A fearsome force of nature, the Half-Orc Divine Fury wields sacred power with unbridled intensity. Their heritage grants them strength, while their belief fuels their strikes. A dreaded opponent in battle, they can summon holy blasts of energy that shatter their enemies. Their rage is legendary, and those who cross paths with them rarely survive the encounter.
A Blood & Blessing
The way ahead is shadowed. A choice in the road, a heavy burden to shoulder. Will we discover the hope? Or will the sacrifice be our destiny? Only destiny can reveal.
- Mysteries linger in the shadows
- Determination is our only weapon
- Faith can move mountains
The Orcish Priestess
She veneratess the ancient deities of warfare with gleeful fervor. Her prayers echo through the desolate forests, instilling fear in even the daring of warriors. Her {rituals{ involve offerings and dark magic. She is a formidable figure, revered by both friend and enemy. Her knowledge into the practices of the demonic realm is unparalleled.
Girl of Two Worlds
She strayed between realities, a spirit caught in the streams of two distinct lives. Born into one civilization and attracted to another, her being remained a mystery, constantly evolving. Her journey was one of understanding, a pursuit for belonging in a world that often felt scattered.
Maul of Gruumsh, Fist of Ilmater
The weapon of Gruumsh, the mighty god of war, stands as a symbol of brute strength and unrelenting anger. Crafted from the very essence of a fallen beast, this massive maul is capable of destroying even the thickest defenses. However, in the hands of Ilmater, the suffering divine being, it becomes a instrument for relieving. A mystery that embodies the duality of pain and strength, the Hammer serves as a warning that even in the midst of battle, hope can prevail.
Whispers from the Shadowfell
A veil thin separates our world from the Shadowfell, a realm unending more info night. In this desolate expanse, souls drift, forever tormented by their regrets. Though the line between realms shimmers, we rarely hear the whispers. Yet sometimes, on nights when the moon is obscured behind clouds, or a chill sweeps through the land, their voices can be heard.
They speak secrets, of horrors beyond imagination, and treasures guarded by creatures of darkness. Some whispers are warnings, foretelling destruction. Others are desperate calls.
To ignore these messages is to invite peril. Listen carefully, and the Shadowfell may reveal its secrets, but be prepared for the horror that lies within.