Venture into the treacherous depths of the Shadowfell, where behemoths dwell in eternal darkness. The Crimson Blades are a feared force, spoken of for their ferocity.
Led by the mysterious figure known as The Bloodweaver, these blades pursue their victims with chilling efficiency.
Their swords are imbued with a corrupted power, capable of inflicting injuries that never heal. 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 horrific force. This being, known only as the Scourge, corrupts all it touches. Its arrival marked the beginning of an era of fear.
The once thriving cities are now ruined, silent with the memories 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.
Dark Echoes, Steel Whispers
Across limitless landscapes, where shadows dance with iron, whispers travel on the wind. They speak of ancient 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 blood of those who survived to tell the tale.
- Explorers 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, Executioner 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 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 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 Heiress of Lolth, the Slayer 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 survival. Her spirit was hardened by warfare, and her perception honed to a razor's point by the constant battle for control. Her path led her from the illusion of the citadel 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 shriek that signaled her return. The Spider Queen, immense, felt the disturbances of a world ignorant to her power. Her iridescent eyes glinted with fury, and here her eight limbs writhed in anticipation of the carnage to come.
Across|the realm, her obedient minions converged, each a horrifying reflection of their goddess' command. The air grew thick with the scent of death, and the earth trembled beneath the advance of an army inevitable.
- Her vengeance
- Would consume the world
- Those who crossed her path