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.

Having subdued several small clans, he gathered a massive army. Vgherg is ready to challenge the Yellowhands' ancestral ...

Blightwood is teeming with these creatures, the size of a cow. However, they are not hastily exterminated, as ropes mad...

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.

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