A fearsome force of nature, the This Half-Orc Divine Fury wields sacred power with savage intensity. Their ancestry grants them power, while their belief fuels their assaults. A terrible opponent in battle, they can wield holy blasts of energy that shatter their enemies. Their passion is infamous, and those who stand against them rarely survive the encounter.
This Blood & Blessing
The route ahead is uncertain. A decision in the journey, a difficult burden to shoulder. Will we find the hope? Or will the blood be our end? Only destiny can reveal.
- Secrets lie dormant
- Courage is our only weapon
- Hope can move mountains
The Orcish Priestess
She reveres the primeval spirits of warfare with unyielding fervor. Her prayers echo through the barren forests, galvanizing fear in even the daring of warriors. Her {rituals{ involve offerings and forbidden arts. She is a powerful figure, feared by both friend and adversary. Her knowledge into the practices of the infernal realm is extensive.
Daughter of Two Worlds
She strayed between spheres, a spirit caught here in the currents of two distinct existences. Born into one civilization and drawn to another, her being remained a puzzle, constantly evolving. Her path was one of discovery, a pursuit for acceptance in a realm that often felt fragmented.
Hammer of Gruumsh, Fist of Ilmater
The tool of Gruumsh, the mighty deity of war, stands as a emblem of brute strength and unrelenting rage. Crafted from the heart of a fallen beast, this massive hammer is capable of destroying even the thickest defenses. However, in the hands of Ilmater, the suffering champion, it becomes a tool for relieving. A mystery that embodies the duality of pain and strength, the Hammer serves as a warning that even in the midst of battle, mercy can prevail.
Whispers from the Shadowfell
A veil gauzy 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 obscured behind clouds, or a gust sweeps through the land, their voices can be heard.
They speak secrets, of horrors dreadful, and treasures guarded by creatures of darkness. Some whispers are warnings, foretelling destruction. Others are pleas for mercy.
To ignore these communications is to invite threat. Listen carefully, and the Shadowfell may reveal its secrets, but be prepared for the horror that lies within.