by Dryst in Dark Ages Ceannlaidir had long been scorned by Glioca, and he returned the scorn with ravenous wars across her precious lands. Destroying the lives which she held dear to protecting. However, deep down Ceannlaidir knew that the art of war could not fully prevail across the land with Glioca's protection over it. Ceannlaidir brooded for countless nights like an ever vulture over his prey, awaiting the moment of death. But Glioca was a God just like he. He knew she could not cease to exist, so the wheels of deceit turned in his head. To an ancient grove he travelled and searched out an ancient herb. The herb had been outlawed from use in Temuair, but who was to stop a Deity from procuring it. Ceannlaidir knew that the hallucinigenic power of the herb woudl allow him the time to tr
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