Ferocine was the mightiest fist in all the northern Runiverse (or at least, so she’d claim). Her punch could explode a tree (also a claim), stun an ogre (not proven) and open a jar of pickles (this, oddly enough, is something she can actually do).

Now, this wasn’t to say Ferocina wasn’t a bad ass in her own right! She was incredibly powerful, but she just loved to boast about it to anyone who would listen (and if they didn’t listen, she’d ramble on anyway).

She was a bit nomadic, wandering too and fro, mostly just looking to punch things and help people who needed it. She was not very interested in the mercenary lifestyle, so she often found herself doing very mundane tasks to earn a wage.

Her most recent gig was a log splitter for a small town outside the Quantum Shadow, where she also moonlit as a bit of a bodyguard to folks traveling about.

This was a pretty solid gig, and the town treated her really well. She had given up on wandering around and had really considered settling down here, maybe even progressing the relationship with her girlfriend!

Sadly, our hero would be unable to live out these dreams. She would be gone from town one night, escorting a single wizard back to the edge of the Fey, where he would have a modicum of safety.

This journey would take half a day, so by the time she returned to her village, the entire thing had been razed to the ground. She couldn’t believe her eyes.

Before her, everything she held near and dear to her had instantly vanished, in a painful ending. Something in that moment awoke within Ferocina, and she was suddenly taken over by an angry blood rage.

She scoured the remains of the city, looking for any survivors, but only found a few raiders who had stayed behind to sift through the rubble.

These scrappy bandits did not last long against the punching paladin, who did in fact explode the bandits head with a single punch. Every one she found, bam, one punch and splat.

She was, to put it lightly, angry. She had come from a long line of berserker mages, though had no magic of her own. Clearly the berserker blood still ran strong.

With each punch, she managed to find clarity in the rage, and soon learned to control it (all the while taking out the last of the bandits that hung around).

After spending a day collecting herself and saying goodbye, she followed the raiders trail, west towards Kelpie’s Bay, in hopes to catch up with, and eradicate, the miserable wretches that stole a chance of happiness from her.

The next several months flew by for Ferocina as she scoured the Runiverse for any sight of the bandits that ruined her life. Eventually, she’d come across a man named Manuel, who was also looking to put an end to these bandits.

The two would become fast friends, and Manuel would eventually share that he too was once part of the raiders, but couldn’t bring himself to take their lives. He’d also go on to invite her to his guild of adventures dedicated to bringing down this band of evil, on the caveat that she’d never take another life.

The thought of not getting her vengeance did not sit well at first, but eventually she’d come to, and take this vow very seriously, training in non-lethal combat to the best of her ability.

Her and Manuel became de facto leaders of the guild of martial artists, and would spend their spare time defending small towns from raiding parties. This would make them quite welcome anywhere in the countryside, which would play a huge part in discovering the truth behind Rachel, her bandits, and the shadowy benefactor!

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