“When shame is carved into flesh, only blood can cleanse it.”
Among the oathsworn, few survive long enough to rise—but those who do are shaped into legends of fury and flame. The Vowbound Berserker is such a warrior: a champion forged in exile, crowned not by gold, but by the burn of unbroken runes.
Unlike lesser oathbearers, he has not fallen to madness—yet. Instead, he channels every scar, every bitter memory, into his strikes. His body is a canvas of sacred markings: each rune a pact, each scar a promise kept in blood. He leads not by command, but by charge—shouldering into the fray with a howl that sends even monsters back a step.
Wielding a rune-inscribed greataxe or twin warblades, the Vowbound Berserker is both executioner and symbol—proof that honour can be reclaimed, one kill at a time.
