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.

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.

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

In the empty eye sockets of this creature, one can see the experience of dozens of generations. Though not everyone mana...

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