The Embered Creed Guard 2

From the scorched catacombs beneath Mount Penumbra comes another harbinger of penance and pain—the Ash-Vowed Sentinel of the Embered Creed. Cloaked in cinders, crowned with fire-forged gold, he is not born but branded—a soul burned hollow and filled only with zeal.

⛓️ Once a prisoner, now a prophet.
✝️ Once a sinner, now a sword.
🩸 He speaks no words—only judgment.
☠️ His pistol delivers absolution. His blade writes scripture in the flesh.

They do not march in ranks. They wander, like embers in a dying wind—drawn to heresy like flame to oil. And where one appears, others soon follow...

Would you confess in time, or burn in silence?