A fearsome force of nature, the Half-Orc Divine Fury wields divine power with unbridled intensity. Their ancestry grants them power, while their devotion fuels their attacks. A dreaded opponent in battle, they can wield holy blasts of energy that destroy their enemies. Their fury is unstoppable, and those who stand against them never survive the encounter.
Blood & Blessing's
The route ahead is uncertain. A choice in the trail, a daunting burden to shoulder. Could we discover the hope? Or will the sacrifice be our destiny? Only destiny can tell.
- Hidden truths linger in the shadows
- Strength is our true companion
- Hope can shift mountains
An Orcish Priestess
She veneratess the primeval deities of violence with unyielding fervor. Her prayers echo through the barren caves, instilling fear in even the most valiant of warriors. Her {rituals{ involve bloodletting and dark magic. She is a powerful figure, revered by both friend and enemy. Her insight into the rites of the shadowy realm is extensive.
Girl of Two Worlds
She strayed between spheres, a soul caught in the tides of two distinct perspectives. Born into one civilization and drawn to another, her sense of self remained a mystery, constantly read more shifting. Her path was one of exploration, a search for connection in a world that often felt fragmented.
Maul of Gruumsh, Fist of Ilmater
The weapon of Gruumsh, the mighty deity of war, stands as a representation of brute strength and unrelenting rage. Crafted from the strongest metal of a fallen beast, this powerful warhammer is capable of crushing even the thickest defenses. However, in the hands of Ilmater, the suffering champion, it becomes a instrument 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, mercy can prevail.
Whispers from the Shadowfell
A veil sheer separates our world from the Shadowfell, a realm everlasting night. In this desolate expanse, souls drift, forever tormented by their guilt. Though the line between realms shimmers, we rarely hear their cries. 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 unfathomable, and possessions guarded by creatures of darkness. Some whispers are signs, foretelling doom. Others are desperate calls.
To ignore these sounds is to invite threat. Listen carefully, and the Shadowfell may reveal its mysteries, but be prepared for the horror that lies within.