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

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

Oltrodor has held the position of Magister of the Cleansing Flame Order for 315 years. The flame grants him long life an...

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.

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

A small and weak body does not hinder the valor of the greatest knight and the madness of the greatest scientist from intertwining.