#uathach

Manipulate: Uathach

Malewife: Cú Chulainn

Gaslight: Medb

Gatekeep: Ferdia

Girlboss: Emer

Cu Chulainn: Killing his own son

Emer: Being told her husband has Love Sickness, telling him to go fix that problem, and then being surprised at what fixing Love Sickness entails.

Conchobar Mac Nessa: Literally, his entire career

Conall Cernach: Getting his ass kicked by a 7 year old

Medb: Gathering the biggest army the continent had ever seen, only to get curbstomped by a 17-year-old

Scathach: Honestly, a lot of Scathach's career is a cringe compilation, but special shoutouts goes to failing to drug a 6-year-old.

Aoife: Getting her ass kicked by a 6-year-old (or maybe a 10 year old, if you're being generous)

Uathach: Selling out her mom's time of vulnerability so a demigod she had a crush on could go threaten said mom to get engaged to Uathach (this one could be considered a power move though)

Fergus Mac Roich: Getting his sword stolen while in the middle of cucking Ailill

Ailill: Accidently hampering Connacht's war effort by stealing Fergus' sword as a haha funny joke

Connla: Being so short he needed to stand on two pillars to reach the height of an adolescent girl (Cu is described as being the height of an adolescent girl by Medb)

Laeg: Nothing, Laeg did nothing wrong

One of the benefits of having his own place to retreat to was that he never had to worry about running out of hot water, a fact that, despite the lateness of the hour, he was taking full advantage of at present. Steam rises gently above the tub as Idristan hastily undresses, leaving blood-streaked clothing in a heap to be dealt with later. He then lets out a contented groan as he sinks down into the near scalding water, the heat helping to soothe his aching muscles. It had been a long day and an even longer night, and at this point he was just grateful to Halone that he was finally home.

He lets his head fall back, simply closing his eyes and lying there, savoring the moment--before he finally sighs softly and picks up a scrub brush to start attacking the more stubborn bits of dirt and blood that clung to him. Not his blood, this time; instead it was all voidal, which meant that he really did want it off him as soon as possible. While he was fairly sure that it only had an effect if he consumed it, he didn’t want to take chances.

Talking with Corcair helped me so much, I will always remember what he told me. But all the stories couldn’t answer my question, why was my dream of Trahearne? Other sylvari dream of places to visit or goals to achieve. Why did I dream of someone already dead?

That night I left the safety of the Grove, maybe visiting the places Trahearne touched would tell me what I need to do. I didn’t get far before arriving at Caer Astorea and running into a wall named Captain Uathach. She tried stopping me from venturing further into Caledon Forest. 

Outside, the salt air is bracing, but below decks  the stench of death, waste, and unwashed bodies is overpowering. Throughout the ship, crew members lie in twisted heaps, their faces contorted in horror and their bodies devoid of aether. Standing in the dim hold, Mirette gazes at an assortment of large cages, each crammed with filthy, wretched children.

Most of the youngsters are huddled together, either hiding their faces or staring at Mirette in terror as she lets her latest kill crumple to the floor. But a few of the bravest stand as close as they may, their little hands wrapped around the bars of their cages as they gaze at Mirette with awe… and hope.

One Lalafell girl with matted green hair and huge brown eyes catches Mirette's attention. There's something very determined in the way she holds herself - kidnapping and enslavement haven't broken her spirit yet.

"What's your name?" Mirette asks her, stepping over the body of her victim as she approaches the cage.

The Lalafell offers her a tremulous smile. "Loloka. Have you come to take us home?"

Mirette frowns. Home? The word echoes in her mind, conjuring images of a life long past. Home. Yes, she'd been acquainted with that word, once. But she suspects it means something different for her than to these shivering youngsters.

Killing slavers was her only goal today. Feeding on aether and crushing predators - most of them men - was her idea of a pleasant way to spend the afternoon. But she didn't plan this far, somehow. Bast had told her about the slavers and sent her on her way to feed, but he never told her what to do with the children. Maybe he'd expected her to feed on them, too.

Tempting. Very tempting. There are ample food sources here, many of them on the verge of blossoming into aether-rich adults. But there's something about the expression in Loloka's eyes that stops her. This girl clearly considers Mirette to be her savior.

What would it be like, playing the hero? How would it feel to know that she had saved lives instead of consuming them?

"I've just killed all the crew," Mirette says slowly, a plan forming in her mind. "Can any of you help me get this ship to shore?"

Loloka smiles. "Many of us are Limsan. We can manage."

Badass Mythical Women and Creatures → Scáthach

In the Ulster Cycle of Irish Mythology, Scáthach (“The Shadow” or “Warrior Maid”) is a warrior woman and martial arts teacher that runs an instructional school for young warriors, called Dún Scáith. She taught the Ulster hero Cú Chulainn, and gave her deadly spear, Gáe Bulg, to him. She also blessed the marriage of her daughter, Uathach, to Cú Chulainn.