Venture into the treacherous depths of the Underdark, where behemoths dwell in eternal darkness. The Sanguine Scythes are a feared force, spoken of for their brutality.
Led by the mysterious figure known as The Bloodweaver, these blades pursue their prey with chilling precision.
Their swords are imbued with a corrupted power, capable of inflicting wounds that drain the life force. Foolish trespassers have faced these blades, but few have escaped to tell the tale.
Terror of the Surface World
The surface world, once a sanctuary, is now ravaged by a horrific entity. This creature, known only as the Scourge, spreads all it touches. Its emergence marked the beginning of an era of despair.
The once bustling cities are now forsaken, silent with the ghosts of a lost world. The few who remain fight amidst the decay. Their only hope lies in finding a way to stop the Scourge before it annihilates everything that remains.
Whispers of Darkness, Echoes of Steel
Across limitless landscapes, where night dance with bronze, whispers travel on the gale. They speak of lost secrets, conflicts fought in a time when warriors rose valiantly to meet their fate. Each echo of steel rings with the memory of those who fell themselves for a belief.
- Tales are woven around these whispers, each thread spun from the tears of those who lived to tell the tale.
- Hunters brave the darkness, lured by the promise of knowledge hidden within these echoes.
Will you listen to the whispers? Will you heed the call of the steel?
Child of Lolth, Hunter of Suns
She walks a path lit by the crimson flames of ambition, a spider-goddess's chosen child. Her name whispers on fangs, a promise of destruction. Born in the depths of the Shadowfell, she honed her skills amidst the venomous embrace of Lolth's domain.
The sun, that flaming god, fears her touch. She is a blade forged in hate, each swing website leaving behind a trail of ash. Her eyes 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 Executioner of Suns.
A Drow's Tale: A Drow's Story
The twilight of the Underdark were all she had ever known. Born into a society riddled with power, Zylara learned early the price of survival. Her soul was hardened by warfare, and her mind honed to a razor's edge by the constant conflict for dominance. Her destiny led her from the safety of the citadel to the desolate ravines where she would unleash her true potential.
The Spider Queen's Fury
From the depths of a shadowed cavern came the screech that signaled her return. The Spider Queen, powerful, felt the disturbances of a world ignorant to her throne. Her multifaceted eyes flickered with wrath, and her eight limbs writhed in anticipation of the carnage to come.
Across|the realm, her loyal minions converged, each a horrifying reflection of their queen's command. The air grew thick with the scent of decay, and the soil trembled beneath the weight of an army absolute.
- Her vengeance
- Would consume the world
- Those who crossed her path