From his hands flows celestial light, cleansing and healing wounds. An indispensable ally and loyal friend.

Someone has to test the guild's new potions, and it's best done in battle.

Blightwood is teeming with these creatures, the size of a cow. However, they are not hastily exterminated, as ropes mad...

It's unclear what is more dangerous: his massive cleaver or the strong stench emanating from him.

If you ever wonder 'Why burn corpses?' - I suggest you look into his kind eyes.

In the world of the undead, such as he might be called doctors. After all, they too bring back to life. Well, almost.

The younger brother of Oltrodor could not come to terms with his brother's greatness. He found his own path to power and...

Lost in ancient crypts, this adventurer will gladly join any party for the right price. Any party at all.