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.

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.

The younger brother of Oltrodor could not come to terms with his brother's greatness. He found his own path to power and...

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