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.

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

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.

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.

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