Marda is at
Permavore_Risk... but she's one tough customer to take down!
Noble families are, by need, large ones to ensure that a suitable heir comes of age. Lines of succession must not be broken for the good of the people as well. This has the side effect of large numbers of well to do children that reach adulthood with nothing in particular to do with their lives. Marda Brandle is eighth in line to inherit the Ducal title of Pozrik. And when her oldest brother's wife became pregnant, she became poised to move even further down the list. So she did what any sensible lordling does and elected for a life of military service.
It was an adjustment at first, but the fourteen year old Marda had always been a little rough and tumble. Years later, she's a woman grown and a veteran of several campaigns. She grew up quickly on the front lines and has become a strong and tough woman, unafraid of battle or death. Tall and powerful, Marda cuts a stern and serious figure. Though not a skilled tactician or a particularly gifted commander, she is an exemplar to those around her. She prefers a heavy blade and shield, wielding both with the skill and power to match any man and favoring the solid protection of half-plate armor. Marda is an inspiration to the troops around her and a powerful arm to cut down the crown's enemies.
Except there is only so much one soldier on the front lines can do when the leadership is inept. The latest offensive into Lasellie has gone disastrously. Large portions of the army were surrounded and cut off from each other. Marda's unit was overrun and she was captured in battle. Stripped of her armor and most of her gear, Marda was raped and abused for several days before she managed a daring escape into the surrounding landscape. Now, armed with only a sword and not even a scrap of clothing to cover her body, she's lost and alone behind enemy lines. And, unfortunately for the Lasellians, she's
mad as hell itself.
Marda's taken to bold guerrilla actions, emerging from the forest to assault supply trains and cut down scouting patrols before fading back into the trees again. She's constantly on the move, stealing and foraging food to survive, and cutting down any Lasellian that has the misfortune to cross her path. But she's, again, only one person and up against horrific odds. Though she can bring down most any human in hand to hand combat, the nation of Lesallie breeds monsters for war. And there are other rumors, dark rumors, that the Lesallie employ other, more sinister things then mere monsters to fight their battles.
