Clann Raonaill, Muerr Raonaill
Ferrison stood high on the hill over looking the village. He watched as the people worked below, the sound of the blacksmith hammer rang out over the settlement a sign that the Muirfirs where preparing for war. But along with the costant ringing of the hammer came another sound much more sweet and musical, the sound of blarring bagpipes and the beating of drums came over the walls from the rolling hills beyond. Listening to the blarring music Ferrision recongized it as the marching of Clann Russ. Rushing down the steps of the large Motte & Bailey which lay at the center of the town and through the streets Ferrison backed by a small group of soliders wearing their belted plaids and carrying huge great swords speed to meet the arrive clann. "Open the Gates it's Clann Russ!" A man yelled in a gruff gravelly tone. As the gates swung open Ferrison and his men had just arrived. Behind the huge wooden doors was a man all dressed in red and green tartan and behind him was a large procession of men some soliders others pipers and drummers but the largest out of all the numbers was the serfs carrying baskets and casks full of food and beer.
"Ahh! Ferrison my boy! great tah see yah!" The Russfir said embracing Ferrisson.
"Same with you Russel! I see yer clanns fields ah doing well." Ferrison said as the two ended their embrace and looked over the procession of Russfirs.
"Yes, yes dey 'ave Ferrison. Have any of tah other Clanns arrived yet fer tah Rud?
"Nahh dey av'nt but I'm sure dey'll come. But let me show yah und yer men yer quaters." Ferrison said Leading Russel and his men down the dirt streets to a large round house. After Making sure Russel and his men where settled in Ferrison returned to his perch atop the motte & Bailey. In the hours following the arrival of clann Russ several others of the clann arrived until all of the clanns and their cheifs had come to the rud. Gathering the men around a large round table which was laid out with food and beer aplenty. Looking over his fellow clann cheifs Ferrison ordered the Rud in session.
"Thank yah and i welcome yah all to dis rud!" Ferrison shouted over the sounds of eating and laughter.
"Now All of yah know we've meet 'ere tah discuss a very pressin matter. It has been about 17 years since the Battle of Conic Murr!" Upon the saying the name of the battle the crowd went to a small roar of sighs and cries of anger."I know wah have all lost many lives to tah Olsa Roths and many of yah want to avenge our fallen but it is too soon to think of war least wise wit tah Osla Roths. I say wah need tah rebuild and expand our borders if we ever want to reclaim the land that we've lost. As so I also say wah Journey south to the Frissians. Dey may be willing tah trade wit us and maybe even assist us innah future invasion of tah Osla Roths. So lets bring it to a vote." One by one the cheifs of the clanns raised their hands until above the heads of the cheifs where nine hands firmly raised in unity.
"Very well then It seems wah are all in agreement! I shall leave fer the Frissian Kahzlavs to see if they are willing to join us in our cause. Also I request each of the clanns to raise 100 men each to prepare to march march to the west and begin to conquer that land and if possible do so without any bloodshed but if they do resist to not hesitate to send them to their ancestors!"
THe clanns raised a rowdy cheer and began to resumed the feast. Soon the sun was setting and the clanns began the journey hom. Watching the lines of plaided men as they marched over the hills and out of site Ferrison saw a new begining to his country and a new hope for those that had died. In the following days the clanns returned each bring the 100 men they promised. Looking over the sea of plaid and steel Ferrisson adressed them with one simple sentance "Good luck men, and may yer ancestors fight with you!" Upon this the crowd made a huge roar and began their march to the west. While the men armed with axes claymores and spears marched their way to war Ferrison and a small envoy of gaurds made their way south to the Frissien Kahzlavs.