Badb The Fury

[Dept of PMM Artists & things]

Badb was an inpatient, moody child, prone to loud, fearsome tantrums. Her loyalty, however, was absolute. When necessary, she could follow orders as stubbornly as any twenty-year veteran. As she grew older, she enjoyed the practice of warcraft as an outlet for her fustrations. Her swordsmanship was adequate, but Badb's weapon of choice was the warhammer that she wielded or threw with great accuracy.

A favorite tale of Bruna's is that of a seven-year-old Badb hurling chamber pots at the invading Flame worshippers during the initial invasion. The child had stood with Brigit just behind Bruna on the steps until she was overrun. Falling into a bezerker frenzy, Badb clawed, scratched, and bit at the attackers until the Elven force arrived and dispatched the remaining foes.

Badb followed Brigit to Oberon, but felt a deeper calling within her. Appealing to the warrior-guardian god Donnar, Badb asked for guidance. Donnar swept her away in a tempest and brought her to a mountainous land where the native people struggled against demonic monsters that swarmed into their land from the north. The short stocky people had crude metal weapons and far more courage than tactics. Badb used her training to form them into an army that pushed the monsters back into the desert wasteland of their origin. Badb stayed with her adopted people, teaching them all she knew of weapons, tactics, and combat. When she died the Dwarves carved a tomb deep within the earth for her final resting place. The location of Badb's tomb is currently unknown.