A daunting force of nature, the Orcish Divine Fury wields divine power with savage intensity. Their heritage grants them strength, while their faith fuels their attacks. A terrible opponent in battle, they can summon amazing blasts of energy that destroy their enemies. Their passion is legendary, and those who face them seldom survive the encounter.
A Blood & Blessing
The route ahead is blurred. A choice in the road, a heavy burden to shoulder. Will we find the hope? Or will the pain be our fate? Only the future can show.
- Secrets await
- Determination is our true companion
- Hope can shift mountains
An Orcish Priestess
She veneratess the ancient deities of destruction with ferocious fervor. Her chants echo through the barren caves, galvanizing fear in even the boldest of warriors. Her {rituals{ involve sacrifice and dark magic. She is a powerful figure, respected by both friend and adversary. Her insight into the ways of the demonic realm is read more profound.
Daughter of Two Worlds
She roamed between spheres, a spirit caught in the currents of two distinct existences. Born into one civilization and attracted to another, her identity remained a enigma, constantly changing. Her journey was one of exploration, a hunt for belonging in a realm that often felt scattered.
Warhammer of Gruumsh, Fist of Ilmater
The tool of Gruumsh, the mighty figure of war, stands as a representation of brute strength and unrelenting rage. Crafted from the strongest metal of a fallen dragon, this fearsome warhammer is capable of shattering even the stoutest defenses. However, in the hands of Ilmater, the suffering champion, it becomes a tool for comforting. A mystery that embodies the duality of pain and strength, the Hammer serves as a provocation that even in the midst of warfare, compassion can prevail.
Whispers from the Shadowfell
A veil sheer separates our world from the Shadowfell, a realm everlasting night. In this desolate expanse, souls wander, forever tormented by their past. Though the line between realms flutters, we rarely hear those moans. Yet sometimes, on nights when the moon is hidden behind clouds, or a breeze sweeps through the land, their voices can be detected.
They share stories, of horrors beyond imagination, and possessions guarded by creatures of darkness. Some whispers are signs, foretelling doom. 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.