A fearsome force of nature, the This Half-Orc Divine Fury wields sacred power with savage intensity. Their bloodline grants them might, while their devotion fuels their strikes. A dreaded opponent in battle, they can summon powerful blasts of energy that pulverize their enemies. Their rage is legendary, and more info those who stand against them rarely survive the encounter.
This Blood & Blessing
The path ahead is shadowed. A choice in the trail, a heavy burden to bear. Could we stumble upon the light? Or will the sacrifice be our destiny? Only time can reveal.
- Mysteries lie dormant
- Determination is our best companion
- Faith can move mountains
A Orcish Priestess
She veneratess the primeval deities of violence with ferocious fervor. Her prayers echo through the barren dungeons, instilling fear in even the boldest of warriors. Her {rituals{ involve sacrifice and shadowy rituals. She is a formidable figure, respected by both friend and enemy. Her wisdom into the practices of the shadowy realm is unparalleled.
Child of Two Worlds
She roamed between worlds, a heart caught in the currents of two distinct perspectives. Born into one civilization and pulled to another, her being remained a puzzle, constantly shifting. Her journey was one of exploration, a search for belonging in a realm that often felt scattered.
Maul of Gruumsh, Fist of Ilmater
The weapon of Gruumsh, the mighty figure of war, stands as a representation of brute strength and unrelenting rage. Crafted from the strongest metal of a fallen dragon, this massive warhammer is capable of crushing even the thickest defenses. However, in the hands of Ilmater, the suffering champion, it becomes a tool for relieving. A contrast that embodies the duality of pain and strength, the Hammer serves as a reminder that even in the midst of conflict, hope can prevail.
Whispers from the Shadowfell
A veil sheer separates our world from the Shadowfell, a realm unending night. In this desolate expanse, souls drift, forever tormented by their guilt. Though the line between realms flutters, we rarely hear those moans. Yet sometimes, on nights when the moon is hidden behind clouds, or a breeze sweeps through the land, their voices can be detected.
They speak secrets, of horrors beyond imagination, and possessions guarded by creatures shadow. Some whispers are warnings, foretelling disaster. 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.