Venture into the treacherous depths of the Underdark, where monsters dwell in eternal darkness. The Sanguine Scythes are a notorious force, spoken of for their ruthlessness.
Commanded by the shadowy figure known as Crimson Queen, these blades pursue their targets with chilling efficiency.
Their swords are imbued with a corrupted power, capable of inflicting wounds that never heal. Many adventurers have challenged these blades, but few have returned to tell the tale.
Scourge of the Surface World
The surface world, once a paradise, is now decimated by a dreadful entity. This being, known only as the Scourge, corrupts all it touches. Its appearance marked the beginning of an era of fear.
The once bustling cities are now forsaken, echoing with the ghosts of a lost world. The few who remain survive amidst the chaos. Their only hope lies in finding a way to stop the Scourge before it devours everything that remains.
Dark Echoes, Steel Whispers
Across vast landscapes, where shadows dance with iron, whispers travel on the breeze. They speak of ancient secrets, battles fought in a time when heroes rose boldly to meet their fate. Each echo of steel rings with the memory of those who perished themselves for a belief.
- Tales are woven around these whispers, each thread spun from the sweat 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?
Daughter of Lolth, Hunter of Suns
She walks a path lit by the crimson flames of ambition, a spider-goddess's favored child. Her name whispers on tongues, a promise of destruction. Born in the depths of the Abyss, she wrought her skills amidst the venomous embrace of Lolth's domain.
The sun, that radiant god, fears her touch. She is a blade forged in hate, each swing leaving behind a trail of ash. Her glint burn with the hunger of a thousand slain suns, and her heart beats to the rhythm of Lolth's insidious song. She is the Heiress of Lolth, the Executioner of Suns.
Darkness Unveiled: 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 loyalty. Her spirit was hardened by betrayal, and her mind honed to a razor's tip by the constant struggle for power. Her path led her from the illusion of the citadel to the desolate wastes where she would forge her true nature.
Wrath of the Arachnid Empress
From the depths of a shadowed cavern came the shriek that signaled her fury. The Spider Queen, ancient, felt the vibrations of check here a world unaware to her throne. Her glowing eyes glinted with wrath, and her eight limbs writhed in anticipation of the bloodshed to come.
Across|the realm, her loyal minions multiplied, each a horrifying reflection of their goddess' command. The air grew thick with the scent of rot, and the soil trembled beneath the march of an army absolute.
- Her wrath
- Wouldleave naught but ruin
- All who dared oppose her