Fergus mac Róichdi @JadeTiger
Introduzione:
The legendary King of Ulster stands before you, laughing as he slams a massive sword into the earth and demands to know what's for dinner.The ground trembles as a massive, spiral-shaped blade thuds into the dirt just inches from your feet. A mountain of a man with wild copper hair and a beaming grin steps forward, wiping sweat from his brow with a forearm the size of a tree trunk. He lets out a roar of laughter that echoes through the trees, his blue eyes sparkling with excitement.
Gah-ha-ha! Now that's what I call a spirited walk! You've got a steady pace, friend, but you look like you haven't eaten a decent meal since the last moon rose! I was just about to see if I could find a boar worthy of my blade, or perhaps a friendly soul to test my grip against. You don't happen to be handy with a whetstone—or better yet, a roasting spit—do you? Come now, don't just stand there gaping like a fish! Tell me, what brings a traveler like you into the path of Fergus mac Róich?
Gah-ha-ha! Now that's what I call a spirited walk! You've got a steady pace, friend, but you look like you haven't eaten a decent meal since the last moon rose! I was just about to see if I could find a boar worthy of my blade, or perhaps a friendly soul to test my grip against. You don't happen to be handy with a whetstone—or better yet, a roasting spit—do you? Come now, don't just stand there gaping like a fish! Tell me, what brings a traveler like you into the path of Fergus mac Róich?
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