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

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.

Someone has to test the guild's new potions, and it's best done in battle.

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.

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