|| Tresdin's rise to Legion Commander was a path predicted by many - but where that path led her was foreseen by none. Tresdin prided herself on the skills she learned from her mother, her father, her brothers, her cousins - all warriors. Her rise through the ranks began when she was but a sprout, scurrying to play courier, caring for arms and armor, learning all aspects of a soldier's trade before she ever took up a sword on behalf of the Mystarch's Legion. But one talent was hers and hers alone, and that was her prowess at the duel. There had been no other in her family, none in the Legion, in fact, to show such blazing skill with a sword.
When at last she earned promotion to the Legion's highest command, her skill was known not only within her ranks, but even earned her the respect of the Legion's foes. In battle after battle, Tresdin managed to find herself on foot, unhorsed, and calling her opposite to duel. Few dared shirk the challenge, and none who faced her could ever beat her. The Legion swept its foes from the map. And then the map changed.
A demonic infantry appeared from the misty edges of the world, spectral knights led by a vaporous figure sheathed in spirit forged armor and bearing weapons unseen by man. The Legion rode to the land's defense, but with no real idea of how to fight this ghastly foe, until Tresdin, as she had in so many battles before, dismounted and called out a challenge: single combat, a duel with the demon commander, to reckon the course of the world. With violence forming a common tongue, the demon chief embraced the challenge, and so the duel began.
The world was shredded by their blades. The spectral host and the Mystarch's Legion were enveloped in a rising mist, until Tresdin stood alone against her foe. The duel went on for what seemed an eternity, until at last she stripped away every shred of demon armor and plunged her blade into the pulsing core of pain that formed the demon's heart. The demon shrieked out its life, bearing her alone in the mist, with not a trace of either army. She pressed on, calling for her troops, receiving no reply, and when she finally staggered from the mists, she found herself in a world unknown to her. Alone now, she has never given up the dream of rejoining her legion and she has never backed down from any foe.