A daunting force of nature, the Half-Orc Divine Fury wields sacred power with furious intensity. Their ancestry grants them strength, while their belief fuels their assaults. A formidable opponent in battle, they can channel holy blasts of energy that pulverize their enemies. Their passion is legendary, and those who face them seldom survive the encounter.
Blood & Blessing's
The way ahead is uncertain. A choice in the journey, a heavy burden to shoulder. Shall we discover the blessing? Or will the pain be our destiny? Only the future can show.
- Hidden truths linger in the shadows
- Strength is our true companion
- Hope can shift mountains
An Orcish Priestess
She reveres the primeval deities of violence with gleeful fervor. Her prayers echo through the barren dungeons, galvanizing fear in even the most valiant read more of warriors. Her {rituals{ involve sacrifice and dark magic. She is a tremendous figure, feared by both friend and enemy. Her wisdom into the rites of the demonic realm is extensive.
Daughter of Two Worlds
She strayed between spheres, a heart caught in the tides of two distinct perspectives. Born into one civilization and pulled to another, her being remained a mystery, constantly changing. Her path was one of understanding, a pursuit for belonging in a universe that often felt divided.
Maul 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 very essence of a fallen dragon, this fearsome hammer is capable of destroying even the hardest defenses. However, in the hands of Ilmater, the suffering divine being, it becomes a instrument for healing. A contrast 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 of eternal night. In this desolate expanse, souls wander, forever tormented by their past. Though the line between realms trembles, 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 detected.
They speak secrets, of horrors unfathomable, and possessions guarded by creatures night. Some whispers are signs, foretelling doom. Others are desperate calls.
To ignore these messages is to invite threat. Listen carefully, and the Shadowfell may reveal its secrets, but be prepared for the horror that lies within.