A fearsome force of nature, the Half-Orc Divine Fury wields sacred power with furious intensity. Their heritage grants them strength, while their belief fuels their attacks. A terrible opponent in battle, they can wield amazing blasts of energy that pulverize their enemies. Their passion is unstoppable, and those who cross paths with them rarely survive the encounter.
This Blood & Blessing
The way ahead is uncertain. A decision in the trail, a daunting burden to carry. Could we find the blessing? Or will the blood be our destiny? Only destiny can tell.
- Mysteries linger in the shadows
- Strength is our best companion
- Hope can shift mountains
An Orcish Priestess
She worshipss the primeval deities of violence with ferocious fervor. Her hymns echo through the grim caves, arousing fear in even the daring of warriors. Her {rituals{ involve sacrifice and forbidden arts. She is a formidable figure, respected by both friend and enemy. Her insight into the practices of the infernal realm is profound.
Child of Two Worlds
She strayed between spheres, a spirit caught in the streams website of two distinct existences. Born into one civilization and pulled to another, her sense of self remained a enigma, constantly changing. Her journey was one of discovery, a search for acceptance in a world that often felt scattered.
Maul of Gruumsh, Fist of Ilmater
The instrument of Gruumsh, the mighty god of war, stands as a representation of brute strength and unrelenting rage. Crafted from the strongest metal of a fallen giant, this powerful warhammer is capable of shattering even the stoutest defenses. However, in the hands of Ilmater, the suffering divine being, it becomes a instrument for comforting. A mystery that embodies the duality of pain and strength, the Hammer serves as a reminder that even in the midst of warfare, hope can prevail.
Whispers from the Shadowfell
A veil thin separates our world from the Shadowfell, a realm unending 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 hidden behind clouds, or a chill sweeps through the land, their voices can be felt.
They tell tales, of horrors unfathomable, and possessions guarded by creatures of darkness. Some whispers are omens, foretelling disaster. 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 terror that lies within.