Venture into the treacherous depths of the Shadowfell, where monsters dwell in eternal darkness. The Crimson Blades are a notorious force, rumored for their ferocity.
Guided by the shadowy figure known as The Bloodweaver, these blades stalk their victims with chilling efficiency.
Their weapons are imbued with a corrupted power, capable of inflicting bleeds that drain the life force. Brave souls 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 dreadful force. This monster, known only as the Scourge, infects all it touches. Its arrival marked the beginning of an era of terror.
The once thriving cities are now ruined, still with the ghosts of a lost world. The few who remain survive amidst the destruction. Their only hope lies in finding a way to stop the Scourge before it consumes everything that remains.
Echos of Steel, Whispers of Darkness
Across limitless landscapes, where shadows dance with iron, whispers travel on the breeze. They speak of ancient secrets, battles 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 cause.
- Legends are woven around these whispers, each thread spun from the blood of those who endured to tell the tale.
- Hunters brave the darkness, lured by the promise of power hidden within these echoes.
Will you listen to the whispers? Will you here heed the call of the steel?
Heiress of Lolth, Executioner of Suns
She walks a path lit by the crimson flames of ambition, a spider-goddess's blessed child. Her name whispers on tongues, 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 hate, each swing 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 Heiress of Lolth, the Hunter 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 survival. Her spirit was hardened by loss, and her perception honed to a razor's edge by the constant conflict for power. Her life led her from the safety of the temple to the desolate wastes where she would forge her true nature.
Queen of Spiders' Vengeance
From the depths of a forgotten cavern came the rumble that signaled her return. The Spider Queen, immense, felt the disturbances of a world ignorant to her throne. Her glowing eyes burned with wrath, and her eight limbs writhed in anticipation of the destruction to come.
Across|the realm, her loyal minions converged, each a grotesque reflection of their goddess' 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
- Those who crossed her path