Frank hat es endlich in die große Liga geschafft, obwohl es nicht alles so ist, wie es beworben wurde. Reiche Klubbesitzer wollen Geschäfte machen, Söldnerführer bieten verdächtige Unterstützung an, wütende Götter fordern Gehorsam, und Ork-Kriegsherren bieten gefährliche Freundschaften an. Zu viele Orks, Zwerge, Goblins, Gnome, Menschen und sogar Elfen warten darauf, in die Midnight Bounties zu kommen. Um den Klub zu vergrößern, muss Frank neues Personal finden, den Klub erweitern um mehr Platz zu schaffen, und vor allem braucht er einen weiteren Barkeeper. Aber nicht irgendeinen...

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.