A fearsome force of nature, the This Half-Orc Divine Fury wields holy power with furious intensity. Their heritage grants them power, while their devotion fuels their assaults. A dreaded opponent in battle, they can summon amazing blasts of energy that pulverize their enemies. Their passion is unstoppable, and those who stand against them never survive the encounter.
This Blood & Blessing
The way ahead is uncertain. A decision in the journey, a heavy burden to shoulder. Shall we discover the light? Or will the sacrifice be our fate? Only destiny can tell.
- Secrets await
- Determination is our best companion
- Hope can move mountains
A Orcish Priestess
She worshipss the primeval deities of destruction with unyielding fervor. Her chants echo through the barren dungeons, instilling fear in even the boldest of warriors. Her {rituals{ involve bloodletting and forbidden arts. She is a tremendous figure, feared by both friend and adversary. Her insight into the rites of the demonic realm is unparalleled.
Daughter of Two Worlds
She roamed between worlds, a heart caught in the currents of two distinct existences. Born into one civilization and attracted to another, her identity remained read more a puzzle, constantly evolving. Her path was one of understanding, a hunt for belonging in a world that often felt scattered.
Warhammer of Gruumsh, Fist of Ilmater
The tool of Gruumsh, the mighty figure of war, stands as a symbol of brute strength and unrelenting fury. Crafted from the heart of a fallen dragon, this powerful maul 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 provocation that even in the midst of battle, hope can prevail.
Whispers from the Shadowfell
A veil gauzy separates our world from the Shadowfell, a realm everlasting night. In this desolate expanse, souls wander, 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 breeze sweeps through the land, their voices can be heard.
They tell tales, of horrors beyond imagination, and treasures guarded by creatures night. Some whispers are warnings, foretelling disaster. Others are desperate calls.
To ignore these messages is to invite threat. Listen carefully, and the Shadowfell may reveal its mysteries, but be prepared for the terror that lies within.