Somewhere, in some reality, something is moving really really fast in that direction.
"Hey, I actually enchanted something! Wow!"
"He’d look a lot more majestic up there if he weren’t wobbling all over the place!"
Teeth: small, durable, and full of potential, if one only knows how to tap it.
"Okay, so I can’t run. But look at me jump!"
Fear ye not the sorcerer’s might / for ye be wreathed in Baunumdraung’s light!
"How did you lose your arm?"
"Well you see, I fought this one bloke with a bizarre sword…"
Just as every religion has a unique emblem, so to do they have unique equipment that their more adventurous members make use of. These are some of those items.
A loose and ragged band of berzerkers, barbarians, criminals and vagabonds, the Blood Wolves have all come together to a dual purpose. Each of the Wolves are beholden and worship the same patron Little God, the Crimson Slashing Jaw. They are also a semi-cohesive mercenary force for hire. Their rates are low, and their morals are non-existant.