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

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

The recipes for her potions have been passed down through generations, having restored many a brave warrior.

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.

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.

Poisoned at her own wedding by her sister, she vowed to avenge all responsible. But over time, the countess forgot the r...