Stuck into the military to replace some fallen soldiers, a late arrival at the fort, Thrun Esprabegu The Fortuitous Mechanism, was an unknown of little skill. She trained like the rest of the recruits and did her job. When three squads of werewolves turned up at the fortress it was assumed she would either live through the battle unremarkably, like the rest of the new blood, or die.
A rookie in battle might earn themselves a couple of kills. Get a few scars, stay alive. Nothing special. So when she was called to defend the fortress she grabbed a steel sabre, put some miscellaneous armour on and went out to her first battle.
She claimed eleven lives. Her wounds? A torn left arm.
Meanwhile my captan died. Heroically, with a title to his name nd some prestige. But in his several years s Low gore, and multiple battles, he racked up nine kills.
This woman is hardcore. She has been instantly promoted and I will have the stonemasons begin carving a tomb right this instant, as well as assign her some proper specific armour.
Well done, love.
Special mention to my former, now dead Law Beast. You took a hell of a beating. Seriously, that werewolf was pounding on you for two months! You earned five kills with a shield before passing out from exhaustion. If you hadn't run off, alone, to face and entire pack of Goblins and an entire pack of werewolves, you might have lived longer.