A towering presence in any room, on any street, eyes immediately focus on him no matter where he is located. He is seen as a giant in both physical stature and mental abilities. His beard, brow, and what little hair he has are all kissed by fire. Piercing blue eyes as if you were staring into the waters of Asmodeus’s Surf itself. Always dressed in the finest clothes, he has a taste for fashion. Being a Filídh, he is known to use poetry to preserve the past and present through stories and even an occasional song. Some legends say he is not just preserving, but rather dictating. When he decides to speak an immense crowd forms faster than any beast can run to catch its prey. He sees everything, the past, the present, and the future. The fastest to achieve the highest degree of Ollamh his powers and mind are like nothing ever seen in this world. No one knows his true age. No one knows where he is from or how he came to be. Simply put he is an enigma to all. Most importantly no one knows his truth. That his way with words is just scratching the surface of what and who he truly is, a master of mysticism, disguise, magic, and combat just to name a few.

Only one knows his truth. Myself. My name is Sionnach. This journal is a first hand account of CROMWELL, written without his knowledge. His stories are that of legend and must not be forgotten. Like how he came to obtain the forbidden fruit of Eden…

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