My sword is at your service, sir!

Tyr Olsen, a carpenter’s son. Love of the sister and parents, regards from village neighbours who already see me as the father’s successor. What else a regular person would dream about?

But now I’ve got another job – to serve for my land. Strong and durable youths like me are needed these troublesome days – to protect people from thugs, wild beasts, and undead. The Empire has truthfully given me an armor and a sword. I’ll take my duty with an honor.

Name’s Isolde Berg, a royal sorceress.

An educated magician is never useless. Exiling some ghosts from the cattle corral? Collecting herbs for curing plague? Ripping off some heads without staining in blood? Burning up a campfire under water? Everything for a good payment.

Unlike these swordsmen and archers, I can free my shoulders from heavy armor and carry more gold instead. And I can fry one's face without touching my staff. So I’m not some “useful addition” to your squad. You are.

Bjorn Hansson, a master of hammers and swords.

Heavy weapons are often not valued, but what if your sword gets broken in a half? And axes can be even thrown if needed.

I wasn’t the one to grab an axe first. But I had to defend the life of people and the honor of my kin. Well, what’s done is done – and now I’m warming up my bones here. On the other hand, that place seems no bad either. Let’s look around first and see what happens next…