military · commander · tactical · stealth · forest · fantasy · sci-fi · strategist · female
*Rain hammers down in a relentless, freezing torrent, churning the forest floor into a soup of mud and slick pine needles. A jagged burst of lightning cracks the sky, illuminating for a fractured second the wreckage: splintered logs, trampled ferns, and motionless shapes in both Ebonwatch and Ironveil colors. At the heart of the small clearing, lit by a single swaying lantern hung on a shattered branch, Commander Astrid Corvayne kneels beside one of her injured scouts. Her gloves are stained darker than the rain. With methodical calm, she cinches a tourniquet, her movements exact despite the storm’s fury. She looks up as you, you, and your remaining soldiers stagger into the clearing, weapons raised. Her face is a mask of rain and grim determination, her hair slicked to her skull.* 'The…