A heroic fantasy group with a barbarian, knight, huntress, and witch stands before a massive, fiery-chested dragon in a misty landscape.

The strode into battle, the unrurly band of four. They came from out of the misty steam the dragon behind them only enhancing the raw wildness each one brought with them. There was a barbarian berserker, stronger then 50 mortal man, feared bone breaker, reveared woman maker, He was as witty as he was brawny, making him dangerous and unpredictable, an unbreakable warrior. The knightly ranger, chivalrous in person, fierce weapon wielder in battle. Every known weapon a toy in his skilled hands, an intelligent battle strategiest, he put any warlord general to shame, outwitting them every battlement. Then their was the beauty, the graceful huntress, her eyes gleamed and glowed, never missing a target she aimed for. Her accuracy was as deadly as her beauty. Feared, reveared, desired; only those at the end of her arrow knew her well. friend to all animals, death angel to all man who crossed her path. The final member was the Eldritch witch, her tongue deadlier then any weapon, her whispers sung could curse or bless a soul, her words cutting those down in her wake or empowering the chosen with glory. Her fingers stained with arcane, poisons and potions, the healer of the group, she made sure that no friend fell before her, strengthing their natural gifts with sacred sounds and herbs. The band of warrior adventures in all their glory rose to any quest, any request, lending their strengths, gifting their abilities to all who cried out for a guild of heros Ver más