[h1][center][color=black]The Morrigahn[/color][/center][/h1]

The Morrigahn looked tiredly at pantheon's King of the Gods. Drawing her shields up about her realm and them both. Her eyes defeated as she reclined in the chair. He had a hard battle she recognized. But such was the way of war, would she had gone and helped them but it was not so simple [color=black] "My King, I must confess one of our number is in Egyptian lands, without the knowledge of any Egyptian. Thoth came to bargain for us to join them in the rise against the Romans, he left without heading the words of Fate." [/color] The table and spare chair disappeared as the Goddess waved a hand. Running another hand through her raven locks. This was not going to be easy on her, not with the Dagda in sour disposition. Standing she walked through the ruinous forest of her realm, the dead of winter it was here. Pausing before a unfrozen pool she bid the King of the Celtic Gods to join her. Images swam by in the crystal depths of many different fates. [color=black] "And that Goddess newly born, her powers sealed by my hand at your daughter's request. Placed in Egypt by need." [/color] She closed her eyes drawing up a image of a woman fishing by the Nile, a loom in her lap. [color=black] "Do not be acting in haste, old friend." [/color]

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