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

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

He has seen much in his lifetime. Thus, he does not rush into attack, preferring to 'play defensively'.'

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

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.