Born with fire in their veins and storms in their breath, sorcerers bend raw magic with a will unshackled by study. Power comes not from scrolls or tomes, but from within—a gift as dangerous as it is divine. Their every spell is a whisper of chaos longing to be free.

In moonlit groves and forgotten swamps, the witch brews secrets no mortal tongue should utter. Her bargains twist fate, her curses linger for generations. She speaks to spirits, shadows, and things far older than gods. To accept her aid is to gamble with one's soul.

Bathed in holy light, the paladin stands as an unyielding shield against darkness. Sworn to virtue and justice, they march without fear, their blade as much a prayer as a weapon. To fight a paladin is to fight the will of heaven itself

From the wild frontiers he comes, a storm of muscle and fury. Untamed by law, unbroken by fear, the barbarian lives for the clash of steel. Every strike is a roar of defiance, every scar a tale of survival. He fights not with strategy, but with the raw, primal force of a raging tempest

Eyes sharp as a hawk's, the ranger roams the wilds where no army dares tread. Silent bowstrings sing death from afar, while his bond with the land makes him untouchable. He is hunter, scout, and guide—an unseen warden of the frontier

From realms of radiant glory descends the angel, wings ablaze with celestial fire. They carry both mercy and wrath, a judgment beyond mortal grasp. To allies they are hope; to enemies, the last light they shall ever see

In the silence between heartbeats, the assassin strikes. Cloaked in shadow and guided by coin, they are the unseen hand that ends kings and beggars alike. Mercy is foreign to them—only the contract matters

Cursed with eternal hunger, the vampire walks the night as predator and lord. Their charm lures the weak, their fangs drain the strong. Neither age nor steel can break their dominion, for they are death clothed in beauty.

Guardian of the wild, the druid's bond with nature is unbreakable. He calls upon ancient roots and primal spirits, shaping the battlefield with living power. Neither beast nor man commands him, for he is the voice of the forest itself, eternal and untamed.

Small, swift, and cruel, the poisonous rat spreads sickness with every bite. Born in shadowed alleys and cursed dungeons, its venom seeps into blood and hope alike. 

Once men of flesh and blood, now hollow echoes of war. Risen from forgotten graves, skeletons march without fear or mercy, their bones rattling like drums of death. They do not question, they do not rest—they simply obey the call of dark masters.

A scholar of forbidden arts, the necromancer trades compassion for dominion over death itself. With every whispered incantation, he bends graves to his will, forging an army of silence and bone. To him, life is fragile—but death is an eternal resource.

Bound by honor and sharpened by discipline, the samurai is the embodiment of deadly grace. Each movement is precise, each strike a reflection of unshakable will. To him, battle is not chaos but art—an eternal dance of steel and spirit, where defeat is unthinkable and duty outweighs life itself.

From the misty marshes leaps a creature both comical and terrifying. The giant frog swallows foes whole with a single gulp, its slimy skin deflecting blades. In its bulbous eyes lurks a patient hunger, waiting for the moment prey wanders too close

Shrouded in ancient curses, the gorgon walks between beauty and dread. Her gaze is a weapon sharper than any blade, turning flesh to stone and hope to despair. Legends speak of her as both victim and monster—yet on the battlefield, there is no doubt: to meet her eyes is to embrace death.

Deep in the mire grows a hunger with roots. Its vines slither like serpents, its maw opens with the stench of death. Drawn by heat and heartbeat alike, the flesh-eating plant waits patiently, knowing all creatures eventually stumble into its grasp. Nature itself can be the cruelest predator.

Spawned from the depths of forgotten swamps, the hydra is a nightmare that cannot die. For every head struck down, two more rise in its place, hissing with venomous wrath. A creature of endless hunger, it embodies chaos itself—an eternal trial for those foolish enough to face it.

Born in the deep halls of stone, the dwarf has long been tempered by hardship and battle. His duty is simple yet unshakable: to hold the line when all else fails. With shield raised and feet planted firm, he becomes an immovable wall against any foe. Where others falter, he endures—unyielding, relentless, and bound by honor to defend his ground until the very end.