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

He has seen much in his lifetime. Thus, he does not rush into attack, preferring to 'play defensively'.'

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.

If you ever wonder 'Why burn corpses?' - I suggest you look into his kind eyes.

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

In the empty eye sockets of this creature, one can see the experience of dozens of generations. Though not everyone mana...