Neither the past nor the future can escape his gaze. Some say he can even influence fate.

From his hands flows celestial light, cleansing and healing wounds. An indispensable ally and loyal friend.

Not yet a wizard, but no longer an ordinary human. The first step towards power and mastering magical flows has been taken.

Once, he snuck into a besieged fortress and poisoned the well, leading to the capture of Wardlow Fortress without a fight.

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.

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