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

He is well-versed in the tracks of various beasts and navigates the forest with ease, though none of this helps him in b...

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

Once, he snuck into a besieged fortress and poisoned the well, leading to the capture of Wardlow Fortress without a fight.

Goblins like this one regularly raid settlements and fishing villages, plundering them and fleeing before soldiers arrive.

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

Only the gods know what magic keeps these old bones together and shooting so accurately with a bow.

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