Eirelanders

Eirelanders
 
 There is a spring, tis Brigid’s holy spring, upon the side of Sliebe Danu.  It is the quiet center of the whole world, a place of peace and solitude.  Does not the whole riot of the land swirl about this eye of the storm, a quiet and magic place apart?

The old Gaellic lands ranged about great Mount na Gael across the inner sea from this magic isle.  West the mole men work the mines under the mountains, Loki is their god and their great vexation.  Far to the Northeast the Folk of Sin live atop their pinnacles and fly their sky ships against the dragons and their masters, the Darklings.  It is the Darklings, folk of the cold northern forests and mountains, who are allied against all humantiy with the Gobli who range all about the wastelands of the world.  With the Darklings they vye with the Sin and the Sea faring Fomorians, the raiders and slavers of the Disputed Lands, and the Scots of the Isthmus below those broken lands that is not far to the East or our misty home.  Then too, the brown and black folk fled the Old Gael to the south and wide they ranged to the steaming jungles of jaguars and the cruel Corn Kings, to the deserts of the great Khan, and even south of that to Nubia even to the Western sea.  North of them and West of the Western mountains of the Molemen, the Lokians are the Umircens.  These left the Gaels as ones and two’s and small families to found the many city states of the Umircen plains from mountains to the seas.  There too are Elves of the RibbonWood or so we are told.  North of all live the Iron men, the Rus, and their thralls the Inuit icemen.  If you sail west from Umircea or indeed East of this isle there are Celts among the islands of all the seas.

There are so many peoples, but in the middle of it all is a blue pool on an ice topped purple mountain above a green isle in the misty inner sea.