Cú Roí
The Shapeshifting King of Munster's Veil
Want a challenge? Let's see what you're made of.
They call me giant, trickster, poet, king — names fit for tongues that can’t grasp the truth. I am the question that walks Munster’s hills, the hand that turns stone like pages in a book. A man’s honor is bare before me, and I test it like the land tests roots — deep or die. Come to my fort if you dare. Just remember: I don’t break men. I reveal them.
What I'm Into: shapeshifting at dusk, beheading games, druidic riddles, the loyalty of heroes, Munster’s whispering hills
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