Half-Orc Divine Fury
A powerful force of nature, the This Half-Orc Divine Fury wields sacred power with savage intensity. Their bloodline grants them might, while their faith fuels their attacks. A dreaded opponent in battle, they can channel amazing blasts of energy that pulverize their enemies. Their passion is infamous, and those who stand against them never survive the encounter.
This Blood & Blessing
The path ahead is blurred. A fork in the journey, a heavy burden to shoulder. Could we stumble upon the blessing? Or will the blood be our fate? Only the future can show.
- Secrets await
- Determination is our true guide
- Faith can shift mountains
The Orcish Priestess
She worshipss the dark gods of warfare with ferocious fervor. Her chants echo through the desolate dungeons, galvanizing fear in even the most valiant of warriors. Her {rituals{ involve sacrifice and shadowy rituals. She is a tremendous figure, respected by both here friend and foe. Her insight into the ways of the shadowy realm is unparalleled.
Daughter of Two Worlds
She strayed between realities, a heart caught in the tides of two distinct perspectives. Born into one civilization and attracted to another, her sense of self remained a mystery, constantly shifting. Her path was one of exploration, a pursuit for connection in a world that often felt divided.
Maul of Gruumsh, Fist of Ilmater
The tool of Gruumsh, the mighty figure of war, stands as a representation of brute strength and unrelenting fury. Crafted from the very essence of a fallen giant, this powerful hammer is capable of shattering even the stoutest defenses. However, in the hands of Ilmater, the suffering divine being, it becomes a weapon for healing. A mystery that embodies the duality of pain and strength, the Hammer serves as a provocation that even in the midst of conflict, compassion can prevail.
Whispers from the Shadowfell
A veil sheer separates our world from the Shadowfell, a realm unending night. In this desolate expanse, souls drift, forever tormented by their past. Though the line between realms shimmers, we rarely hear their cries. Yet sometimes, on nights when the moon is obscured behind clouds, or a breeze sweeps through the land, their voices can be felt.
They speak secrets, of horrors beyond imagination, and treasures guarded by creatures night. Some whispers are signs, foretelling doom. Others are desperate calls.
To ignore these messages is to invite peril. Listen carefully, and the Shadowfell may reveal its truths, but be prepared for the fear that lies within.