<strong>Bodicca <del>the Bodacious</del></strong>(https://www.myth-weavers.com/sheet.html#id=2108240)<div class="floatright">(https://cdn.discordapp.com/attachments/454074679238459412/669969374248960000/unknown.png)</div><br/>Bodicca don't remember much of her childhood. It was a lot of travelling from spot to spot and being chased away by angry villagers with torches and pitchforks, which one time ended up with them catching up and her whole family getting killed. She managed to escape into the wilds, stumbling about in the dark and finally tripping on a root and knocking herself out on a stone. The cliche'd amnesia followed and she woke up in a tiny hut in the forest with an old hag looming over her.<br/><br/>Wicca the Wicked Witch was a very old lady. Her name wasn't Wicca (it was Marabel), she wasn't wicked (just a little stern and recluse) and she wasn't a witch (more of a wise old healer). But she had a wart on her nose and a rather unfortunate laugh and this she had been deemed a witch and banished from Sandpoint a long long time ago. With her lived two 'apprentices', Veronica and Angelica, girls who wanted to be witches, for some reason. No matter how many times Wicca had told them that she wasn't a witch, they had stuck around, thinking that it was a test of their faith or some such. The old woman had finally relented and begun teaching them her old wise ways of healing, calling it witchcraft.<br/><br/>Wicca, Veronica, Angelica and the newly named Bodicca now lived together in the little hut. The young tiefling quickly realized that the witchcraft that was being done was more so rubbing leaves on wounds and making hearty chicken soups. Wicca quickly came to rely on her to actually be useful (the other two not so much) and Bodicca spent most of her days picking herbs or dressing up like forest monsters to scare off trespassers. It was... a good life frankly. Which was why it couldn't last forever. The old wise lady was, well, very old and a few years after the tiefling's arrival her health failed her and she died. Before she drew her last breath she spoke a weird prophesy (the only she ever had) to Bodicca:<em>Death comes for us all but once, but for you She will come twice.</em><br/><br/>Business resumed much like usual after that. Veronica proclaimed herself the new head witch of their 'coven' and Angelica became its treasurer. Bodicca humored them, mostly because they were great in bed, and resumed her daily tasks, gathering herbs and scaring away curious children. As years passed she gradually began tiring of her coven mates' laissez faire attitudes and began looking for an out. Not to mention it was kind of weird that they insisted on calling each other<em>sister</em>even in the tryst of a sweaty threeway. She often thought about where she could go and what she could do when she was out in the forest. But people weren't all that nice to her kind. Perhaps she was doomed to remain here with her... sisters.<br/><br/>On one such day in the woods she came across the carcass of a stag. It was a mighty big thing, with snow white fur. A murder of crows was already there, feasting on what they could get at. Among them was one with clear red eyes and as she approached it turned to her and... spoke, in Infernal.<span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: georgia;">I come for you once, Bodicca. Our bond shall remain til I come for you again.</span>Scared witless she fled from the scene back to her hut, trying to tell Veronica and Angelica, although they were too preoccupied with their crystals and fake spells to actually listen. What followed was a harrowing month of nightmares and trying to outrun the murder of crows that followed her everywhere. Slowly but surely she begun to realize that she was becoming powerful, imbued with actual witchcraft. One moonlit night when she was exhausted and extra surly she succumbed to a fever and collapsed outside. Surrounded by the crows she asked them what they wanted.<br/><br/><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: georgia;">Go to Sandpoint. Find your destiny. Welcome Death in your heart.</span>