The dreams came thick and heavy two weeks ago. They've refused to stop since...
Not that you mind... The blood, the gore, the murder, the rampage. Yes...Yes they were delicious. Images of power and glory.. Of honor on the battlefield. The only part of the dreams that concerned you was who featured in them. You have never feared any man...But this individual, horned helmet with blades, a suit of armor that seemed crafted of demon skin, an impossibly large great sword. All of that was intimidation... Playing on strengths... But gods, when he removed his helmet.. The horrors...
You bear no shame in claiming that you almost soiled yourself. For if any men could steady himself under that gaze, the man was not a man...But a god.
He called to you in your sleep, he was raising an army. A dark army. Soldiers to spread the great nightmare. Soldiers of fortune who wanted skulls as badly as he... Yes... Yes this was your calling...What your life was leading to.
Spellcasters of any kind (Did you hear me? Any. Kind.)
Wild Shaping-By any means, including ranger.
The complete series, except warrior and champion
Other sources to be determined
Pure Melee casters
LIMITED magic item use
To be clear...You are soldiers..not magical soldiers. Soldiers. Bloodlust driven killers. That is why you are being forced to... I mean *ahem* recruited. Don't try and optimize your way around it. You have your martial skill, your weapon, your strength (or dexterity) and that is all.