Lady Lealard

In the icy regions of the North Sea lies the frosted, fanciful "dessert" island known as Vanihalla—the home base of the seafaring Snowmad Clan. It is here where Lady Lealard—the mountainous 'Matriarch' of the Snowmads—resides and rules over her subjects not with an iron fist, but a fat, blubbery flipper. Beloved by the Snowmads, she spends her days lazing and feasting to her girthy heart's content, with her loyal otter "Shellmaidens" tending to her every, weighty whim. But don't let her lethargic, bleary demeanor fool you; She's certainly no pushover (especially with all of that blubber). This lumbering, lard-laden leopard seal knows how to throw her weight around, especially in battle. And with her three "Shellmaidens" armed and ready to aid her, this is one fight that really takes the cake.

Lady Lealard is a force of nature (and gluttony) not to be reckoned with. However, if a challenger is ready to "rock," then Lealard will certainly be ready to "roll"...over her opponent, that is. While she may not slide as "gracefully" as she'd like to, she can become quite the powerful 'steamroller' if need be. Her "hefty hopping" also proves invaluable on the battlefield. And although she's "gravitationally-challenged" when it comes to jumping, a "hop, skip, and a THUD!" on one side of her glacial arena will surely help "tip the scales" in her favor. Of course, with all of that girth jostling around, it's bound to "shake things up" in battle. In this case, it helps build up one her gnarliest attacks: Her breath. Lealard's never been known for having proper dental hygiene, so why start now? In fact, why not "weaponize" it? And that's exactly what she does with her horrid, unladylike belches. With her bellowing blasts, she pollutes the arena with plenty of potent "gas bombs" waiting to blow. If the 'skulls and crossbones' aren't enough of a deterrent, then the stench surely will be. With all of these attacks in her ample arsenal, it's no wonder she reigns supreme with all of her glutted glory.

Lady Lealard is in her icy den, surrounded by barrels and jugs. Her three shellmaidens are with her, armed with spears.