Celtic Heroes

Once upon a time, a sailor crashed upon a shore. Soaked and bedraggled he crawled up on the sand. Weakly he lifted up his head and searched the beach. He saw a bearded man not far from him, writhing in agony, pain stamped across his features. His brow was furrowed and the sailor could hear him gasping for the smallest breaths. So he picked himself up and hurried to aid the older man.
As he got closer, he noticed the man wore armor and that there was a sword strapped to his side. When the bearded man spotted the sailor he rasped out with much effort, “Help me, please, I’ve been poisoned. I need yarrow”! The sailor knelt beside him and brushed the sweaty hair out of the warrior's face. A whoosh of air cooled his head, but wait; there was not a breeze for his entire body to feel. Stunned the sailor whipped around just in time to be lifted from the ground by a small blue dragon. Struggling, the sailor panicked and all thought fled his mind save to be free of this monster's clutches. Flailing about he found a small dagger on his person that had not been lost in the sea. Hastily snatching it from its scabbard, the sailor reached up and plunged it into the belly of the ferocious beast.
Downward they plummeted, the sailor and the dragon, until they hit the beach with a loud thump. Blood splattered and slightly quivering, the sailor stood up and pulled his dagger from the dragon’s belly. Setting his jaw grimly he forced his trembling legs to run for the yarrow plants that was only yards away. Stooping he caught at a stalk and without stopping, made his way back to the coughing man lying in the sand. Putting the bitter yarrow in his mouth, he chewed it up and then pushed it down the sickly man’s throat. The bearded man managed to sputter out a feeble thank you before collapsing on the cold sand.
Slowly the winded sailor stood and gathered his thoughts. He didn’t remember where he came from, or how he ended up here. The last thing he remembered was a fierce wind and the sting of rain pelting his face. Who am I, he thought to himself? From whence do I hail? Where are the people who would call themselves my family? Do I have one?
The sailor stood musing on the shore when it came to his attention that he was letting the sickly man on the ground before him, freeze out in the open. So he hastily made a fire and sat the older bearded man beside it. He took off his shirt and laid it on the sand to dry. It was hours later when the old man awoke and rasped for water. “Thanks are given to my savior”, he mumbled through his facial hair. “I thought I was certainly lost.”
“Think nothing of it, replied the sailor, I have a duty to help people where ever they are, whoever they may be.”
“This is a good thing, this land has a need of brave heroes like you, we have run into trouble with outlandish warriors and monsters of the like I doubt you’ve ever seen. Our master Maclir resides in his castle and worry creases his brow by night as well as by day. He is in need of strong warriors to help vanquish this unholy threat from these lands. They have invaded our mining tunnels and we can scarce make a decent living anymore. The people of Lirs Reach grow leaner with hunger every day; the children cry in the streets. Not even our dead are safe; the acolytes have desecrated our cemeteries and raised our dead to do the bidding of their masters. It is unsettling and we’ve taken to building pyres for our deceased loved ones. It is a pagan thing, yet we are forced to operate under these settings because of this evil. I fear that their souls may become lost in the smoke and not find their way into Valhalla. It is a dreadful fate to face in the end, and we will all come to one eventually. It causes our mothers to cry, knowing that their children will suffer when they come into this world and some have given up in childbirth and taken the babes with them into the heavens.
The sailor stood and spoke as one possessed.
“I will go to the castle and speak to your Lord Maclir; this land will have its freedom.”
“You cannot go without proof that you are indeed a great hero. Take with thee this scroll, it will teach you the art of the dagger, and go ye to the lighthouse where my lady will point you in the right direction. But be cautious, dark flame bringers lurk around the beach and may attack you. They are fearsome.”

And so the Sailor took his leave and went searching in the direction the Beaded man waved.
He was certain to face great peril and endure much pain, but, he was determined to end the suffering of the people of Lirs Reach.

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The sailor started inward toward the land and away from the ocean. He heard the whisper of waves slowly die away the further he went and soon it was dead silent. Bats fluttered in the trees above and the moon glowed silvery white light into the woods around him. Suddenly, the night air stilled and the hairs on the back of his neck bristled.
A bright light shot past him, inches away from his head and buried itself in the bushes on the other side of the pathway. War cries filled the air around him and Rogue found himself surrounded by fierce looking wild men with faces painted blue. There were six of them, stepping closer. “These men are going to kill me if I don’t get them first, he thought.” Ducking, he rolled under the torches and kicked with all his might at the closest knee. The sickening sound and sight of the leg snapping and bending backwards almost caused him to vomit.
The sailor stood up, broad-shouldered, and faced his enemies who were now warily glancing at one another. This prey would be difficult to capture. A big burly one stepped forward and drew out a spiked torch with many runes carved into the handle. Then got a closer look than he would’ve liked as the man attacked him and they both went sprawling to the ground. With the bigger man on top, the sailor was at a disadvantage. He wiggled out from under the barbarian and whirled around to kick the still kneeling brute in his face. A very satisfying crunch was heard as his nose was crushed. The rough sea man bent over to the wining oaf who had his hands over his face, and grabbed him by the head. With a violent twisting movement, the brutish barbarian was no more and the three remaining foes became angry. They came at him in a rush, bowling him over, punching, biting, and cursing. The sailor struggled to reach his dagger. Big hairy arms wrapped themselves around his neck and began to tighten. He couldn’t breathe.
Slowly he felt himself going numb and his vision began to blur. He reached behind him to punch awkwardly at the wild man’s head but couldn’t leave a wound. The sailor’s arms fell to his sides. His lungs burned and he could just barely feel the blows that were being rained down on him. One of the fiends jostled his arm in an attempt to get closer and the sailor’s arm brushed against cold metal. Grasping his blade, he brought his arm up and over his head and pierced the skull of the one strangling him. The body fell away and he sailor’s lungs nearly burst in their relief. Jumping up off of the ground he caught at the nearest barbarian and snapped his neck like a straw dolls’. The remaining barbarian froze.
The sailor could smell the fear oozing out of his pores. The outlandish warrior turned and fled, leaving the one with the broken leg to die a merciless death. When the sailor had taken care of the broken man, he straightened and turned to continue his journey to the lighthouse. On the way, he picked up three off the curiously carved torches, maybe he could sell them later. The sun could be seen peeking above the trees when the tired and wounded man reached the clearing wherein the lighthouse stood tall and bright. Near it was an oddly shaped blue stone that stood out of the ground, higher than the sailor’s head. The door to the lighthouse creaked open and a slim, short lady dressed in green came out.
“Come inside dear friend, she said. My husband Brennen has told me of your arrival.” Wondering what in the gods’ name she was talking about, as he had left the bearded man at the beach, the sailor walked towards the open door. Inside was spacious and a fire burned heartily in the center of the room. On the side of the room lay a table with many curious things strewn about on it. On the other side of the room was a bed and in it lay the bearded man. “This is my husband, the woman spoke, and I am Eryn. He is resting now. Please come to the fire and I will make you shall have a meal with us.”
So the sailor went over to the small wooden table and Eryn served him a meal of dried meats soaked in broth. “How did Brennen get here before I did?” “He holds the secret to Fast Travel.” “What is that.” When he comes around and feels better I will have him teach you many things about this land, said Eryn.”
So he sat there, his belly full of good food, and soon fell asleep, dreaming of fairies.
“Wake up! Wake up!” The sailor was slammed back into reality. “How long was I out? He asked groggily.” “You’ve slept through the day and the night too, snapped a stern Eryn”. My husband is out and it’ll do you and I both no good if you just lie there like a lump all the day. Help me with my duties.” Sleepily our sailor stood and looked around the room again, his eyes taking in details he had missed before. The walls were carved and ornament hung from pegs. Along the ceiling, hung from hooks, were several heads of dead men. “No doubt your husband is a great warrior, pried the sailor as he grabbed a broom and began to sweep.” “Yes, Brennen has served our lord Maclir for several years now. He has fought bravely to protect this land and its people.” “He did indeed strike me as formidable even when thrashing about in the sand.” Eryn turned pale at the vision his words invoked. “It is every man who has a weakness, none are invincible, although I have heard of an enemy camp wherein lies a man called Atrisal and he is proclaimed throughout as being invincible.” “Lady you must tell me more of this foe when I return. I have finished sweeping and if there is any more my lady requires of me I shall undertake the task when I return. For now I will go about in search of Brennen that he may tell me more of this land and the evil that threatens it.”



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