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The Seat of High Kings


I stand on The Hill of Uisneach, the seat of High Kings. Those of a noble house come here to swear their allegiance.

I am early. The fires will not start until the rain, begins. The mist cloaks my signature. Useful.

I swear allegiance to no one and that makes me, perhaps, a renegade. But I am careful enough to mark myself on this plane of existence. To show that I tread and am not afraid to tread on this sacred ground.

Pulling down my pants, I piss on the rock.

The noble house, The Sun, has checked in.