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...

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.

In the world of the undead, such as he might be called doctors. After all, they too bring back to life. Well, almost.

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