<div class="floatleft">(https://smite.gamepedia.com/media/smite.gamepedia.com/4/4f/T_CuChulainn_CC_Card.png?version=b4322db6979213a77218f8dcdb31cbb7)</div>Who: Cu Chulainn<br/>Where: Home -> The Palace<br/>What: Introduction<br/>With Whom: Fand (NPC) -> Open, Bigby mentioned<br/><hr/>Summons through a mirror; who doesn't have a mirror? Well, his wife was prone to avoiding them for some peculiar reasons, but the Fae were a capricious lot, but he got the message loud and clear. Evil afoot. Bad stuff going down. Warriors needed. That meant a challenge, and to be frank, there hadn't been a good challenge for the warrior in quite some time. No, not in a good long while.<br/><br/>Fand was beautiful, even by the impossibly ethereal standards of her kind; she quite literally floated across the ground as the two discussed things, blood<acronym title="in Celtic mythology, has a strong association with the Otherworld, as well as violence">red</acronym>dress with forest<acronym title="A color preferred by the Fair Folk, though the tendency is to have green be the main color, and not the trim">green</acronym>trim bristling about in a wind that did not exist. Her onyx<acronym title=" ill omen; a sign of death, illness, plague, bad luck, or the Unseelie Court.">black</acronym>hair shined in the dim lighting of their abode as she fussed over him, while he donned his battle gear. "You're not going to leave your children fatherless, are you?" "Of course not. I intend to win this. Have I ever lost a fight?"<br/><br/><br/><acronym title="another color strongly associated with the Otherworld, as well as death">Gray</acronym>heels clacked down on the ground as the<acronym title="Proper spelling of 'Banshee', i.e. a death-sensing spirit">Bean Sidhe</acronym>considered her husband. "Besides, there's a good chance Aoife will be on the other side. I still need to kill her." "As long as you don't bed her. That didn't go well last time." "Why do you think I turned down Morrigan?" Ahh, yes, the two could readily be identified as a married couple as they went back and forth with this seemingly endless bickering. "It's fine, Fand. I'll return. Maybe with a few heads to play hurley with." He said with a laugh.<br/><br/>The Fae woman bit into her wrist, and smeared blood on his face. Not red, as one might expect; but her blood was<acronym title="Faeries are almost never described as having red blood; many legends say it is white or green. White is yet another color associated with death.">white</acronym>, almost like chalk. She painted him up with a woad-like war-paint. "I'd be disappointed if you didn't, killer." She practically purred, and when done with her macabre markings, handed him his spear. "Go on, then. I must mind the children, and make sure they don't drink too much pollen punch."<br/><hr/>When he arrived at the castle, it was already geared for war; armor, marching boots, his monster-bone spear that could kill just about anything in one hand, a hurley stick in another, along with a small satchel of hurley balls at his side. And his face had a weird shimmering-magical-white glow to it of freakin' war paint, designed to evoke terror in those who peered at him; as if the geometric patterns constantly churned, as if alive, forming symbols of death. Skulls and bones, ravens, sarcophagi, burial mounds; symbols of war and strife like crossed swords, and snapped spears.<br/><br/>Understandably, first impressions with the servants don't go very well, because he looks like he's about five seconds away from slaughtering everybody, but things cool down when he introduces himself in an actually proper and formal manner, and mentions that yes, he did, in fact, come geared for war, because "That's the point, isn't it?"<br/><br/>When he's escorted to his room, he doesn't actually spend any time resting. Rather, he just spends it working out; also eating an exorbitant amount of food, which no matter what the servants and cooks do, is probably going to be bland to him. He's grown rather spoiled on Fae delicacies, which are not particularly healthy for mortal consumption, and rather difficult to acquire outside the Otherworld anyways.<br/><br/>Now, if Bigby is around close enough to 'feel' it, Cu Chulainn may actually register as an anomaly... this man doesn't actually seem to fear anything at all. Like, there is not giving a fuck, there is being too stupid, and then, there is Cu Chulainn who, whether it's just supreme arrogance or something else, just doesn't have 'it'. Except for one thing... friendship, ironically enough. He is, if one could forgive the pun, a lone wolf. Ever since what happened with his sworn brother, well, he's just never been able to have actual friends; that is precisely the singular thing he fears these days.<br/><br/>He doesn't even fear for his wife, or his children, because Fand is a<strong>death faerie</strong>.<em>People do not mess with Bean Sidhe for very good reasons. </em>Also, he's pretty sure that his son could decapitate someone with a wooden stick. Takes after his father. So, you know, they'll be fine.