an Ashborne Apostle
Today, I was someone who let the accumulation of their offerings to dead gods coated my body, calcifying my flesh into incense.1
I was in a group of badly equipped adventurers into a cave complex leading to a sphinx. Wishes were granted. It did not go great for the group.
It's 17th April 2026. I am incensed.
Copied verbatim from the custom classes included with Crown of Salt. Credit: The Dungeon's Key and Tania Herrero.↩