A fearsome force of nature, the Orcish Divine Fury wields divine power with savage intensity. Their ancestry grants them strength, while their faith fuels their strikes. A terrible opponent in battle, they can channel holy blasts of energy that destroy their enemies. Their rage is legendary, and those who cross paths with them never survive the encounter.
This Blood & Blessing
The route ahead is blurred. A fork in the journey, a heavy burden to bear. Will we find the light? Or will the sacrifice be our destiny? Only destiny can reveal.
- Secrets await
- Strength is our true guide
- Belief can move mountains
The Orcish Priestess
She veneratess the dark deities of violence with unyielding fervor. Her prayers echo through the barren caves, arousing fear in even the daring of warriors. Her {rituals{ involve bloodletting and dark magic. She is a powerful figure, respected by both friend and foe. Her insight into the practices of the infernal realm is unparalleled.
Girl of Two Worlds
She roamed between spheres, a soul caught in the streams of two distinct perspectives. Born into one culture and attracted to another, her identity remained a enigma, constantly evolving. Her journey was one of understanding, a pursuit for belonging in a universe that often felt scattered.
Hammer of Gruumsh, Fist of Ilmater
The instrument of Gruumsh, the mighty deity of war, stands as a emblem of brute strength and unrelenting anger. Crafted from the very essence of a fallen giant, this fearsome warhammer is capable of destroying even the stoutest defenses. However, in the hands of Ilmater, the suffering divine being, it becomes a tool for comforting. A paradox that embodies the duality of pain and strength, the Hammer serves as a warning that even in check here the midst of battle, 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 regrets. Though the line between realms flutters, we rarely hear the whispers. Yet sometimes, on nights when the moon is hidden behind clouds, or a chill sweeps through the land, their voices can be heard.
They share stories, of horrors dreadful, and hoards guarded by creatures shadow. Some whispers are omens, foretelling destruction. Others are pleas for mercy.
To ignore these sounds is to invite threat. Listen carefully, and the Shadowfell may reveal its truths, but be prepared for the horror that lies within.