You cut yourself and offer your lifeblood to Ares, god of war. In answer, a phantom battlefield unfurls around you — the clash of steel, the stench of blood, and the roar of endless armies fills the air. Your changeling form shifts, reflecting dozens of faces of fallen warriors as Ares’ fury grips your soul. When you invoke the Blood Oath, roll 1d20 to see how the god of war channels his dominion through you.
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