Loyal to a fault, she embodies the best virtues of both the Slachta and Los Vagabundos.
Born and raised in the small village of Zabrze in Rzeczpospolita, Nikola Pietraszewska was always a free spirit. When she was not running herself to exhaustion along the snow-covered hills behind Zabrze, she was pestering the village priest for tales of the Slachta. Always a joyful child, she spent hours watching hussars on their way to fight back the latest Crescent incursion. She studied their every movement, but it was the officers’ szabla swords that interested her most. Sleek and strong, the szabla represented something more than the one who bore it. The saber represented courage, fidelity and honor. The traits of the Slachta.
When she came of age, Pietraszewska joined a force of conscripts bound for the Crescent front. The battle was fierce, but a shining light kept her small force together. In the center of the storm stood Henryk Walesa, a noble and a direct descendant of the ancient Slachta Hero, Jozef Walesa the Brave. Inspired, Pietraszewska fought for her faith, her people and her freedom. She battled her way to Walesa and swore to Theus he would fall only after she did.
At the height of the battle, when all was in the balance, Pietraszewska saw a nightmare out of legend stalking Walesa. It was a bogeyman from her children’s tales—an assassin from the east. Walesa did not see her. None had seen her but Pietraszewska, but how? She prayed to Theus for the strength to defend this man and noticed an odd white-and-purple mask at her feet. She donned it as she moved and felt its power blaze through her like a forest fire. She charged the assassin from behind and struck her with all her strength. The assassin fell, but not before grievously wounding Pietraszewska. When she awoke, the mask was gone, but the battle was won. Walesa held them together. Walesa saw them through.
In deep gratitude, he trained Pietraszewska in the ways of the warrior and gave her his ancient szabla. Pietraszewska never forgot the mask. She searched for it in her waking hours and dreamt of it while she slept. Then came the Golden Liberty, followed by the rebirth of the Slachta. Pietraszewska’s superb record secured her a position in the Slachta and she was visited by a masked man clad in purple the night before her induction. He wore the mask that she had worn the day of the battle. He explained that Los Vagabundos recognized her quality and that she would be an ideal choice to become one of the first Sarmatian Vagabundos. Come morning, she became a dual being, just like her Nation. She was now a Slachta... and a Vagabundo.
Nikola Pietraszewska is a dreamer and idealist. Loyal to a fault, she embodies the best virtues of both the Slachta and Los Vagabundos. Her freckled face is open and cheery, with ice blue eyes framed by luxurious golden hair. Heroes are likely to encounter Pietraszewska while she is guarding members of the Senat, or during one of her frequent goodwill missions to other Nations.