Venture into the treacherous depths of the Shadowfell, where monsters dwell in eternal darkness. The Crimson Blades are a feared force, known for their brutality.
Led by the shadowy 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 fester and rot. Foolish trespassers have faced these blades, but few have survived to tell the tale.
Scourge of the Surface World
The surface world, once a haven, is now torn asunder by a horrific force. This being, known only as the Scourge, spreads all it touches. Its arrival marked the beginning of an era of terror.
The once bustling cities are now forsaken, still with the whispers 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 consumes everything that remains.
Dark Echoes, Steel Whispers
Across vast landscapes, where night dance with steel, whispers travel on the breeze. They speak of ancient secrets, battles fought in a time when warriors rose courageously to meet their fate. Each echo of steel rings with the memory of those who fell themselves for a belief.
- Myths 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 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 blessed child. Her name whispers on fangs, a promise of darkness. Born in the depths of the Underdark, she learned her skills amidst the slithering embrace of Lolth's domain.
The sun, that radiant god, fears her touch. She is a blade forged in vengeance, each swing leaving behind a trail of blood. Her gaze burn with the hunger of a thousand slain suns, and her heart beats to the rhythm of Lolth's insidious song. She is the Daughter of Lolth, the Slayer of Suns.
From Shade to Slaughter: A Drow's Story
The shadows of the Underdark were all she had ever known. Born into a clans riddled with ambition, Zylara learned early the price of survival. Her soul was hardened by betrayal, and her intellect honed to a razor's point by the constant struggle for power. Her destiny led her from the illusion of the crypt to the desolate jungles where she would forge her true might.
Queen of Spiders' Vengeance
From the depths of a desolate cavern came the shriek that signaled her fury. The Spider Queen, ancient, felt the disturbances of a world unaware to her power. Her glowing eyes flickered with wrath, and her eight legs writhed in anticipation of the bloodshed to come. here
Across|the realm, her loyal minions converged, each a monstrous reflection of their goddess' command. The air grew thick with the scent of rot, and the soil trembled beneath the march of an army unstoppable.
- Her vengeance
- Wouldleave naught but ruin
- All who dared oppose her