Having stricken down innumerate golems and paved the way to the Treasury of the Mountain King, you may allow yourself a brief rest. The priceless riches are at your feet, the royal goblet is in your hand, the glint of gold makes the sight and the soul merry.

Her blade shines in the near total darkness, cleaving the mirages of the Limbo of Mystras and slaying the beasts of the underworld. Even their Leader would tremble when facing this warrior lady, while his fearsome grin is turning into a grimace of fear.

The balloon’s basket almost grazes the tops of the frost-laden trees. Below, the lights of the cozy villages of Khair are flickering and the northern lights illuminate the sky. There’s a festive mood, with the New Year breeze carrying you all the way!

The messenger of Chaos in the stone dungeons of the Labyrinth. The mage hates the cramped and convoluted corridors of this place, and dreams of general destruction, which is beyond his power to accomplish. However, Chaos endows its servant with sufficient power so that the Mage can incinerate opponents with fireballs, rain down fiery showers on their heads and wipe out entire companies of men with terrifying explosions.

The Phantom of the Cursed Queen Celeste, imprisoned posthumously in the Labyrinth in the world of Ergam. The malevolent ghost of the cruel ruler has managed to seep through the barrier between worlds and into the domain of the Great Dragons. Celeste raised the most fearsome creatures of Faeo from the dead and led her army of evil spirits and resurrected monsters. If she succeeds in reigning here, it will be the tragic end of the great age of Humans and Magmars!

Особы королевских кровей всегда славились своим пристрастием к чудным развлечениям. Вот и хозяйка Лабиринта не стала исключением - ей наскучили пытки смельчаков, отважившихся спуститься в мрачное подземелье Эргама, и она решила уделить немного времени чтению форума. Увиденное настолько повергло в шок королеву, что, кажется, ее лицо больше не будет прежним. По крайней мере, до того момента, как она спрячется в глубинах своего подземелья и примет ванну.

No sooner has she finished with one enemy, she starts to look for a new victim. Woe betide whoever catches her eye, full off fury and unquenchable thirst.