Just Dagda and his entourage had they left Thule, the Dark Lord gathers the most formidable war council that has brought Nemedian. Returning to the land of free people Tuatha De Danann, Dagda sent all his followers in their homes to notify their people. It had to be notified of all the threatening shadow of the confrontation that would inevitably occur. All had been ordered to prepare harnesses and weapons.
Then my young friend, Brug Na Boyne Findias, Murias, Gori and other cities Falia fabulous whose name escapes us still were subject to unusual stirring events preceding the dark. Tuatha De Danann and humans usually so full of joy equipped themselves for battle. If the price of peace was war, it would be so and everyone would give his blood for the middle ground and in the name of Dagda.
But, my child, away from the horrors of war fever that far wiser intoxicated, ran a strange advice. After a serious dialogue between Dagda, Lugh, Goibniu, Nemed, Diancecht, Oghma Lars first supreme ruler of the Goblins and mages the most erudite and enlightened planning, these illustrious lords, went to the realm of Gruagachs. Apart Dagda and his entourage, none of those who remained in the territories free to organize their defense had been wrapped in secrecy because of the departure, not even Dana.
The coasts of middle earth, usually so peaceful, were facilitated by the swarming incessant dark centipedes formed by Balor's evil cohorts. Harnessed, howling, foaming drool a rage born of long instilled by the Dark Lord were all excited at the idea of annihilating the opponents they hated so much. Yes my son, the brothers went back to draw blood from their own, the shadow had come to sow disorder that would now be impossible to erase memories.
Helmets to bronze headdresses, breastplates of bronze swords, axes and pikes were bristling steel aggressively their glow hate this pathetic and monstrous giant with tentacles and disorderly movements. Turquoise sea and usually so serene was now thrown into a multitude of vessels and skiffs that three times ten people together would have been difficult to count. Their sails half drowned in a magical mist woven by necromancers Formoirés Fir Bolg and left eye, however, clear marking their unique texture of its dark luster bad.
0 comments:
Post a Comment