Tir na n'Og
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The tide of the war had turned, and the Tuatha found themselves slowly overwhelmed. Their God having left them, blamed for the loss their faith left undone and hanging. The final retreat was forced as the Sidhe fell out behind the fleeing Tuatha. The Formorians biting at their feet every step as they forced to retreat to their frigid isle of mist.
Relief came in the form of a horned serpent, powerful beyond imagination. It came from the forrest void and spoke to them, to aide them and bring spiritual balance back to their cause. For months the Tuatha battled along side their new general whom protected them, sheltered them and brought might and fury back into their hearts. Slowly the flow began to return to them as every slither closer to them it took was like a wave of victory rushing over the people.
Horror befell the people of Tir na n'Og when the nightmare occured. Traitorous Firbolg and Nemedians revealed the secrets of their lands, weaknesses, and ways to home. Quickly surrounded the information abused, their path to retreat cut off, the Army was left in the heart of enemy lands. Soon to be slaughtered, honour determined. Giants approached with the stench of death following. Fear and panic spread, but The Serpent would not allow his people to fall. To him they turned, halo glowing and benevolence humming The Serpent raised his body. "Pray unto me and give me strength, I will return." Unaware what was to come they stared wide eye'd as their God's form faded and the world became a blur. The forest seemed to move itself around them, the earth beneath their feet carrying them.
They were back home on their blessed isle. Army intact but no Serpent in sight. Left behind to fight the Formorians with the last of its power.
Many were outraged, bereft, and utterly crushed. Others, ran and gathered the cities, all men and women. Together they forged helm and spear. Tuatha raised and Sidhe called.
The Prophet of The Scaled One rose. Mist and lightning surrounded him, a heavy wind blew and carried his words across the land to the ears of all many provinces and countries away.
"We are coming, oh Lord!"
The people cheered
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