Venture into the treacherous depths of the Darklands, where behemoths dwell in eternal darkness. The Sanguine Scythes are a legendary force, spoken of for their ruthlessness.
Commanded by the shadowy figure known as The Bloodweaver, these blades hunt their victims with chilling precision.
Their weapons are imbued with a corrupted power, capable of inflicting injuries that fester and rot. Foolish trespassers have faced these blades, but few have survived to tell the tale.
Terror of the Surface World
The surface world, once a sanctuary, is now decimated by a dreadful presence. This monster, known only as the Scourge, spreads all it touches. Its emergence marked the beginning of an era of fear.
The once vibrant cities are now ruined, echoing with the whispers of a lost world. The few who remain survive amidst the destruction. Their only hope lies in finding a way to stop the Scourge before it consumes everything that remains.
Whispers of Darkness, Echoes of Steel
Across limitless landscapes, where night dance with steel, whispers travel on the gale. They speak of forgotten secrets, conflicts fought in a time when knights rose valiantly to meet their fate. Each echo of steel rings with the memory of those who fell themselves for a belief. website
- Tales are woven around these whispers, each thread spun from the sweat of those who endured to tell the tale.
- Seekers brave the darkness, lured by the promise of power hidden within these echoes.
Will you listen to the whispers? Will you heed the call of the steel?
Heiress of Lolth, Hunter of Suns
She walks a path lit by the crimson flames of ambition, a spider-goddess's favored child. Her name whispers on tongues, a promise of cruelty. Born in the depths of the Abyss, she honed her skills amidst the slithering embrace of Lolth's domain.
The sun, that radiant god, fears her touch. She is a blade forged in wrath, each swing leaving behind a trail of shadow. Her glint burn with the fury of a thousand slain suns, and her heart beats to the rhythm of Lolth's insidious song. She is the Child of Lolth, the Hunter of Suns.
A Drow's Tale: A Drow's Story
The gloaming of the Underdark were all she had ever known. Born into a factions riddled with jealousy, Zylara learned early the price of loyalty. Her heart was hardened by warfare, and her intellect honed to a razor's edge by the constant battle for dominance. Her destiny led her from the illusion of the temple to the desolate ravines where she would unleash her true might.
The Spider Queen's Fury
From the depths of a desolate cavern came the rumble that signaled her return. The Spider Queen, immense, felt the tremors of a world unaware to her dominion. Her multifaceted eyes glinted with wrath, and her eight appendages writhed in anticipation of the carnage to come.
Over|the realm, her obedient minions converged, each a grotesque reflection of their goddess' command. The air grew thick with the scent of rot, and the soil trembled beneath the weight of an army inevitable.
- Her vengeance
- Wouldsweep across the land
- Anyone foolish enough to challenge her