[Medium Sized Model - 25mm Base]

[Presupported with LYS files in 32mm & 75mm Scale]

A smuggler of the Rossa Cartel who was tasked with retrieving shipments of Liturium taken from the front lines during the Liturium War. During one such operation, a remnant of Leacianan forces discovered her, attacking with desperate fury. In the assault, both her legs were severed by Arcane Glaives. Though she survived the ordeal, she held little use to the Cartel in her state. After attempting to take her own life, twice, Skilet, the leader of the Cartel, opted to send her to the Baldurian Branch in Grimgate, where part of his team had worked closely with underworld artificers with experience in artificial limbs. Here, her new legs were forged, and she became a productive member of the Cartel once again, under Marchese di Houf’s leadership.

Born in the remote village of Sillhide and raised in the slums of Tradver, Priscilia’s family became staunch supporters of the Rossa Cartel when Skilet established his Sanctuaries in the city’s northern ghettos. The Cartel provided protection and stability in a place that had previously been fraught with crime and chaos. To children like Priscilia, they were seen as peacekeepers: a force of order, something to be admired. Many of her peers found their way into the Cartel’s lowest ranks even in childhood, and like a lemming, she followed them.

The earliest days were thrilling, smuggling contraband past guards into the city walls, climbing roof tops and slinking through alleyways to lose the law. But as she grew older and her services were seen as more invaluable, her job as a smuggler became one with higher risks, but the same rewards as before, being on the lower rungs of the cartel. Pay that puts her above the peasants and lower craftsman of society, but nothing that would buy her a manor or a luxurious apartment in the city walls.That was until an opportunity presented itself that was the highest risk she would undertake thus far, but with the highest reward: smuggling Liturium from the frontline of the ongoing Liturium War, and stowing it on transport bound back to Tradver. The pay was enough to buy ten manors within the city walls, but when all was said and done, Priscilia would have given up every coin if it spared her from the suffering that consumed her to see that wealth. 

Near the waning days of the Liturium War, in its final few months, Liturium began to become more common as both sides grew desperate to bring their foes to heel. It was in these final weeks of rabid warfare that Priscilia was ambushed, scouring the corpses of a small skirmish for small stashes of Liturium on Belfrian officers. It was here that she was set upon by the same Leacianan patrol who had slain those she looted, and in the fighting both her legs were severed by the arcane glaive of a Leacianan Marshal. Before they could deal the coup de grace, a Coalition squad descended on her ambushers, rescuing her and providing her aid, before she was eventually extracted by the Cartel when they had learned what happened to her.

The following months, despair smothered her. All purpose in her life was lost with her legs, she could do little more than lie in bed and crawl about like a sickly leper. Twice she tried to take her own life, once by drowning in the Tradver canals, though was pulled out by a fisherman. The other time was in Skilet’s office in the Crescent Moon casino, begging for some sort of field work beyond the mind numbing task she had been given of logistics coordination, a pity job given to her out of guilt for her condition. When she prepared to roll from the fourth story window, Skilet pulled her back in. There he told her there was a slight chance for hope, in a group of secretive renegade artificers the Cartel had been coordinating with in Baldur. By calling in a favour, he could maybe arrange a meeting, and see about a new pair of legs to be made for her, but in exchange she would be at their beck and call, and be bound to the service of Marchese di Houf, leader of the Baldurian Branch of the Rossa Cartel.

Elated and any prospect of a future, Priscilia accepted. That was two years ago, and in that time much has changed in the Cartel. Whilst the renegade artificers crafted her legs, they soon after instigated a rebellion that plunged the kingdom of Baldur into a state of civil war, shortly after Skilet’s own demise back in Belfrie. Now she is loyal to whatever Marchese commands, having found him an admirable leader in her two years of service under him.