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EricTheWolf1 -> RE: The Wolf Clan-That John Norman Forgot To Write About (12/27/2010 6:18:29 PM)
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Page 1 (Continued)<<The lower Breheny Nobility>> "Me Lord and King William Eirc, this day will be remembered and wrote down of how you bravely with our forces rode into this war that was started unfairly by those Connaughten Varlets; the Middle Irish and South Mid Westerly Irish Clans all back you and us. Why then does not King Arthur Pendragon and his British Forces that aided us before, come here now to help us??" <<King William Eirc Breheny looks about himself abit testily>> "Oh Aye is that what you think then as supposedly my Higher Nobility Barrons and some Marquis??? If yea wottist this then cross over ta' Connaughten Family lines and join them in their fight against me with their rabble! I will tell you true shall I; you see King Arthur Pendragon had far exceeded his stay in Ireland he did......most outside Ireland could not accept her Queen Gweniyivere MacDarmaid as King Arthur's wife and fewer still accepted a very much HIGH KING PENDRAGON amongst the feuding Britons themselves. Yet why we must fight on in a war that we cannot win against is to show our enemies that power grubbing will not be tolerated amongst ourselves no longer nor in Briton, this constant feuding.......we have had a rude awakening with the Mercians of the Gothic Tribes that had been kicked out of Eastern Europe and from the Roman Christian Empire for nothing but defending their homes and clantribes. King Arthur Pendragon mercifully relocated them as he did us, knowing that the day would come when we might live together in a combind kingdom that time would forget but for a brief time of nearest I would say of the future perhaps for 300yrs that the Kingdom Of The Lion Cities and those like us that remember them will carry on their memories. But if we fail to prove the point to the Connaughtens that they shall need us in the future then we are lost and condeme ourselves and we all should be slaughtered so my High Nobles underneath me remember this day exactly for out fate is at hand." Saying no more and with a salute of his hand to his eyebrow, King William Eirc Breheny rides into a great last battle against the Connaughten Family Tribes and the Pictish Tribes as well as the Norse Rebel Barbarians whom want plunder and the destruction of all true and fairminded men.
4 days later, after much bloodshed and chaos; several tribal strongholds of the Breheny Kingdom at RedBay Ireland are sacked though the people have fled taking what they can, villageholdings over run and a sad possession of men carry King William Eirc Breheny to his tomb his body being wrapped in clean linen and carried in a pine coffin to be laid in a stone coffin in the family cave tomb on a peak of a hill above the burning stone clanfort of the Brehenies. A younger man of some 22 years looks on as his father's body is being carried away, his heart rages at the death of his father but Eirc MacFergusson Breheny remembers his father's last words before he left the stone hillfort castle, "My Son; this day of the 4th day of our last war will see me becomming more than I could hope to be as a man. Aye much more, an irish manwolf I will become because of the Connaughten Family's betrayal, Aye they poisoned my wife but she came to me in a vison scratching my shoulder saying, "My husband my Lord and King; those that have killed me and whom try to kill you and destroy our lands shall fail, for if you diest then you shall avenge all of us for now I mark thee as a Wolfman Of the Irish Wolf of Legend so sayest those that have gone on before to become our irish gods and goddesses. For Thou shall turnest when yea wishes to deal with those that war against you in a week of a full moon." " "Oh then my wife dissappeared when I had looked around but the wound in my shoulder glowed red and I knew then what our forefathers wanted me to do; it is sad but must be done, hark thee my son and listen to the talk amongst the Connaughtens as their good men and women fall to the claws and fangs I shall grow and use if they kill me in these next 4 days." With that King Eirc William Breheny rode off but with a handshake of his son's hand, passing a redgold medallion into his son's hand with a carving in the gold of a bounding hunting wolf. So now when his Lord and King Father was being carried into the family tomb cave and placed in the stone coffin, the younger Eirc MacFergusson Breheny shed few tears but his face beheld a deeper determination that few seeing him this day could view without being unsettled as to the source of his face of determination.
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