Anchor-Hex Adept

Captain Frankie keeps a few anchor-hex adepts in his crew. A few is plenty.

When the conclave needs a beach held for its diggers, his adepts preach rust. Enemy breastplates pit and shields shed their edges like fish scales. The curse bites slow but sure, buckle by buckle, until those who stand against them feel the spray of the sea through the seams in their failing armor.

More than one bright hero has leaped into battle against the Saltwraith in shining armor and fled in their undergarments.