Post by Muirchertach Somhairle on Aug 1, 2020 9:35:32 GMT
[WIP: Will try my hand at a map later on.]
Turn 1
By the hand of Larcwide of Gododdin.
A land of blanket bog, moorland, rolling hills, high mountains, lochs and fjords, Caithness is considered a beautiful land by those inhabitants who think upon such things. Sadly most of those living in this land need constant vigilance for raiders and attackers, both living or undead. Thus leaving little time to appreciate the beauty of their refuge. A refuge it truly is for this land gathers the Lothian clans driven out by their southern neighbours generations ago. As well as disparate groups from other peoples who for their own reasons sought sanctuary in these lands. A last refuge we would call it, for beyond is only sea and driving gales, and the Orkney Islands held by Dwarves most dour.
Caithness is named after the Cait, strongest of the Lothian clans. Cataibh in the Lothian tongue. There are many such clans in these lands, their strength in this fallen age is but a shadow of their old self. Callaibh is what Muirchertach's fellow brethren named it, 'among the strangers'. A name fitting as well for a land where disparate outcasts of the north gathered, whether those who lived by the sword, or those such as the Lothians themselves. Whatever the name this land was plagued by the never ceasing strife that seemed to roil up the Lothian descendants. While they quarelled over meaningless titles and faiths having long lost their imporance, the scattered peoples of the area suffered.
My writing reflects the change upon the land though now, the comet in the sky awakened those of the old lines - Muichertach was one of them. Might he be the one to bring strength to these tragic lands? Denoting his change in mood I find myself asked to chronicle these lands and those who live in them.
Cait, Cennelath, RuaidhrĂ, Munait, Rothaic, Aoidh, Mhoire, Choinnich, Guinnich, Gòrdanaich. These are the names born by the kinsmen of the major clans, those names I have gathered so far.
Turn 1
By the hand of Larcwide of Gododdin.
A land of blanket bog, moorland, rolling hills, high mountains, lochs and fjords, Caithness is considered a beautiful land by those inhabitants who think upon such things. Sadly most of those living in this land need constant vigilance for raiders and attackers, both living or undead. Thus leaving little time to appreciate the beauty of their refuge. A refuge it truly is for this land gathers the Lothian clans driven out by their southern neighbours generations ago. As well as disparate groups from other peoples who for their own reasons sought sanctuary in these lands. A last refuge we would call it, for beyond is only sea and driving gales, and the Orkney Islands held by Dwarves most dour.
Caithness is named after the Cait, strongest of the Lothian clans. Cataibh in the Lothian tongue. There are many such clans in these lands, their strength in this fallen age is but a shadow of their old self. Callaibh is what Muirchertach's fellow brethren named it, 'among the strangers'. A name fitting as well for a land where disparate outcasts of the north gathered, whether those who lived by the sword, or those such as the Lothians themselves. Whatever the name this land was plagued by the never ceasing strife that seemed to roil up the Lothian descendants. While they quarelled over meaningless titles and faiths having long lost their imporance, the scattered peoples of the area suffered.
My writing reflects the change upon the land though now, the comet in the sky awakened those of the old lines - Muichertach was one of them. Might he be the one to bring strength to these tragic lands? Denoting his change in mood I find myself asked to chronicle these lands and those who live in them.
Cait, Cennelath, RuaidhrĂ, Munait, Rothaic, Aoidh, Mhoire, Choinnich, Guinnich, Gòrdanaich. These are the names born by the kinsmen of the major clans, those names I have gathered so far.