A fearsome force of nature, the Orcish Divine Fury wields divine power with furious intensity. Their bloodline grants them might, while their belief fuels their attacks. A terrible opponent in battle, they can channel powerful blasts of energy that destroy their enemies. Their passion is legendary, and those who cross paths with them seldom survive the encounter.
This Blood & Blessing
The path ahead is uncertain. A fork in the journey, a heavy burden to carry. Will we find the hope? Or will the pain be our end? Only time can reveal.
- Secrets lie dormant
- Strength is our only companion
- Faith can move mountains
The Orcish Priestess
She veneratess the dark spirits of destruction with gleeful fervor. Her prayers echo website through the desolate dungeons, instilling fear in even the daring of warriors. Her {rituals{ involve sacrifice and dark magic. She is a formidable figure, respected by both friend and foe. Her wisdom into the ways of the shadowy realm is unparalleled.
Daughter of Two Worlds
She roamed between worlds, a spirit caught in the currents of two distinct perspectives. Born into one culture and drawn to another, her being remained a puzzle, constantly evolving. Her path was one of discovery, a hunt for belonging in a universe that often felt fragmented.
Hammer of Gruumsh, Fist of Ilmater
The tool of Gruumsh, the mighty deity of war, stands as a symbol of brute strength and unrelenting anger. Crafted from the heart of a fallen giant, this fearsome hammer is capable of shattering even the stoutest defenses. However, in the hands of Ilmater, the suffering champion, it becomes a instrument for relieving. A contrast 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 thin 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 trembles, we rarely hear those moans. 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 unfathomable, and treasures guarded by creatures night. Some whispers are signs, foretelling destruction. Others are desperate calls.
To ignore these messages is to invite threat. Listen carefully, and the Shadowfell may reveal its truths, but be prepared for the horror that lies within.