It does not pay to anger the gods ... If you're lucky, you might just end up being transformed into a spider, falling hopelessly in love with your reflection or being hunted by your own hounds. And if you're unlucky? Well ... read on ...

In the cold, dead eyes of the Banshee, and the hissing, spitting fangs of the Gorgon; in the fiery breath of the dragon and the razor sharp claws of the Sphinx - there is a thirst for blood and a murderous hunger. But it is a time of heroes, and the teeth and claws of these hideous beasts are no match for the lethal blades of such men.

In a time of war, of death and destruction, the world needs heroes. Arthur. Theseus. Geriguiaguiatugo. Their names are whispered on the wind - tales of epic quests, of furious battles, beasts slain and the glory of victory.

Don't mess with the gods. And if they mess with you? Run like hell... When life is over, and the conflicted souls of the dead wend their weary way down to the underworld, what do they see? A three-headed dog with slavering jaws, a dark and foreboding river with a skeletal ferryman or simply darkness? Only the very brave or very foolish will venture down into the realm of the afterlife, and they will seldom live to tell the tale . .