Beileag MacDhùghaill

Goliath / Barbarian

Submitted character story

You are the strategist who rode Old Yost's Cart and faced the Iron Matron with patience, not fury. The dark mountains took your war party and left you alone to crawl home past their frozen bodies. Every swing of your greataxe repays a debt to warriors who will never feel fire's release. Tables remember the barbarian who plans, who survived when heroes fell, who turns grief into something sharp.

Defining moment: A group of tribal warriors, a war party sent to fell a great enemy in the cold north. Set upon by dark, sorcerous enemies, her comrades were all slaughtered, only she survived. She dragged her battered and broken body out of the mountains and back to the highlands, haunted by the souls of those she left unburned, frozen in the snow.

Already paid the price