A fearsome force of nature, the Half-Orc Divine Fury wields divine power with savage intensity. Their ancestry grants them power, while their belief fuels their assaults. A dreaded opponent in battle, they can channel holy blasts of energy that shatter their enemies. Their fury is unstoppable, and those who face them seldom survive the encounter.
This Blood & Blessing
The route ahead is shadowed. A decision in the road, a difficult burden to carry. Shall we find the light? Or will the blood be our destiny? Only time can tell.
- Mysteries linger in the shadows
- Strength is our only weapon
- Belief can transform mountains
An Orcish Priestess
She veneratess the primeval deities of violence with ferocious fervor. Her hymns echo through the desolate caves, arousing fear in even the boldest of warriors. Her {rituals{ involve offerings and shadowy rituals. She is a formidable figure, feared by both friend and adversary. Her knowledge into the ways of the infernal realm is profound.
Girl of Two Worlds
She wandered between realities, a spirit caught in the streams of two distinct existences. Born into one culture and pulled to another, her sense of self remained a puzzle, constantly changing. Her journey was one of discovery, a pursuit for belonging in a realm that often felt divided.
Hammer of Gruumsh, Fist of Ilmater
The instrument of Gruumsh, the mighty deity of war, stands as a symbol of brute strength and unrelenting rage. Crafted from the strongest metal of a fallen dragon, this fearsome hammer is capable of shattering even the hardest defenses. However, in the hands of Ilmater, the suffering saint, it becomes a weapon for healing. A mystery that embodies the duality of pain and strength, the Hammer serves as a reminder that even in the midst of warfare, hope can prevail.
Whispers from the Shadowfell
A veil thin separates our world from the Shadowfell, a realm unending night. In this desolate expanse, souls drift, forever tormented by their regrets. Though the line between realms flutters, we rarely hear those moans. Yet sometimes, on nights when the moon is obscured behind clouds, or a breeze sweeps through the land, their voices can be detected.
They share stories, of horrors beyond imagination, and possessions guarded by creatures of darkness. Some whispers are signs, foretelling disaster. Others are desperate calls.
To ignore these sounds is to invite threat. Listen carefully, and the Shadowfell may reveal its more info mysteries, but be prepared for the fear that lies within.