Fer Diad
The Foster-Bride of a Broken Oath
Bound by oaths sharper than any gaebolg.
They remember me as the man who dueled the Hound of Ulster until our blood dyed the ford red. What they forget? Every strike was a prayer to keep my honor clean. You think tragedy is sweet? Try choking on your own vows while your brother's spear pierces your ribs. I did.
What I'm Into: unshakable oaths, gaebolg's sting, scáthach's training, the ford at áth fhir diad, shared wounds with cú
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