Sanguine Scythes in the Abyss
Venture into the treacherous depths of the Darklands, where behemoths dwell in eternal darkness. The Crimson Blades are a notorious force, spoken of for their ruthlessness.
Commanded by the shadowy figure known as Shadowfang, these blades stalk their prey with chilling deadliness.
Their weapons are imbued with a cursed power, capable of inflicting bleeds that never heal. Brave souls have confrontted these blades, but few have returned to tell the tale.
Terror of the Surface World
The surface world, once a paradise, is now decimated by a horrific force. This being, known only as the Scourge, spreads all it touches. Its arrival marked the beginning of an era of fear.
The once thriving cities are now forsaken, still with the whispers of a lost world. The few who remain fight amidst the chaos. Their only hope lies in finding a way to stop the Scourge before it annihilates everything that remains.
Echos of Steel, Whispers of Darkness
Across limitless landscapes, where darkness dance with iron, whispers travel on the wind. They speak of forgotten secrets, wars fought in a time when warriors rose boldly to meet their fate. Each echo of steel rings with the memory of those who sacrificed themselves for a ideal.
- Myths are woven around these whispers, each thread spun from the sweat of those who lived to tell the tale.
- Seekers brave the darkness, lured by the promise of truth hidden within these echoes.
Will you listen to the whispers? Will you heed the call of the steel?
Child of Lolth, Slayer of Suns
She walks a path lit by the crimson flames of ambition, a spider-goddess's favored child. Her name whispers on lips, a promise of cruelty. Born in the depths of the Underdark, she honed her skills amidst the deadly embrace of Lolth's domain.
The sun, that flaming god, fears her touch. She is a blade forged in wrath, each swing leaving behind a trail of ash. Her glint burn with the passion of a thousand slain suns, and her heart beats to the rhythm of Lolth's insidious song. She is the Daughter of Lolth, the Executioner 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 ambition, Zylara learned early the price of loyalty. Her spirit was hardened by loss, and her mind honed to a razor's tip by the constant struggle for control. Her life led her from the safety of the citadel to the desolate ravines where she would unleash her true nature.
The Spider Queen's Fury
From the depths of a shadowed cavern came the rumble that signaled her return. The Spider Queen, powerful, felt the tremors of a world unaware to her dominion. Her iridescent eyes glinted with rage, and her here eight appendages writhed in anticipation of the bloodshed to come.
Across|the realm, her loyal minions converged, each a monstrous reflection of their goddess' will. The air grew thick with the scent of decay, and the soil trembled beneath the weight of an army absolute.
- Her vengeance
- Wouldleave naught but ruin
- Anyone foolish enough to challenge her