A powerful force of nature, the This Half-Orc Divine Fury wields divine power with furious intensity. Their bloodline grants them power, while their faith fuels their assaults. A terrible opponent in battle, they can wield amazing blasts of energy that shatter their enemies. Their passion is unstoppable, and those who face them never survive the encounter.
This Blood & Blessing
check hereThe route ahead is shadowed. A choice in the journey, a difficult burden to carry. Could we find the hope? Or will the sacrifice be our fate? Only time can reveal.
- Mysteries await
- Determination is our best guide
- Belief can transform mountains
An Orcish Priestess
She reveres the primeval spirits of warfare with ferocious fervor. Her hymns echo through the desolate forests, arousing fear in even the daring of warriors. Her {rituals{ involve bloodletting and shadowy rituals. She is a formidable figure, feared by both friend and enemy. Her knowledge into the rites of the demonic realm is profound.
Daughter of Two Worlds
She wandered between realities, a soul caught in the currents of two distinct lives. Born into one society and pulled to another, her sense of self remained a mystery, constantly shifting. Her quest was one of understanding, a hunt for belonging in a universe 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 giant, this fearsome hammer is capable of crushing even the thickest defenses. However, in the hands of Ilmater, the suffering divine being, it becomes a tool for relieving. A paradox that embodies the duality of pain and strength, the Hammer serves as a provocation that even in the midst of warfare, compassion can prevail.
Whispers from the Shadowfell
A veil gauzy separates our world from the Shadowfell, a realm everlasting night. In this desolate expanse, souls drift, forever tormented by their past. Though the line between realms flutters, we rarely hear their cries. Yet sometimes, on nights when the moon is obscured behind clouds, or a gust sweeps through the land, their voices can be detected.
They share stories, of horrors unfathomable, and hoards guarded by creatures shadow. Some whispers are omens, foretelling destruction. Others are sorrowful laments.
To ignore these messages is to invite danger. Listen carefully, and the Shadowfell may reveal its mysteries, but be prepared for the fear that lies within.