Tresdin, the Legion Commander

Lore:
They came without warning. Within
the city walls of Stonehall there
came a rumble and a terrible sound,
and from blackness unknown came a
force of beasts numbering beyond
count, wielding flame and foul
sorcery, slaying and snatching
mothers and sons to dark purpose.
Of once-mighty Stonehall's military
strength only the Bronze Legion, led
by the indomitable Commander
Tresdin, was near enough to answer
the call of battle. They rode into
their city, fighting through
bloodstained alleyways and burning
markets, cutting their way through
the monstrous throng to the source
of the sudden invasion: an ethereal
rift within the city square, and at its
precipice thundered their dreaded
champion.
Enwrapped in a corrosive shimmer,
the leader of the abyssal horde
swung its massive blade, cleaving a
legionnaire in two as his flesh began
to spoil. Tresdin lifted her blood-
stained sword and settled her sights
on the beast. It turned, smiling at
her through a maze of teeth.
Heedless of the battle raging around
them, they charged one another.
Deflecting blow after blow, the pair
danced their deadly duel as the
Bronze Legion met its end around
them. Tresdin leapt forward as her
foe swung its sword to meet her.
The odds turned. The attack
smashed into Tresdin suddenly, a
brutal thrust from the side, but even
as her balance slipped she rallied
her strength for another stroke.
Blade scraped on blade, beyond the
hilt to the gnarled paw below,
carving it in two in a fearsome spray
of sparks and blood. The vile
audience looked on in astonishment
as she pressed the attack, driving
her blade through her foe's flesh into
the stampeding heart within. With a
scream that split the clouds above,
the beast erupted in a torrent of gore
and anguish. The stygian portal
wavered, the power sustaining the
chasm beyond vanishing as suddenly
as it had appeared. The remaining
invaders fell quickly to Stonehall
steel.
Though victorious, the survivors saw
little to celebrate: the city lay in
ruins, and survivors were few. Fires
continued to spread. Unfurling her
banners of war, Tresdin gathered
what allies she could. Her anger
smoldered as she pledged brutal
vengeance upon the forces of the
abyss, and damned be any who
would dare stand in her way.