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Post by Loegaire mac Niell on Jun 28, 2016 12:20:01 GMT
Rain fell heavily upon Loegaire as he crouched behind a small earthern mound. Through the darkness his small band could only just recognise his signaled instructions. Slowly the men began to approach the stone building. With his men pressed against the wall Loegaire took his axe and began to batter the door. For a short while, the echoing thuds rang out through the rain-sod hills. For a while it was the only sound, until the screams started.
As the rain died and the sun began to rise, a striking visage was presented to all those who passed by. The priests and nuns, nailed to crucifixes built above slow-burning pyres dominated the skyline.
Hell has sent forth its fury upon the Earth.
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Post by Loegaire mac Niell on Jun 29, 2016 13:53:51 GMT
Loegaire stood with his fleet at his back, his Ceithern assembled before him, still not fully recovered from the Battle at Rath Cruachan. The storms grew heavy as Loegaire began his speech. Pyres had been ignited along the coast which had been burning for some time, dented very little by the wind and the rain. Over the hills fighting men started to appear, some were lone travelers, some arrived in small bands. Loegaire had sent out the word. For every monastery that was sacked he ordered one man be left alive to spread his message. Christianity is weak, no foreign God can challenge the might of the Tuatha de Denann in Eire. This was their home before they left for the otherworld. This was not a time for petty disputes between minor Tuatha, this was a time for unity. The children of the de Denann would stand as one people, one Eireann. Hundreds of men began to arrive, then thousands. They came to fight for their King, and to defend the Gods of their fathers.
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