A daunting force of nature, the This Half-Orc Divine Fury wields sacred power with unbridled intensity. Their here ancestry grants them might, while their devotion fuels their attacks. A dreaded opponent in battle, they can channel holy blasts of energy that destroy their enemies. Their rage is unstoppable, and those who face them rarely survive the encounter.
Blood & Blessing's
The path ahead is shadowed. A fork in the trail, a heavy burden to shoulder. Will we stumble upon the hope? Or will the pain be our end? Only time can reveal.
- Secrets linger in the shadows
- Courage is our only guide
- Belief can shift mountains
A Orcish Priestess
She reveres the primeval deities of destruction with ferocious fervor. Her chants echo through the grim forests, instilling fear in even the boldest of warriors. Her {rituals{ involve offerings and forbidden arts. She is a formidable figure, feared by both friend and foe. Her knowledge into the practices of the shadowy realm is unparalleled.
Girl of Two Worlds
She strayed between worlds, a soul caught in the streams of two distinct perspectives. Born into one society and attracted to another, her sense of self remained a enigma, constantly evolving. Her quest was one of understanding, a pursuit for connection in a world that often felt fragmented.
Warhammer of Gruumsh, Fist of Ilmater
The weapon of Gruumsh, the mighty deity of war, stands as a symbol of brute strength and unrelenting fury. Crafted from the strongest metal of a fallen beast, this massive hammer is capable of crushing even the thickest defenses. However, in the hands of Ilmater, the suffering divine being, it becomes a weapon for relieving. A contrast that embodies the duality of pain and strength, the Hammer serves as a reminder that even in the midst of warfare, mercy can prevail.
Whispers from the Shadowfell
A veil gauzy separates our world from the Shadowfell, a realm of eternal night. In this desolate expanse, souls wander, forever tormented by their guilt. Though the line between realms flutters, we rarely hear those moans. Yet sometimes, on nights when the moon is lost behind clouds, or a gust sweeps through the land, their voices can be felt.
They share stories, of horrors beyond imagination, and possessions guarded by creatures shadow. Some whispers are signs, foretelling doom. Others are sorrowful laments.
To ignore these sounds is to invite danger. Listen carefully, and the Shadowfell may reveal its mysteries, but be prepared for the terror that lies within.