Red Talons beneath the Surface
Venture into the treacherous depths of the Shadowfell, where creatures dwell in eternal darkness. The Sanguine Scythes are a feared force, spoken of for their brutality.
Guided by the shadowy figure known as Shadowfang, these blades pursue their prey with chilling precision.
Their blades are imbued with a malefic power, capable of inflicting bleeds that never heal. Brave souls have challenged these blades, but few have escaped to tell the tale.
Scourge of the Surface World
The surface world, once a paradise, is now ravaged by a frightening force. This monster, known only as the Scourge, spreads all it touches. Its emergence marked the beginning of an era of fear.
The once bustling cities are now abandoned, silent with the whispers of a lost world. The few who remain survive amidst the decay. Their only hope lies in finding a way to stop the Scourge before it devours everything that remains.
Whispers of Darkness, Echoes of Steel
Across vast landscapes, where shadows dance with iron, whispers travel on the wind. They speak of forgotten secrets, wars 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.
- Tales are woven around these whispers, each thread spun from the tears of those who endured 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?
Heiress of Lolth, Slayer of Suns
She walks a path lit by the crimson flames of ambition, a spider-goddess's chosen child. Her name whispers on tongues, a promise of cruelty. Born in the depths of the Shadowfell, she honed her skills amidst the deadly 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 read more of blood. Her gaze burn with the passion 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 gloaming of the Underdark were all she had ever known. Born into a society riddled with jealousy, Zylara learned early the price of survival. Her soul was hardened by warfare, and her perception honed to a razor's point by the constant conflict for control. Her path led her from the illusion of the crypt to the desolate wastes where she would forge her true nature.
The Spider Queen's Fury
From the depths of a forgotten cavern came the screech that signaled her awakening. The Spider Queen, powerful, felt the vibrations of a world unaware to her power. Her multifaceted eyes glinted with wrath, and her eight appendages writhed in anticipation of the destruction to come.
Throughout|the realm, her fanatical minions converged, each a horrifying reflection of their leader's command. The air grew thick with the scent of decay, and the ground trembled beneath the weight of an army absolute.
- Her vengeance
- Would consume the world
- All who dared oppose her