Proletarians are the unsung underdogs of the adventuring world—grimy, calloused, and stubborn beyond reason. They aren’t born of noble blood, chosen by gods, or blessed with arcane talent. What they are, is tireless. With blistered hands and aching limbs, Proletarians push forward where others fall. They rely on hard work, superstition, and pure willpower to survive—and eventually thrive.
  Playing a Proletarian is a test of endurance. At first glance, they appear painfully average—no flashy spells, no divine gifts, no unmatched swordplay. But beneath that humble exterior is a foundation of unyielding grit. Every minor success is hard-earned. Every victory is a story they’ll proudly exaggerate around the campfire.
  What sets the Proletarian apart is their sheer adaptability. With no set battlefield role, they fill whatever gap needs filling—swinging a sword one day, lugging the party’s gear the next, or distracting a foe with sheer nerve. Their progress is slow, but steady. As the campaign goes on, they can specialize into the strengths of other classes, gradually becoming a reflection of their experiences and the people they’ve fought beside. They are the ultimate late bloomer—a living testament that greatness can be forged, not just inherited.