Clawe
Today I was Clawe, a preacher of the Viridian Temple exiled for his heretical beliefs. I was ripped limb from limb by the caretaker of the group for believing her - correctly - to be a fallen god. I was reborn in time to die one more time in a blaze of horrifying fire, as we attempted to save a fallen Hunter.
The group succeeded in their task, and so did Clawe.
It's 26th September 2026. And we shall Hunger no more.