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

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.

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.

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

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