A fearsome force of nature, the Orcish Divine Fury wields sacred power with savage intensity. Their heritage grants them might, while their faith fuels their attacks. A formidable opponent in battle, they can summon powerful blasts of energy that shatter their enemies. Their fury is infamous, and those who face them never survive the encounter.
This Blood & Blessing
The route ahead is shadowed. A choice in the journey, a difficult burden to shoulder. Could we find the hope? Or will the pain be our destiny? Only destiny can tell.
- Mysteries linger in the shadows
- Strength is our only companion
- Faith can move mountains
An Orcish Priestess
She reveres the dark deities of destruction with website gleeful fervor. Her hymns echo through the desolate forests, instilling fear in even the most valiant of warriors. Her {rituals{ involve offerings and dark magic. She is a tremendous figure, revered by both friend and enemy. Her knowledge into the rites of the infernal realm is profound.
Girl of Two Worlds
She strayed between spheres, a heart caught in the tides of two distinct perspectives. Born into one society and pulled to another, her sense of self remained a mystery, constantly shifting. Her quest was one of discovery, a hunt for acceptance in a realm that often felt divided.
Hammer of Gruumsh, Fist of Ilmater
The instrument of Gruumsh, the mighty god of war, stands as a emblem of brute strength and unrelenting anger. Crafted from the strongest metal of a fallen beast, this powerful hammer is capable of crushing even the hardest defenses. However, in the hands of Ilmater, the suffering champion, it becomes a weapon for comforting. A contrast that embodies the duality of pain and strength, the Hammer serves as a provocation that even in the midst of battle, compassion can prevail.
Whispers from the Shadowfell
A veil gauzy separates our world from the Shadowfell, a realm unending night. In this desolate expanse, souls decay, forever tormented by their past. Though the line between realms shimmers, we rarely hear those moans. Yet sometimes, on nights when the moon is lost behind clouds, or a gust sweeps through the land, their voices can be heard.
They share stories, of horrors unfathomable, and hoards guarded by creatures of darkness. Some whispers are omens, foretelling doom. Others are sorrowful laments.
To ignore these communications is to invite threat. Listen carefully, and the Shadowfell may reveal its mysteries, but be prepared for the fear that lies within.