No spells. No divine favor. No cosmic destiny. Just a sword, two fists, a whole lot of feats, and the will to win.

While wizards scribble in tomes and warlocks beg their patrons for power, you don’t need anyone’s permission to be dangerous. The Human Fighter doesn’t wait for fate—they make their own.

The world is full of chosen ones, destined heroes, beings marked by the gods. You? You’re just built different.

No prophecies. No shortcuts. Just raw skill, hard-won experience, and a relentless drive to get better.

While they pray for a lucky crit, you’re putting in the work.

You’re not waiting for fate to deal you a better hand. You’re training. You’re rolling. You’re winning the hard way.

No gods. No gimmicks. No snowflake high fantasy bullsh*t. The only edge you need is on your sword.