The Field Marshal of Baldur, the ruler of the nation’s military, second only to the king himself. Kurt Williams has held this title for some thirty years, almost as long as the sovereign himself. Thus, Williams has become the face of Baldur’s modern military, his visage etched into propaganda posters across the nation: a face instantly recognisable by all. Now he is poised against his most dire challenge since the attempted coup of five years prior: his city under siege. The impregnable Grimhelm, the mightiest military installation in Tharador. In regular circumstances he would find such a task a trifle, but recent events have led these to be anything but regular circumstances. His mind is burdened and weary, slowly beginning to slip into states of unfettered rage and unbridled madness.
