The Seven Days of Night spread its tainted tendrils to towns and farms all across the territories. You and your flock were not spared the worst of that weeklong nightmare. Your church was razed by flames, your flock butchered by godless hands—but from the embers rose a new calling. In the smoke and ruin, you were gifted with a vision: not of peace, but of a holy reckoning for the taint seeping into the very souls of the weak, and for those who brought it down upon the world. You entered the smoldering remnants of what remained of your church, finding the charred husk of your pulpit, fashioning knuckledusters engraved with scripture and soaked in ash. Where once you preached with words, you now deliver the gospel through broken bones and spilled blood. In you, the Lord has found a new vessel to bring the message to the masses, but this message is delivered by fist and faith. While the naysayer doesn’t have access to holy spells like the revelator, they have a host of abilities that make them fierce hand-to-hand fighters that are proof against unnatural creatures.
