The Butcher



“I am the queen of every hive. I am the fire on every hill. I am the shield over every head. I am the spear of battle. Who but I am both the tree and the lightning that strikes it.”

Tomasyn White, was married to John White, the governor of the Roanoke colony. When John ventured off on a supply run, Tomasyn was left in charge, but rebellious colonists wanted to relocate the village inland for the winter. 

Tomasyn refused, so the insurgents — including her own son, Ambrose — banished her from the colony and left her in the forest to starve to death. She was there, alone in the woods, when she heard the rumblings of a wild boar headed for her.

 Convinced she would soon be dead, she began to pray, until the boar was suddenly killed by Scáthach. She magically removed the cage from Tomasyns head and offered her the raw pig heart in return for her soul.

 Tomasyn ate the heart and regained her strength. 

Then she returned to the camp and slaughtered the insurgents. She reluctantly spared her son, but reclaimed dominion over the colony, which then moved inland.

Ambrose objected to the sacrifices to the pagan deity, saying that his mother had turned her back on the Christian God, and he led a rebellion. Scáthach detailed a plan to her. 

Under the auspices of a special communion of repentance, the Butcher poisoned them all and stabbed her son, killing the colony and fettering their souls to the land. The last living mortal offered herself to Scáthach, who killed her, completing the dark sacrament.

Personality and Appearance

The Butcher has grey hair and is light-skinned. She wears a colonial dress and has been seen with blood, possibly human, on her face. She is the leader of her community and seems very hostile.



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