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.

With a silent step, keen eye, and accurate hand... This is why you should not trespass into the forests of the Lake Edge.

A loyal yet perpetually disgruntled guard dog. Such dogs are often kept by wealthy individuals to protect their mansions.

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

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