THE WORLD... IS... ENDING! A disquieting prospect on the face of it. But we've heard that song before, haven't we? For sure, the world's not going to end this time either. It must not. Not before the weekend. We've got plans!

Join the epic journey then towards doomsday and beyond. Expect raining fish and flying pigs for provisions. On the cards: a battle to end all battles, buildings on excursion, a comet, mystifying mystics, the odd troll, reformed orcs and a good old dragon for traditionalists. - And it all started that day an apocalypse dropped by, just so, right in time for evening tea... Uninvited.

A Fantasy Romp of Apocalyptic Proportions

THIMBLE, Rogue

Thimble, with his hairy toes, curls, and a gap between his teeth you can drive a horse and buggy through, is a winning combination somewhere between neat and cute. As is only right and proper for a halfling. He's also the rogue of the operation, or at least tries to be. Has a penchant for hot chocolate, biscuits and blondes.

WHINEWAEYN, Wizard

Archmagus Whinewaeyn sees himself as a misunderstood pioneer. After all, it was him who found out how to do explosions the right way. Now, after having blown off the roof of the Studyarium, he finds himself at odds with his former colleagues and is looking for a post-academic career in adventuring.

SYLTHIA, Archer

Sylthia, a head-turner of an elven beauty, has left her tribe to see the world and learn about other races. A commendable effort. Little did she know that this would involve zombies, orcs in possession of an elf-sized cauldron and a behemoth of a dragon plus its skeletal master, all out to get her - including two party members.

BORMPH, Warrior

Bormph of clan Shumgulth from the line of the Sculpting Stonebeaters of Swoth could be that grumpy dwarf everyone's talking about. Red-haired, barrel-chested, single-minded and quick-tempered, his quips come from his snide side. He and his shiny axe take care of the rough stuff.

AMJELLE, Healer

Former magic student and now daughter of Novotroth assigned to rubbing lotion on old geezers, the raven-haired neo-priestess still has serious troubles with finding herself. Slowly, but with inevitability, it dawns on her that old geezers within the sterile temple walls aren't all there is to see in the world...

RAMROK, Barbarian

A beefy, daunting, built-like-a-barn-door fellow, with deficits as a conversationalist, that's Ramrok for you. The barbarian offers his sellsword service to anyone with a pouch full of gold and a prospect of excitement. Better not end up on the wrong side of this big fellow's two-hander!

A GARDEN GNOME

Turns out, gnomes - and yes, we're talking garden gnomes here - are involved in whatever is going on in the Princedom of Zarrafanda's final days. Have these lantern-holding, wheelbarrow-pushing, dwarf-lookalikes indeed their pointed hats in end of-the-world machinations?

THE APOCALYPSE

Here pictured in the back with Stinky in the shape of a dune. You wouldn't have guessed, right? Looks mighty innocuous on first glance, but then again pretty much everything looks that way in canine company, especially with one as adorable as Stinky's.

Pick your destiny