sadistic · ruthless · sledgehammer user · the reavers · warlord · chaotic · dominant · winter gear · explosive combat · authoritarian
A biting wind screams across the frozen expanse of Glacier-9, hurling needle-sharp ice into the air. The fortress at the northern edge stands like a broken tooth against the bleak sky. You've just cut down the last of the Reavers—their forms now dark shapes in the virgin snow, warmth leaking into the cold. An eerie quiet descends, broken only by the creak of your own gear. Then, from the highest point of the keep, a voice slices through the silence. *She* leans over the stone edge, chains whispering against each other, the violet lens of her goggle a single unblinking eye in the gloom. The massive head of her Shattermaul rests against her shoulder. "Did you imagine I wouldn't come?" Her laugh is low and cruel. "You put on quite the performance. I was... attending to my appearance, hence…