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.

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

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.

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.