War feeds off of innovation, growing out of and consuming it like a mold, life prolonged and perpetuated by the devouring. Even wars in the world of the dead function by way of this gluttony. Whether from some subconscious remnant of her riveted life or simply an unending and exacting instinct, Duchess (she/her) had known of this ever since she first came into Underland. From her beginnings as a footsoldier, she was always cultivating one innovation on the side: a fungus, fed from her own flesh and then transferred to all manner of her fellow footsoldiers, binding their minds to her command—the Duchess Fungus. Soon they would send themselves to the underwocks with abandon, all with a simple thought-order. 

It was terrifying, and it was brilliant. So brilliant, she was quickly elevated to High Templar, head of all the White Order’s military might—Big Betty Duchess. Best of all, she was soon being given all manner of the most formidable Underlanders the Order could find, all to be reduced to mindless beasts of war: innovations.