A daunting force of nature, the This Half-Orc Divine Fury wields holy power with unbridled intensity. Their bloodline grants them might, while their belief fuels their assaults. A formidable opponent in battle, they can summon holy blasts of energy that destroy their enemies. Their passion is unstoppable, and those who face them never survive the encounter.
Blood & Blessing's
The path ahead is shadowed. A decision in the journey, a difficult burden to bear. Shall we stumble upon the hope? Or will the pain be our fate? Only time can reveal.
- Mysteries linger in the shadows
- Courage is our only weapon
- Faith can transform mountains
The Orcish Priestess
She veneratess the dark spirits of violence with ferocious fervor. Her hymns echo through the desolate caves, galvanizing fear in even the boldest of warriors. Her {rituals{ involve offerings and dark magic. She is a tremendous figure, respected by both friend and foe. Her insight into the ways of the demonic realm is profound.
Daughter of Two Worlds
She strayed between worlds, a spirit caught in the currents of two distinct perspectives. Born into one society and drawn to another, her sense of self remained a mystery, constantly evolving. Her quest was one of discovery, a hunt for acceptance in a world that often felt fragmented. get more info
Hammer of Gruumsh, Fist of Ilmater
The weapon of Gruumsh, the mighty figure of war, stands as a representation of brute strength and unrelenting rage. Crafted from the heart of a fallen giant, this massive hammer is capable of crushing even the thickest defenses. However, in the hands of Ilmater, the suffering champion, it becomes a instrument for relieving. A contrast 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 sheer separates our world from the Shadowfell, a realm everlasting night. In this desolate expanse, souls drift, forever tormented by their regrets. Though the line between realms flutters, 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 speak secrets, of horrors unfathomable, and possessions guarded by creatures of darkness. Some whispers are warnings, foretelling doom. Others are desperate calls.
To ignore these communications is to invite danger. Listen carefully, and the Shadowfell may reveal its mysteries, but be prepared for the fear that lies within.