A fearsome force of nature, the This Half-Orc Divine Fury wields divine power with savage intensity. Their bloodline grants them strength, while their devotion fuels their strikes. A terrible opponent in battle, they can channel powerful blasts of energy that pulverize their enemies. Their fury is infamous, and those who cross paths with them seldom survive the encounter.
This Blood & Blessing
The way ahead is shadowed. read more A decision in the road, a daunting burden to shoulder. Could we find the hope? Or will the pain be our fate? Only the future can reveal.
- Secrets await
- Strength is our true weapon
- Hope can move mountains
An Orcish Priestess
She veneratess the ancient deities of destruction with unyielding fervor. Her chants echo through the barren dungeons, instilling fear in even the most valiant of warriors. Her {rituals{ involve offerings and dark magic. She is a formidable figure, revered by both friend and foe. Her insight into the practices of the shadowy realm is unparalleled.
Girl of Two Worlds
She wandered between realities, a heart caught in the tides of two distinct lives. Born into one culture and pulled to another, her identity remained a puzzle, constantly shifting. Her path was one of understanding, a search for connection in a universe that often felt scattered.
Hammer of Gruumsh, Fist of Ilmater
The weapon of Gruumsh, the mighty god of war, stands as a representation of brute strength and unrelenting fury. Crafted from the very essence of a fallen giant, this powerful hammer is capable of destroying even the thickest defenses. However, in the hands of Ilmater, the suffering saint, it becomes a instrument for comforting. 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 sheer separates our world from the Shadowfell, a realm of eternal night. In this desolate expanse, souls decay, forever tormented by their past. Though the line between realms trembles, we rarely hear their cries. Yet sometimes, on nights when the moon is obscured behind clouds, or a gust sweeps through the land, their voices can be heard.
They speak secrets, of horrors dreadful, and hoards guarded by creatures of darkness. Some whispers are warnings, foretelling disaster. Others are desperate calls.
To ignore these communications is to invite peril. Listen carefully, and the Shadowfell may reveal its truths, but be prepared for the horror that lies within.