..".It all began in Chazzrynn, with Sir James Andellis, an orphan Knight of Southwind. I shall tell you of him, my son, for he is our only living relation, though that secret shall remain with us alone. James lost everything that he knew, that day on the Fields of Arouland in 331, and was left with but the horror of defeat at the hands of the ogre horde. Hatred, self-loathing and wine helped him endure each day after, as he sought a most glorious end, to his most tragic life. James wandered the lands of the black falcon, not knowing of us, killing ogre for pay, and hoping to die himself..."...

..".We began with James Andellis and frigid Chazzrynn, my son, so that takes us to Harlaheim, in the year of 345. Ah yes, the kingdom of the crown and rose, treacherous old beauty. Very well, let me tell you more of Shinayne T'Sarrin then, for this is her story. Harlaheim was cold and wet from late winter rains. Enemies seemed to be all around, but not often found. The shadows were deep and long from the high rooftops of the decadent city at night, and the docks were not any more welcoming. Several times Lady Shinayne, as she was known back then, had encountered those stalking the scroll of...

Lord Braedon McColl of Aberdeen suffers the affliction of obsession. It is skulls that he so covets. And one day, whilst mourning the loss of his family, he comes across a most special item - a skull that whispers to him. Mad with drink, grieving his losses, and losing his grip on his lands, people, and sanity, Braedon's obsession leads him on a chaotic journey through a waking nightmare to discover that the skull may be far more than he ever realized, and that his obsession may very well be a possession of his soul