A powerful force of nature, the Half-Orc Divine Fury wields holy power with unbridled intensity. Their ancestry grants them might, while their devotion fuels their strikes. A terrible opponent in battle, they can channel amazing blasts of energy that shatter their enemies. Their passion is infamous, and those who cross paths with them never survive the encounter.
A Blood & Blessing
The way ahead is uncertain. A fork in the road, a daunting burden to carry. Shall we discover the blessing? Or will the blood be our destiny? Only the future can show.
- Hidden truths await
- Determination is our only weapon
- Faith can shift mountains
A Orcish Priestess
She veneratess the ancient deities of violence with gleeful fervor. Her prayers echo through the barren caves, galvanizing fear in even the daring of warriors. Her {rituals{ involve sacrifice and forbidden arts. She is a tremendous figure, respected by both friend and foe. Her insight into the rites of the infernal realm is unparalleled.
Child of Two Worlds
She wandered between spheres, a soul caught in the tides of two distinct lives. Born into one culture and attracted to another, her identity remained a puzzle, constantly changing. Her quest was one of understanding, a pursuit for belonging in a realm that often felt fragmented.
Maul of Gruumsh, Fist of Ilmater
The weapon of Gruumsh, the mighty deity of war, stands as a emblem of brute strength and unrelenting fury. Crafted from the heart of a fallen dragon, this fearsome warhammer is capable of crushing even the hardest defenses. However, in the hands of Ilmater, the suffering saint, it becomes a tool for comforting. A mystery 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 thin 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 shimmers, we rarely hear the whispers. Yet sometimes, on nights when the moon is hidden behind clouds, or a gust sweeps through the land, their voices can be heard.
They tell tales, of horrors dreadful, and possessions guarded by creatures shadow. Some whispers are warnings, foretelling doom. Others are pleas for mercy.
To ignore these communications is to invite danger. Listen carefully, and the read more Shadowfell may reveal its mysteries, but be prepared for the terror that lies within.