A fearsome force of nature, the Half-Orc Divine Fury wields holy power with savage intensity. Their heritage grants them power, while their belief fuels their attacks. A terrible opponent in battle, they can wield powerful blasts of energy that destroy their enemies. Their passion is infamous, and those who stand against them never survive the encounter.
A Blood & Blessing
The route ahead is shadowed. A fork in the website road, a difficult burden to carry. Will we discover the light? Or will the blood be our destiny? Only time can reveal.
- Hidden truths linger in the shadows
- Courage is our true weapon
- Hope can transform mountains
The Orcish Priestess
She reveres the primeval gods of destruction with ferocious fervor. Her chants echo through the barren dungeons, instilling fear in even the most valiant of warriors. Her {rituals{ involve sacrifice and dark magic. She is a formidable figure, respected by both friend and foe. Her insight into the practices of the infernal realm is extensive.
Daughter of Two Worlds
She strayed between worlds, a heart caught in the currents of two distinct perspectives. Born into one civilization and drawn to another, her sense of self remained a enigma, constantly changing. Her quest was one of discovery, a search for connection in a universe that often felt scattered.
Hammer of Gruumsh, Fist of Ilmater
The weapon of Gruumsh, the mighty figure of war, stands as a symbol of brute strength and unrelenting anger. Crafted from the very essence of a fallen dragon, this fearsome hammer is capable of shattering even the stoutest 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 warning that even in the midst of conflict, compassion can prevail.
Whispers from the Shadowfell
A veil sheer separates our world from the Shadowfell, a realm unending night. In this desolate expanse, souls wander, forever tormented by their past. Though the line between realms flutters, 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 speak secrets, of horrors beyond imagination, and possessions guarded by creatures night. Some whispers are signs, foretelling destruction. Others are pleas for mercy.
To ignore these sounds is to invite peril. Listen carefully, and the Shadowfell may reveal its secrets, but be prepared for the horror that lies within.