Purely out of interest, if she's so incorruptible, how did she get the quest to destroy the DB?Lady Bradamante, peerless Breton knight, defender of the faith and vanquisher of evil, white flame of purity in a savage and barbarous land. Neither lie nor sin nor subterfuge darken the blemishless lustre of the Lady Bradamante's noble spirit. She requires neither stealth nor clever tongue, for Lady Bradamante is the bulwark of protection which shields the innocent from evil's wrath and the clarion trumpet of her approach heralds doom for evil-doers. Wisely, the Companions have recognized her dauntless spirit by anointing her Harbinger. The mages of Winterhold have at long last recognized the supremacy of the Restoration school, for the Lady Bradamante and her holy healing touch stand at the head of their order. The Dark Brotherhood lies slain at her feet, and Alduin himself trembles at the thunder of her charge, for she brings justice on the glittering edge of her mighty greatsword.
Purely out of interest, if she's so incorruptible, how did she get the quest to destroy the DB?
I... I love you.After hearing whisper of rumour that a child in Windhelm was engaged in some form of foul pagan rite, Lady Bradamante was dismayed to find that this was indeed the case. Though the local local guardsmen knew of this -- indeed, they informed her of its occurance upon her arrival -- they permitted this sacrilege to continue. Lady Bradamante found this disturbed youngling engaged in the most horrifying of ceremony and put a stop to it.
In the course of speaking to the youth, Lady Bradamante was made aware that the purpose of this heathen rite was supernatural vengeance upon on old woman of Riften. The Maid of Might set out at once to ensure that harm did not seek out this poor woman.
In Riften, the Lady Bradamante was chagrined to discover that this old woman was a foul harridan of shrewish nature, whose poisonous tongue was loosed upon the innocent children in her charge. Outraged at such flinty-hearted perversity, Lady Bradamante attempted to have corrective words with this foul-mouthed virago, only to be rebuffed and berated with calumnies. It was clear that words alone would not suffice to deter the odious old fishwife, so Lady Bradamante fetched the vituperative harpy a cuff upon the cheek, that she might be chastened. The shame of being thus rebuked was more than the old beldam could endure, and she fell dead of mortification upon the floor.
The gendarmerie of Riften investigated the event, of course, but the Lady Bradamante was celebrated as thane in Riften for her dauntless good deeds, which was sufficient to convince all that she was, as always, justified in her action.
Some time later, an agent of the Dark Brotherhood had the unthinkable temerity to lay hand upon Lady Bradamante as she slept, transposing her slumbering form to a lonely shack in the northern wastes of Skyrim where the Maid of Might was awakened and enjoined to commit cold, calculated murder upon three innocent victims. Evidentally the heinous ruffians of the Dark Brotherhood erroneously believed the Lady Bradamante might be corruptible by dint of her righteous blow upon the person of the sneering ogress of Honourhall Orphanage. The keen edge of Lady Bradamante's mighty greatsword, Durandana, soon freed the Dark Brotherhood of such foolish misapprehension as swiftly as it freed the Dark Brotherhood's agent of her wicked head.