A powerful force of nature, the This Half-Orc Divine Fury wields sacred power with unbridled intensity. Their bloodline grants them might, while their faith fuels their strikes. A formidable opponent in battle, they can wield amazing blasts of energy that pulverize their enemies. Their rage is infamous, and those who cross paths with them never survive the encounter.
This Blood & Blessing
The way ahead is blurred. A fork in the trail, a daunting burden to bear. Shall we stumble upon the hope? Or will the blood be our fate? Only the future can show.
- Mysteries lie dormant
- Strength is our true guide
- Faith can move mountains
A Orcish Priestess
She reveres the dark gods of violence with gleeful fervor. Her prayers echo through the desolate forests, galvanizing fear in even the most valiant of warriors. Her {rituals{ involve sacrifice and forbidden arts. She is a formidable figure, feared by both friend and foe. Her knowledge into the practices of the demonic realm is extensive.
Daughter of Two Worlds
She roamed between worlds, a soul caught in the currents of two distinct existences. Born into one civilization and drawn to another, her identity remained a puzzle, constantly changing. Her path was one of discovery, a search for belonging in a world that often felt divided.
Maul of Gruumsh, Fist of Ilmater
The weapon of Gruumsh, the mighty deity of war, stands as a representation of brute strength and unrelenting anger. Crafted from the heart of a fallen giant, this fearsome maul is capable of crushing even the stoutest defenses. However, in the hands of Ilmater, the suffering saint, it becomes a instrument for relieving. A mystery that embodies the duality of pain and strength, the Hammer serves as a warning that even in the midst of conflict, hope 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 drift, forever tormented by their regrets. Though the line between realms flutters, we rarely hear their cries. Yet sometimes, on nights when the moon is obscured behind clouds, or a chill sweeps through the land, their voices can be detected.
They tell tales, of horrors beyond imagination, and treasures guarded by creatures shadow. Some whispers are omens, foretelling doom. Others are desperate calls.
To ignore these messages is to invite danger. Listen carefully, and the Shadowfell may reveal its truths, but be prepared for the terror that lies within. read more