A daunting force of nature, the This Half-Orc Divine Fury wields holy power with furious intensity. Their heritage grants them power, while their faith fuels their strikes. A dreaded opponent in battle, they can summon amazing blasts of energy that pulverize their enemies. Their fury is infamous, and those who stand against them seldom survive the encounter.
Blood & Blessing's
The route ahead is uncertain. A choice in the journey, a difficult burden to bear. Shall we find the light? Or will the blood be our fate? Only time can reveal.
- Hidden truths await
- Courage is our only weapon
- Hope can transform mountains
A Orcish Priestess
She reveres the ancient deities of violence with gleeful fervor. Her chants echo through the desolate dungeons, arousing fear in even the daring of warriors. Her {rituals{ involve bloodletting and forbidden arts. She is a tremendous figure, feared by both friend and adversary. Her insight into the practices of the shadowy realm is profound.
Child of Two Worlds
She strayed between spheres, a spirit caught in the streams of two distinct perspectives. Born into one civilization and attracted to another, her identity remained a mystery, constantly shifting. Her quest was one of exploration, a hunt for connection in a world that often felt divided.
Hammer of Gruumsh, Fist of Ilmater
The instrument of Gruumsh, the mighty figure of war, stands as a representation of brute strength and unrelenting rage. Crafted from the heart of a fallen beast, this massive hammer is capable of crushing even the thickest defenses. However, in the hands of Ilmater, the suffering saint, it becomes a weapon for relieving. A paradox that embodies the duality of pain and strength, the Hammer serves as a reminder that even in the midst of battle, mercy can prevail.
Whispers from the Shadowfell
A veil thin separates our world from the Shadowfell, a realm of eternal night. In this desolate expanse, souls decay, forever tormented by their regrets. Though the line between realms flutters, we rarely hear the whispers. Yet website sometimes, on nights when the moon is lost behind clouds, or a chill sweeps through the land, their voices can be heard.
They share stories, of horrors unfathomable, and hoards guarded by creatures shadow. Some whispers are signs, foretelling disaster. Others are desperate calls.
To ignore these sounds is to invite danger. Listen carefully, and the Shadowfell may reveal its secrets, but be prepared for the fear that lies within.