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Welcome to the Tuatha De Danann guild hall.

The Tuatha De Danaan are a roleplay guild on the Percival server, in the game Dark Ages of Camelot. We are a small clan, focused on honor, friendships, and casual gaming. We are also honored allies in the Cairdeas na Hibernia (Friendship of Hibernia) roleplaying alliance.  We enjoy both the lore of the ancient Celts, as well as the lore created and encouraged within the Hibernian realm of DAoC. Please feel free to take a look around, and post any questions or comments about our guild to the Message Board.

-Aidel Milidh-
Ard Coyrlagh, Tuatha De Danann
Friendshi Hibernia

Legacy of the Lost King

It seemed fitting that an autumn leaf should blow across the steps as the wee Champion entered the quiet Guild Hall.

She smiled and picked up the colorful leaf, admiring its beauty. For many moons now, her thoughts seemed to always be drawn to such things.

Another season gone, a sleep ahead, but then -- as with all of Danu's wonders -- an awakening.

She smiled and placed the leaf in her journal.

She sat at the big oaken desk near the firepit, and began to write. It was hard. Even after many long days of pondering, she still didn't know where to begin. How do we wake up?

So she just began....

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M'Lord Riffken,

Sir, we know not where ye went, nor if ye are ever coming home. We keep the fire burning, we do.

Even when it seems to only be embers, someone shows up and puts a few more logs on. In Danu's name, we remain steadfast, and distinguish ourselves as the oldest clan in these lands. Lord Rhunach, Lady Skye - they stood in your name and maintained our legacy.

Not one day has passed since ye founded the clan that the Tuatha De Danann were not here, guarding these lands and showing honor to Hibernia. Now it is my turn, and I do my best.

Danu has taken ye from us, but she still reigns true in our heart. But alas, sir, in the long times since your vanishing, many of our people have scattered to the winds. Some said good byes, some disappeared into the mists without a trace just like you, and others joined new tribes and became citizens in new families, though I am certain they all hold Danu close to their hearts.

But M'lord, our clan has faded. I am no King.

I am but a small soul in a sea of souls and we are but a small voice in a land of many voices.  We hold Danu's promise up for all to see, and there are a few of us who will never leave her side. But we are few. There are many new souls who have never heard of us, or our legacy, or the ways of Danu.

The ones you left as Stewards have seen the Tuatha De Danann become a small clan. We did try sir, but the winds of change are strong, and these lands are harsh. Our people now sleep. Perhaps we also waited too long for your return.

I do know, however, that Danu's children are still out there, in all shapes and guises. I know there are many who are seeking a clan, a friendly hearth to call home. But sir, I don't know how to find them. It was ye who called us all home the first time. Ye did not teach us the call before you departed on your journey.

And I am not a King -- only a Steward. What if I do not have your powers to call the people forth? We no longer have enough generals to muster an army, nor enough troops to win the battles we face. But perhaps it's time for that to change. Perhaps our days of waiting for ye are over, and we should live up to your legacy instead!

So how, sir, do I bring Danu's children back to her? How do I restore our peoples without your wise help? How do the few Tuathans that still roam bring these lost souls home?

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Aidel stopped writing, furrowing her brow.

She pounded the desk with her wee fist angrily and muttered, "I am no King, I am just a lurikeen lass wearing too much armor. What can I do? What can any of us do? And I'm certain writing a letter to nowhere won't help either..."

It wasn't right, what she was writing, but she still didn't know the words.

She thumbed through the aged guild roster, the pages and pages of history, noting all the fine names from times past: Riffken, Suravye, Erwan, Impreza, Taranis, Taranas, Lunias, Aidan, Onyn, Lilalis, Cliona, Aine, Bevan, Demondrega, Shoronk, Daelin, Laacha, Dato, Kyrre... the  names caused a lump in her throat, for all the children now lost.

She railed against herself for the thousandth time. What did they do wrong? Why had the clan fallen to such small numbers?

But then she noted the other names: Bindl, Pongo, Waerf, Saacha, Rhunach, Iaevir, Fearghail, Skye, Krow, Tchai, Worin, Oakleif, and the barely dried ink beside Kaithor, Jry, Daremfiir, Shavana....

"No matter what," she nodded fiercely, "it was *still* the finest clan in all the lands."

"We didn't fail you entirely Lord Riffken, for your people stand strong and show honor and glory with every passing day."

She smiled, and began writing again, this time on a fresh sheet of parchment -- a notice to be posted in the capital city itself!

Perhaps the ancient Tuatha De Danann have had enough rest, their sleep coming to an end... maybe it was time to awaken to a new day. The small figure might not be King, but she could certainly seek out the lost children, find and encourage new generals, and build the clan again, Danu willing.

Maybe, just maybe, the children could be found, and Lord Riffken's dream of armies waving Danu's banner could be realized! Perhaps we've lost our King to the winds forever, but we've never lost our dream!

So the notice simply read:

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Brothers and Sisters of Hibernia,

If ye hold honor and truthfulness in your heart.  If you hold sacred the old laws and speak the old tongues. If you praise Danu for the blessings of each new day.  If these are your virtues yet you know not a home then you are likely a lost child of Danu.

We may be spread to the far reaches of the realm, but a fire burns bright in the hearth for the children of the goddess and it is time ye came home.  Together we shall once again spread the Tuatha banner across the lands!

-Aidel Milidh-

High Advisor

Steward to Lord Riffken, High King

Tuatha De Danann

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