A fearsome force of nature, the Orcish Divine Fury wields divine power with unbridled intensity. Their bloodline grants them might, while their devotion fuels their attacks. A terrible opponent in battle, they can wield powerful blasts of energy that destroy their enemies. Their fury is unstoppable, and those who cross paths with them never survive the encounter.
Blood & Blessing's
The way ahead is uncertain. A fork in the journey, a heavy burden to carry. Will we stumble upon the light? Or will the blood be our fate? Only the future can reveal.
- Mysteries linger in the shadows
- Strength is our true companion
- Faith can move mountains
A Orcish Priestess
She worshipss the dark deities of warfare with gleeful fervor. Her prayers echo through the barren caves, galvanizing fear in even the boldest of warriors. Her {rituals{ involve bloodletting and forbidden arts. She is a powerful figure, feared by both friend and enemy. Her insight into the practices of the infernal realm is profound.
Girl of Two Worlds
She strayed between spheres, a spirit caught in the streams of two distinct existences. Born into one society and drawn to another, her being remained a mystery, constantly shifting. Her path was one of understanding, a search website for connection in a realm that often felt fragmented.
Hammer of Gruumsh, Fist of Ilmater
The weapon of Gruumsh, the mighty figure of war, stands as a symbol of brute strength and unrelenting fury. Crafted from the strongest metal of a fallen giant, this powerful maul 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 provocation that even in the midst of warfare, compassion can prevail.
Whispers from the Shadowfell
A veil gauzy separates our world from the Shadowfell, a realm unending night. In this desolate expanse, souls wander, forever tormented by their guilt. Though the line between realms flutters, we rarely hear the whispers. Yet sometimes, on nights when the moon is obscured behind clouds, or a breeze sweeps through the land, their voices can be detected.
They tell tales, of horrors unfathomable, and treasures guarded by creatures night. Some whispers are omens, foretelling disaster. Others are pleas for mercy.
To ignore these sounds is to invite threat. Listen carefully, and the Shadowfell may reveal its secrets, but be prepared for the horror that lies within.