A loyal yet perpetually disgruntled guard dog. Such dogs are often kept by wealthy individuals to protect their mansions.

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.

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.

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.

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