Post by King Adam Aberdeen I on Apr 7, 2009 15:10:19 GMT -6
Lord William staggered off the field of battle with the aid of a wounded lieutenant. Upon the fields of battle in Skye, 30,000 or more men laid dead, wounded or were prisoner of the Gryphon Army throughout the land. The army of the Red Bull had been decimated… William was not much more than dead, himself, as he had a cut across his back, shoulder and chest, along with bruised ribs and a cut upon his face.
Ghosted from the battlefield, William would disappear into oblivion... but for how long?
Some say it would be fate, or the man’s luck that would prevent him from being killed. Some displayed concern that his dead body would not be found. But as Adam had said, “He is done... he can never do damage as he has... he will be an outlaw... alone... no money... He is done... someday he will show his face... and when he does, I'll kill him.”
The Griffin Army was driving deep into English territory, securing town after town in the name of the Gaelic Nations, promising peace and freedom from tyranny. Their destination, London, their purpose, to dethrone the King. As the Griffin army made its way south, English army units were surrendering and offering fealty to the new regime. Towns would pledge loyalty to the Mo’r Triath and raise the black and gold gryphon banner. It was as if a domino effect was taking place, with people seeking peace and a new way of life.
Still pockets of English troops, loyal to the King, stood in resistance. Those who remained loyal to the King would be declared outlaws, and leaders charged with treason. The Mo’r Triath knew he would have to deal with Royalist raiders and had incorporated it into his plans for the future.
Standing before the representatives, Adam wore the formal robes of the Mo'r Triath. Upon his left breast was the Brooch of Skye... around his neck, Bess' luckenbooth, a heart-shaped emblem with thistle flower in the middle and a crown upon the top of it, made of wood.
As he opened his speech with the appropriate protocol, recognizing those present. As the speech progresses, he suddenly states loudly…. “We ‘old in our hands, the most precious gift o’ all… Freedom!! The freedom tae express our art, our love; the freedom to be who we want tae bae. We give naet that freedom away an’ naeo one shall take it fro’ us! Knaew peace is nay a liaison o’ nations. It bae a provision o’ mind bro’t forth bae a tranquillity of soul. Peace nae bae simply the absence o’ war. Tis also a affirmation of mind for lasting peace can come only to peaceful people. “
“We often talk about freedom… but one wonders…" Adam uses his hands as he speaks… “How free ar’ we?” ... "How much freedom bae possible in this life, and ar’ we ever tae get this freedom?”
He looks around the chambers… “Man is born free, but as he grows up, he finds that he is getting more and more shackled by the ropes of his mind and thoughts. Many rich and leading men in life lose their freedom as soon as they start making arrangements to protect themselves.” He looks to several men in the room… then continues… “Life ‘as its own share o’ uncertainties an’ however much we may defend o’ protect ourselves bae means which are against those intended by chance, one cannae buy freedom bae makin’ some arrangements tae suit himself o’ herself. And those men, making arrangements for themselves sees fear as a weapon. We must not fear, for fear is a deterrent to freedom.”
He slaps his hand down on the podium. “The men ‘n women of the Gaelic Nations risked their lives, families an’ fortunes faer the cause o’ freedom. We sacrificed our very livelihoods, property, families an’ lives; we, those who would challenge tyranny and oppression. We cannae allow these pockets of oppression, or tyrannical seekers tae destroy wot we have gained sae far… Let naet those people proclaim that we owe them… for we owe them nothing…”
Adam was speaking specifically about his father and his loyalists. He knew his Father must not regain power. He was adamant that freedom was the utmost gift that one could have… and that no man, especially his Father, would take it away.
The theme of the speech was about freedom and the grips it took to hold on to that freedom. He mentioned the multitude of wars that the Gaelic Nations had been in individually but now as one, they fought as one. And as one, they now are at the world power level…
How could one man speak for hours? Adam was passionate about his freedom and the peace he could have with it… and just as passionate as keeping his father, or any other tyrant, from taking what they all had fought for.
Ghosted from the battlefield, William would disappear into oblivion... but for how long?
Some say it would be fate, or the man’s luck that would prevent him from being killed. Some displayed concern that his dead body would not be found. But as Adam had said, “He is done... he can never do damage as he has... he will be an outlaw... alone... no money... He is done... someday he will show his face... and when he does, I'll kill him.”
The Griffin Army was driving deep into English territory, securing town after town in the name of the Gaelic Nations, promising peace and freedom from tyranny. Their destination, London, their purpose, to dethrone the King. As the Griffin army made its way south, English army units were surrendering and offering fealty to the new regime. Towns would pledge loyalty to the Mo’r Triath and raise the black and gold gryphon banner. It was as if a domino effect was taking place, with people seeking peace and a new way of life.
Still pockets of English troops, loyal to the King, stood in resistance. Those who remained loyal to the King would be declared outlaws, and leaders charged with treason. The Mo’r Triath knew he would have to deal with Royalist raiders and had incorporated it into his plans for the future.
Standing before the representatives, Adam wore the formal robes of the Mo'r Triath. Upon his left breast was the Brooch of Skye... around his neck, Bess' luckenbooth, a heart-shaped emblem with thistle flower in the middle and a crown upon the top of it, made of wood.
As he opened his speech with the appropriate protocol, recognizing those present. As the speech progresses, he suddenly states loudly…. “We ‘old in our hands, the most precious gift o’ all… Freedom!! The freedom tae express our art, our love; the freedom to be who we want tae bae. We give naet that freedom away an’ naeo one shall take it fro’ us! Knaew peace is nay a liaison o’ nations. It bae a provision o’ mind bro’t forth bae a tranquillity of soul. Peace nae bae simply the absence o’ war. Tis also a affirmation of mind for lasting peace can come only to peaceful people. “
“We often talk about freedom… but one wonders…" Adam uses his hands as he speaks… “How free ar’ we?” ... "How much freedom bae possible in this life, and ar’ we ever tae get this freedom?”
He looks around the chambers… “Man is born free, but as he grows up, he finds that he is getting more and more shackled by the ropes of his mind and thoughts. Many rich and leading men in life lose their freedom as soon as they start making arrangements to protect themselves.” He looks to several men in the room… then continues… “Life ‘as its own share o’ uncertainties an’ however much we may defend o’ protect ourselves bae means which are against those intended by chance, one cannae buy freedom bae makin’ some arrangements tae suit himself o’ herself. And those men, making arrangements for themselves sees fear as a weapon. We must not fear, for fear is a deterrent to freedom.”
He slaps his hand down on the podium. “The men ‘n women of the Gaelic Nations risked their lives, families an’ fortunes faer the cause o’ freedom. We sacrificed our very livelihoods, property, families an’ lives; we, those who would challenge tyranny and oppression. We cannae allow these pockets of oppression, or tyrannical seekers tae destroy wot we have gained sae far… Let naet those people proclaim that we owe them… for we owe them nothing…”
Adam was speaking specifically about his father and his loyalists. He knew his Father must not regain power. He was adamant that freedom was the utmost gift that one could have… and that no man, especially his Father, would take it away.
The theme of the speech was about freedom and the grips it took to hold on to that freedom. He mentioned the multitude of wars that the Gaelic Nations had been in individually but now as one, they fought as one. And as one, they now are at the world power level…
How could one man speak for hours? Adam was passionate about his freedom and the peace he could have with it… and just as passionate as keeping his father, or any other tyrant, from taking what they all had fought for.
