A powerful force of nature, the This Half-Orc Divine Fury wields divine power with furious intensity. Their ancestry grants them strength, while their faith fuels their attacks. A terrible opponent in battle, they can summon powerful blasts of energy that shatter their enemies. Their fury is legendary, and those who face them seldom survive the encounter.
This Blood & Blessing
The route ahead is uncertain. A fork in the journey, a heavy burden to bear. Could we stumble upon the hope? Or will the pain be our destiny? Only time can reveal.
- Secrets linger in the shadows
- Courage is our best weapon
- Hope can shift mountains
The Orcish Priestess
She worshipss the primeval spirits of violence with ferocious fervor. Her chants echo through the desolate dungeons, instilling fear in even the daring of warriors. Her {rituals{ involve sacrifice and shadowy rituals. She is a formidable figure, respected by both friend and foe. Her knowledge into the practices of the shadowy realm is unparalleled.
Girl of Two Worlds
She roamed between worlds, a soul caught in the tides of two distinct lives. Born into one civilization and drawn to another, her being remained a mystery, constantly evolving. Her quest was one of understanding, a search for belonging in a world that often felt divided.
Hammer of Gruumsh, Fist of Ilmater
The weapon of Gruumsh, the mighty figure of war, stands as a representation of brute strength and unrelenting anger. Crafted from the strongest metal of a fallen dragon, this massive maul is capable of crushing even the hardest defenses. However, in the hands of Ilmater, the suffering divine being, it becomes a weapon for comforting. A contrast that embodies the duality of pain and strength, the Hammer serves as a provocation that even in the midst of battle, mercy can prevail.
Whispers from the Shadowfell
A veil sheer separates our world from the Shadowfell, a realm of eternal night. In this desolate expanse, souls wander, forever tormented by more info their past. Though the line between realms trembles, we rarely hear the whispers. Yet sometimes, on nights when the moon is obscured behind clouds, or a breeze sweeps through the land, their voices can be heard.
They share stories, of horrors beyond imagination, and possessions guarded by creatures shadow. Some whispers are signs, foretelling destruction. Others are desperate calls.
To ignore these sounds is to invite peril. Listen carefully, and the Shadowfell may reveal its truths, but be prepared for the terror that lies within.