A daunting force of nature, the This Half-Orc Divine Fury wields divine power with savage intensity. Their ancestry grants them power, while their devotion fuels their attacks. A dreaded opponent in battle, they can summon powerful blasts of energy that pulverize their enemies. Their fury is legendary, and those who stand against them never survive the encounter.
This Blood & Blessing
The route ahead is shadowed. A decision in the trail, a heavy burden to bear. Shall we stumble upon the blessing? Or will the blood be our end? Only time can show.
- Mysteries linger in the shadows
- Determination is our true guide
- Hope can shift mountains
A Orcish Priestess
She worshipss the primeval gods of destruction with ferocious fervor. Her chants echo through the desolate dungeons, arousing fear in even the most valiant of warriors. Her {rituals{ involve sacrifice and forbidden arts. here She is a formidable figure, respected by both friend and adversary. Her wisdom into the practices of the demonic realm is profound.
Girl of Two Worlds
She wandered between worlds, a heart caught in the currents of two distinct existences. Born into one society and pulled to another, her sense of self remained a enigma, constantly shifting. Her journey was one of understanding, a hunt for acceptance in a universe that often felt divided.
Maul of Gruumsh, Fist of Ilmater
The weapon of Gruumsh, the mighty god of war, stands as a emblem of brute strength and unrelenting rage. Crafted from the strongest metal of a fallen beast, this massive maul is capable of destroying even the hardest defenses. However, in the hands of Ilmater, the suffering divine being, it becomes a tool for comforting. A mystery that embodies the duality of pain and strength, the Hammer serves as a warning that even in the midst of battle, compassion can prevail.
Whispers from the Shadowfell
A veil sheer separates our world from the Shadowfell, a realm everlasting night. In this desolate expanse, souls decay, forever tormented by their regrets. Though the line between realms trembles, we rarely hear their cries. Yet sometimes, on nights when the moon is hidden behind clouds, or a gust sweeps through the land, their voices can be detected.
They tell tales, of horrors dreadful, and treasures guarded by creatures of darkness. Some whispers are omens, foretelling doom. Others are desperate calls.
To ignore these messages is to invite danger. Listen carefully, and the Shadowfell may reveal its secrets, but be prepared for the terror that lies within.