Oneshot: As ember spread across the world, dusk had fallen upon the works of Man. A dusk that would herald no dawn, even as magic served as both sword and shield.

Poem: Ordrak had been defeated. The mines of Torchlight were now ripe for plunder.

Oneshot: Sometimes, girls just wanna look pretty.

You remember those nether imps, don't you?

Torchlight II: Fiona is a typical young engineer, out to save the world and stop the Alchemist. However, the redheaded young woman is a little more bold than she should be. Can the assassin in the Slaver's camp save her? Why would he? And where would her old teacher Sven fit in afterwards? And there's other adventurers around too...

A brave young Engineer (and her dog) attempts to "fix" the evil left in the wake of the Ember-corrupted Alchemist's rampage. [At least that's how I think it will go; I'm making the story up as I progress through the game (Torchlight II.) This isn't written in the normal way therefore, but originated as captions to my screenshot-LP.]

Poem: "Now, saving the world from evil and all that is fine and dandy. But at the end of the day, you know it's really all about the loot, right?"

Oneshot: Something fishy's going on in Torchlight, and I'm not referring to the evil that's gripped the ember mines. No. I'm referring to the fact that my fish keeps disapearing.