Your holy symbol causes fear in guards and loyalists. You gain advantage on attempts to frighten.
The sigil burns red across your chestplate—jagged, scorched into iron. Its shape is crude, a fist over shattered chains. The officer stares, stiffens, then falters. You step forward, boots loud on cobble.
# | Type | Name |
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1 | Subclass | Oath of Revolution |