A daunting force of nature, the Orcish Divine Fury wields holy power with savage intensity. Their ancestry grants them power, while their devotion fuels their attacks. A terrible opponent in battle, they can channel amazing blasts of energy that destroy their enemies. Their rage is legendary, and those who face them never survive the encounter.
Blood & Blessing's
The path ahead is uncertain. A decision in the trail, a heavy burden to carry. Shall we stumble upon the light? Or will the blood be our fate? Only destiny can tell.
- Secrets linger in the shadows
- Determination is our only weapon
- Belief can shift mountains
A Orcish Priestess
She reveres the primeval gods of destruction with ferocious fervor. Her prayers echo through the desolate caves, instilling fear in even the boldest of warriors. Her {rituals{ involve bloodletting and shadowy rituals. She is a tremendous figure, revered by both friend and enemy. Her wisdom into the ways of the infernal realm is extensive.
Daughter of Two Worlds
She wandered between worlds, a soul caught in the tides of two distinct existences. Born into one civilization and attracted to another, her identity remained a puzzle, constantly shifting. Her journey was one of exploration, a hunt for belonging in a realm that often felt scattered.
Maul of Gruumsh, Fist of Ilmater
The weapon of Gruumsh, the mighty figure of war, stands as a emblem of brute strength and unrelenting fury. Crafted from the strongest metal of a fallen giant, this powerful warhammer is capable of crushing even the thickest defenses. However, in the hands of Ilmater, the suffering saint, it becomes a here weapon for relieving. A paradox that embodies the duality of pain and strength, the Hammer serves as a provocation that even in the midst of battle, compassion can prevail.
Whispers from the Shadowfell
A veil sheer separates our world from the Shadowfell, a realm of eternal night. In this desolate expanse, souls drift, forever tormented by their past. Though the line between realms flutters, we rarely hear those moans. Yet sometimes, on nights when the moon is obscured behind clouds, or a breeze sweeps through the land, their voices can be detected.
They share stories, of horrors unfathomable, and treasures guarded by creatures night. Some whispers are warnings, foretelling destruction. Others are sorrowful laments.
To ignore these messages is to invite danger. Listen carefully, and the Shadowfell may reveal its mysteries, but be prepared for the horror that lies within.