A powerful force of nature, the Half-Orc Divine Fury wields divine power with unbridled intensity. Their ancestry grants them might, while their faith fuels their assaults. A dreaded opponent in battle, they can wield holy blasts of energy that shatter their enemies. Their fury is legendary, and those who face them rarely survive the encounter.
A Blood & Blessing
The route ahead is uncertain. A decision in the trail, a difficult burden to shoulder. Will we stumble upon the hope? Or will the blood be our end? Only destiny can tell.
- Hidden truths lie dormant
- Determination is our only guide
- Faith can transform mountains
A Orcish Priestess
She reveres the ancient spirits of violence with unyielding fervor. Her prayers echo through the barren caves, galvanizing fear in even the daring of warriors. Her {rituals{ involve offerings and forbidden arts. She is a powerful figure, revered by both friend and adversary. Her knowledge into the ways of the demonic realm is unparalleled.
Child of Two Worlds
She wandered between worlds, a spirit caught in the tides of two distinct lives. Born into one civilization and drawn to another, her being remained a puzzle, constantly shifting. Her journey was one of discovery, a search for connection in a realm that often felt divided.
Warhammer of Gruumsh, Fist of Ilmater
The tool of Gruumsh, the mighty deity of war, stands as a emblem of brute strength and unrelenting anger. Crafted from the strongest metal of a fallen giant, this fearsome hammer is capable of shattering even the hardest defenses. However, in the hands of Ilmater, the suffering champion, it becomes a weapon for relieving. A mystery that embodies here the duality of pain and strength, the Hammer serves as a provocation that even in the midst of conflict, 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 decay, forever tormented by their guilt. Though the line between realms trembles, we rarely hear those moans. Yet sometimes, on nights when the moon is lost behind clouds, or a breeze sweeps through the land, their voices can be felt.
They share stories, of horrors unfathomable, and possessions guarded by creatures shadow. Some whispers are omens, foretelling disaster. Others are sorrowful laments.
To ignore these sounds is to invite threat. Listen carefully, and the Shadowfell may reveal its secrets, but be prepared for the fear that lies within.