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Chapter I
Ireland & War.

From dark, stirring forests to the beautiful, bright Southeast, to the crowded, clamorous streets of the Dublin region, all of Ireland has been immersed in action over the past few weeks...and particularly...days.The specific incidents aside, there has been a distinct region in Ireland that has recently been of critical value to the nation...of crucial weight to the events that have so recently surrounded our Fair Isle. Over the past few weeks, the iron mines of the NorthEast have been a place of loud commotion...crowded with worker after worker, marching, disciplined in an almost soldier-like manner - their managers tightfisted - hauling the valuable material from the earth, into the hands of the learned men of government. As their brows become wetted with perspiration, and their burly arms ever stronger...they think not of fuel they produce. The authority they command, every time a piece of that iron is broken free from its place. The weapons they forge.

For it is not the story of the workers we are here to tell...it is the story of the warriors of Ireland, the men and women of unmatched fierceness who wield the weapons of the Northeast proudly, their valor unsurpassed.

War.

It is becoming our artform, almost the daily bread of the citizens of this Isle. Poet warriors, they say. The deep, resonating, pounding drums of the Irish soldiers heard from afar, above the cracks and booms of battle, the strong, melodic voices raising their anthem far into the colossal expanse of the heavens...then sudden silence. And in one split second, the sheer force and ferocity of Éire unleashed.

The rising strength of our country should primarily be attributed to one key, and consistent, event.

Rhode Island.



Upon this piece of training ground many battles have been waged, hundreds of thousands of fights exchanged. This is the sparring ground of several key countries, and consequently, their host of allies. From our homes in Ireland, the friendly lands of the USA, UK, and Canada, the deep forests of Romania, the Czech Republic, Bosnia and Herzegovina, Poland and Croatia, the eastern realms of Malaysia, Singapore, India and North Korea, the snow-caps of Switzerland, the icy mountains of Norway and Finland, the sands of Israel, the sunny hills of Spain and the isles of Greece...come invited soldiers from far and wide.

A movement of truly global proportions, these militaries gather to participate in mock battles, to collectively and cooperatively engage in what will forge the military capacities of entire governments.

And, largely thanks to Rhode Island, the capability of our own people reached a recent landmark of 3.00 average strength, climbing very rapidly.

However, if there has ever been a time where the Irish warrior has faced the heat most rigorously, it was in the days just gone by.

War in Ireland



"A wise man, in times of peace, prepares for war". ~ Horace

Nothing inspires greater valor on the battlefield than when the existence of the homeland lies in the balance. This is a feeling we all experienced very recently as Irish troops took up arms to “defend” what was originally considered Britain’s invasion of our region of The Shannon. To those who are still left in the dark as to what exactly happened, here's the official standpoint:

Its complicated.

As declared by Kumnaa, the eUK Prime Minister, several days ago...



This, of course, provoked nothing short of a furious retaliation on behalf of our countrymen. The defence of our nation was carefully coordinated by our own President, Nithraldur, who warned that sturdy resistance was indeed necessary, but recommended soldiers and citizens to refrain from spending much on what was considered the eUK’s “first”, and less critical, wave of assaults. Very soon after, in what sparked a outbreak of controversy, Nithraldur announced...



Some, unfortunately, did not approve of what they considered a dishonest and under-planned operation, and very abruptly proposed to impeach Nith. However, this move was defeated, as many believed that disadvantages aside, Ireland as a whole - as a political community and military presence - benefited from from the rare and unexpected camaraderie that occurred this day between the Irish and the British between the eUK, and from the huge range of military-related findings that have been established as a result.

The British and Irish "at war".


Aristotle, in a statement most fitting for the recent turn of events, observes...“War, as the saying goes, is full of false alarms”.

But onto a saying from one of our own.

As contributed by the good lady Grainne Ni Mhaille.

“I soar above the battlefield, the smoky air of Rhode Island buffers my glossy wings as I search for the men of Ireland. My realm is that of battle ecstasy, the bloodshed of fallen enemies, I exult in death! For I am the chooser of the slain, I rain awe and terror on the souls I shall destroy to aid the warriors of my native land. By their colours I know them, brave men of Éireann, amassed against the forces of the foreigner.



My beloved sons, fight for glory and strength, you shall see my sign and breathe free! 
Circling, spinning, bible-black, I cast my threatening shadow. Hush descends. Their army senses doom when I appear. Swooping, stretching my sharpened talons , I seize the shoulder of an enemy. Staring deeply into his startled eyes, I reach for the hidden fear inside. He is rendered helpless at the crucial point of battle. He is mine. He is lost. 
All is sinister now to see, a seething cloud covers the sky, the air reddens with the spurting lifeblood of the fallen, and my battle-women shall chant their song. One by one the coimhthíoch fall.

I delight in their death! Rejoice! 

I am The Morrígan, Irish goddess of sovereignty, battle, strife, and fertility. 


When I appear in the guise of Battle Raven, I influence all warfare with my dark magic and incantations from the ancient Gael. No enemy shall escape my wrath. I shall deprive him of the blood of his heart and the kidneys of his valour, for being here, he is already doomed.

I strike a flaming torch and lead their shadowy souls to the otherworld. 

Fág an bealach. Lasair romhuinn go buadh.

Clear the way! A flame before us to victory. 

We are free.”