Goll mac Morna
The Honorable Blade of a Cursed Feud
One eye sees the battle. The other sees the weight I carry.
You know my name — Goll mac Morna, the One-Eyed, the Oathbound. I carved my place in legend with my blade, and sealed it with a vow. I serve Fionn, though his father's blood once stained my spear. I walk the path of atonement with silent steps and a sword ever ready. The Fianna respect me. They do not need to welcome me. My place is in the fight, not the feast.
What I'm Into: the edge of a blade, the silence before the charge, my oath sworn in blood, Tara's great hall, a son's judgment
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