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.

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

Goblins like this one regularly raid settlements and fishing villages, plundering them and fleeing before soldiers arrive.

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.

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