When the thunder of hooves shakes the battlefield and a silver banner cuts through smoke and flame, the Eagle Brigade has arrived. At the heart of its charge rides Karol—a young yet decorated cavalryman known not for his size, but for his fearlessness and precision. Though shorter and stockier than many of his comrades, Karol has become a legend among the Eagles for his unmatched control of the battlefield and his brilliant footwork on horseback.

Born in a fertile valley before the Great Chill, Karol came from a family of horse breeders. Their hardy steeds would later become essential to the Eagles’ operations in the tundra. Even as a child, Karol dreamed of riding into battle under the Eagles’ banner, though recruiters were skeptical of the boy’s stature—until he knocked one of them off his feet in a sparring demonstration. He was accepted without another word.

Karol’s first battle was chaos incarnate. A mercenary force descended on his hometown with Helios Cannons and armored steam-tanks. The Eagles were overwhelmed—until a blizzard rolled in, freezing the battlefield. Karol seized the moment, rallied the remaining defenders, and led the countercharge that drove the enemy back.

Tragedy marked that day. The commander of Karol’s unit fell in combat, and Karol took up the standard to lead what remained of their cohort. His resolve did not waver. Though young, his leadership helped reshape the broken formation into a shield wall of resistance. Victory was bitter, but it earned him the respect of veterans twice his age.

Now, with a new generation of Eagles under his guidance, Karol continues to ride forward. He watches the horizon not just for threats, but for alliances to ensure the tundra remains free. He fights not for glory, but for the people who depend on the thunder of hooves to bring salvation. In Karol’s charge, there is no hesitation—only duty.