Neither the past nor the future can escape his gaze. Some say he can even influence fate.

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

A common peasant who decided to trade the fields and plow for the battlefield and a club. Not much of a warrior.

Not yet a wizard, but no longer an ordinary human. The first step towards power and mastering magical flows has been taken.

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.

Having subdued several small clans, he gathered a massive army. Vgherg is ready to challenge the Yellowhands' ancestral ...

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