A fearsome force of nature, the This Half-Orc Divine Fury wields divine power with furious intensity. Their heritage grants them strength, while their faith fuels their attacks. A formidable opponent in battle, they can wield holy blasts of energy that shatter their enemies. Their rage is infamous, and those who cross paths with them seldom survive the encounter.
A Blood & Blessing
The way ahead is blurred. A fork in the trail, a heavy burden website to carry. Shall we find the light? Or will the pain be our end? Only the future can reveal.
- Secrets linger in the shadows
- Strength is our only weapon
- Belief can transform mountains
A Orcish Priestess
She worshipss the dark deities of violence with unyielding fervor. Her chants echo through the barren dungeons, instilling fear in even the most valiant of warriors. Her {rituals{ involve bloodletting and shadowy rituals. She is a formidable figure, respected by both friend and adversary. Her knowledge into the rites of the infernal realm is unparalleled.
Child of Two Worlds
She roamed between spheres, a spirit caught in the streams of two distinct lives. Born into one society and attracted to another, her sense of self remained a enigma, constantly shifting. Her journey was one of discovery, a hunt for belonging in a realm that often felt fragmented.
Hammer of Gruumsh, Fist of Ilmater
The weapon of Gruumsh, the mighty god of war, stands as a symbol of brute strength and unrelenting rage. Crafted from the strongest metal of a fallen beast, this massive hammer is capable of destroying even the thickest defenses. However, in the hands of Ilmater, the suffering champion, it becomes a weapon for comforting. A contrast that embodies the duality of pain and strength, the Hammer serves as a provocation that even in the midst of battle, mercy 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 past. Though the line between realms shimmers, we rarely hear the whispers. Yet sometimes, on nights when the moon is lost behind clouds, or a breeze sweeps through the land, their voices can be detected.
They share stories, of horrors beyond imagination, and treasures guarded by creatures of darkness. Some whispers are signs, foretelling disaster. Others are pleas for mercy.
To ignore these sounds is to invite threat. Listen carefully, and the Shadowfell may reveal its truths, but be prepared for the horror that lies within.