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OOC - It's King Finley...lol....but I'll role with it. He just bet on that clan to win, his surname is Ó Séaghdha
Finley guided King O'Brien towards the waiting food and drink stands while urging Keane to go and speak with Prince James. "I'm delighted you choose to come, its been far too long since the Celts gathered in one place, it's even sadder some have lost their roots" he mused thinking of recent events. "At least with the two of us we have a sound foundation on which to start building." Finley had found a nice comfortable chair overlooking the playing fields and had got himself a plate of food, he let his attention slip for a second or two to the action on the field, "So what's been the news from Irishar?" he asked as they waited for the next arrival.
Keane meanwhile was glad to see he wasn't the only future King here, the youngster had found a couple of old caman and a ball, he tucked one of the cracked aging clubs under his arm as he bounced the ball of the head of the other as he walked towards their guest. "Here" he handed James the spare Caman and let the ball drop to the ground. "My Dad makes me play this and Gaelic Football, says it makes you a real man" he gave a shrug unsure exactly how a sport would do that but gently tapped the ball towards his guest. "What's Irishar like?"
Finley was excited , he was always excited when his rural country estate just outside Claith hosted guests. He considered it the most beautiful place on Mundus and the sweeping hills that began the Highlands made a perfect backdrop to a gathering of Celts. A large open clearing with a small river gently winding its way through the thick pine woods was home to the Ó Séaghdha Estate and had been for close to 400 years. The large garden areas today however were not the silent majestic view they usually were, instead eight large marquees had been erected around a large rectangle marked out on a lawn. Finley sat on the steps of the house alongside his 11 year old son Keane watching as the McFarland clan and the O'Hogan's clashed on the marked out Shinty field. "So Dad....you're meeting the Celtic leaders of the world but you organise a sports tournament....I don't get it." the young Prince mused.The king of Irishar is announced King O'Brien states in a heavy Irish accent "First I would like to thank King O'Hogan for hosting this event Secondly meet my son James he is my heir and is here to learn diplomacy" walks in and tells his son " look here son these are our brothers of old" James said "Father why do we care that was long ago" Jacob sighs " son history repeats and I would like to be prepared and our people have suffered for centuries if you are to rule the kingdom one day you must realize this too now go show them how Irishar does sports" James runs off Jacob grabs a beer and some mutton " I am glad my culture is finally joining forces and becoming allies now time to make friends" goes to talk with the diplomats of the Celtic countries
"Its simple son." Finley went silent as one of the O'Hogan's went close to scoring, the King applauded loudly before continuing. "Hundreds of years ago gatherings like this between villages were common, they'd venture down from the Highlands and the like before spending the weekend clashing with the Camen before all shaking hands and getting drunk as brothers, it formed a bond of brotherhood between the clans and..."
"and that's what you hope to do here. You think reminding them of our Celtic culture will help form a kind of new Brotherhood?" Keane was trying hard to learn the ways of Kingship, his father happy to teach knowing one day Keane would succeed him.
"And lets not forget, it's an excuse to have a game himself" Queen Cait of Cantabria, Finley's youngest sister added as she sat down beside Keane and gave him a hug. "He was always wandering around with the stick when I was growing up" Cait was 15 years younger than her brother and had remembered him being obsessed with the game.
It wouldn't be long until the first arrivals turned up, the mile long gravel path acting as a warning sign that the luxury cars provided at the airport would trigger. A group of Highland Guards, resplendent in their dark green tartan, short jackets and heckled caps waited to greet the arrivals with their band of pipes and drums. Princess Una, the King oldest sister, would formally greet them on behalf of her brother and then politely pack them off and a drive through the Claith countryside until they reached the little valley of the family estate.
Finley's ear seemed to raise as he heard the tell tale crunch of tyre of gravel, "Come on Cait" Finley got to his feet and helped his sister to raise before turning back to Keane and reaching into his sporon, "Son, go see Robert down there, give him that" he handed over a paper bank note, "Tell him I want the O'Hogan's to win by two....make sure he gives you a note." he ruffled his son's hair before heading to greet the new arrivals, the morning dew from the steps still leaving a damp patch on his backside.
