"Once a proud warrior amongst her tribe, once a fervent representative of her culture and ancestral legacy, now the bane of her lineage, she who ran from the battlefield as her people were slaughtered by the canon's fire. as the iron rain poured upon them, drenching their golden fields in blood in one magnificent charge, the last thing her father was was the back turned of a coward, broken sword in hand fleeing the most honorable of deaths.

now she threads upon the world, haunted by her ancestors seeking her demise to right her wrong and bring her to the shameful hellish afterlife she deserves."

aaand there we go with this ancestral guardian barbarian, wanted to give it a lil twist because i found funny that mechanically speaking the subclass can truly be interpreted as your ancestors trying to get you killed by forcing the foe's attention upon you and you only.

this lovely lass now belongs to  HolySin