Years past, she served as a frontline Sergeant within the Bulwarks, at the borders of the Ashen Wastes. Standing in staunch defiance against the endless horrors that poured forth from that blighted land, the Stockade stood firm until she could no longer bear to stay trapped this cage of attrition. Absconding from her vows of Penitence, the Stockade escaped to wander the lands as a sellsword, plying her martial talents in service of the weak, what happened on her travels are unclear, but her ennui never left her, and in fact drew her into the dark embrace of the Tormentor Cults.
Bringing an uncharacteristic discipline to her cult’s activities, the Stockade fights with the drilled efficiency of a military commander. Employing tactics beyond what is commonly expected of the normally rabid and zealous cultists. Misdirection, pincer moves and tactical restraint are the hallmarks of her shadowy war.
