• mature maga; 85y+ in 1242
• will tend to encourage and support Una in any event
• broad knowledge of the Order and the tribunal, but no authority in political matters

Una’s backstory

Approaching and examining Sláine including actually smelling her, one of the witch’s female companions, said “Mór, she stinks of the gift.” The Witch approached, looking at the angry little girl again. Sláine tried to strike her but her arms would not obey. “Clean her face,” the witch told her companions imperiously, which they quickly obeyed. “It is her,” The witch said absently to herself, then, “Tie her up and gag her. She’s coming with us.”

Apprenticeship

Brought to Mór’s sanctum, Sláine ws left tied up while her new master set about performing some dark ritual, marking a circle around the edge of the room. When she was done, Mór cut off Sláine’s braid and she was finally untied and ungagged, told to stay, and Mór left. Seeing her chance, Sláine bolted for the door only to find she was blocked by the circle as if it were a perfectly smooth wall. She spent a year in that room, learning of her new life, being taught Latin by a tutor brought into the ward, learning that while Mór was tough and demanding, she also had moments of kindness. Mór “opened her arts” and a new world opened before her. Mór was quite disappointed that she had very little facility with Perdo, the art of Mór’s greatest skill. Her parens had very strange religious habits and Sláine could hear an odd singing constantly. “Come,” Mór said, sometime after she had been there a year. When Sláine stopped almost automatically at the circle, Mór laughed, “I destroyed the circle almost a three months ago. It will not bar you but I have your plait and I will be able to find you and return you should you decide to run.”

Once her confinement was over, Sláine enjoyed much of her time there, at the very least it was a world better than her Uncle’s in Ostmantown. She was constantly learning something, lessons in the spear, in Latin and Artes Liberales, singing instruction but then mandatory duty providing the songs that keepFinn MacCumhaill asleep, and one season a year her master would teach her some aspect of the Hermetic Arts. Her time working in the lab with Mór was interesting but she much preferred being outside, fighting with spear or throwing knives with one of the covenfolk. Those fifteen years passed quickly, but she missed the dogs of Dublin and sometimes cried herself to sleep when she thought of the day she met Mór. Mór also taught her secrets of a group within the order and house that she belonged to, The Cult of Mercury. Mór professed to be a Priestess of Victoria-Nike in the three-faced guise of the three Morrígna. Mór confessed that she had been granted a vision of Sláine before their first meeting and that this was why she had taken her as an apprentice. She never did tell Sláine what that vision entailed though. To Sláine, all this pagan stuff sounded just as foolish as the Christian rules and rites that her uncle tried to make her believe through the threat of violence though, surprisingly, Mór did not utilize those methods of “conversion.” So she learned the pagan rites, practicing them merely to not upset her master.

When her fifteen years of apprenticeship were coming to a close, Mór presented Sláine with a spear, a shield, and a cloak reminiscent of a hooded raven. Sláine was to wade into an ongoing battle, fighting whoever was in front of her to get to the noble at the head of the fighting, then give him a prophecy. While she was wounded during her gauntlet, she was able to deliver the prophecy then escape. When she returned to Mór, gauntlet complete, Sláine took the name Una.