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.

Goblins like this one regularly raid settlements and fishing villages, plundering them and fleeing before soldiers arrive.

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.

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

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.