by Will Stanton » Sun Sep 13, 2020 1:53 am
"No, Samantha," Will sighed.
"The Morrigan is the cycle. Guiding the spirit along, deciding who lives and who dies. Cycles don't have sides; it's an endless loop.
The Fulacht na Morrigna is a tool, just as Dagda has his Anvil, and Neithin has her Spit. Tréde neimthigedar gobainn. Creation. Transformation. The hewing of raw materials into something special, put to their test through fire to emerge stronger, better, more worthy on the other side. Different tools for different aspects of divinity.
They are nothing without the power of their deity to work through them. And that, I'm afraid, is just a lump of clay."