#south armagh

[seachranaidhe]

Glenanne Gang boss Jim Mitchell so well connected he used RUC officers to provide security on his Armagh farm - SundayWorld.com

https://www.sundayworld.com/news/northern-ireland-news/glenanne-gang-boss-so-well-connected-he-used-ruc-to-provide-security-on-his-farm/a1542575299.html

[transthadymacdermot]

Stuff about my fictional arctic expedition. the ship itself was originally a whaler out of liverpool, was used to transport supplies in the 1790s, captured by the french but mostly destroyed, so they ship of theseus it into a bomb-vessel, and then the british recaptured it and ship of theseus it into an icebreaker. ft patrick and máire trying not to kill each other in front of jesus and father devlin weighing in on the rumours surrounding what happened when the crew was forced to abandon ship for the wee boats and open water after they ran out of food

[khaperai]

[adhd-merlin]

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it's mentioned in david crystal's The Cambridge Encyclopedia of the English Language as a feature of hiberno english — which is just irish english in general (as spoken in both nothern ireland and ROI) so it's not super specific. but I guess it'll do

0:43 "firsht" 😭😭😭

[captain-price-unofficially]

A mobile sniper platform in a Mazda 626 with a Barrett M90, used by the South Armagh Sniper (1997)

[northirish]

Chill Guys Not Welcome In South Armagh

[alternativeulster]

my certified northern irish moment of the evening is the vague confusion i felt seeing everyone post about "patrick" and then realising that nobody south of armagh calls him paddy

[cillianmurphysdimples]

Fell about laughing at this 😭😂

There's a legendary story in my family that my bio-dad's dad has some form of RA links. Never been able to get a straight answer... They're not from South Armagh, though!!!!

[four-loose-screws]

FE6 Novelization Translation - Chapter 16 Section 2

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Chapter 16 - The True Enemy (Section 2)

*Note: The 1st 13 chapters are FE7's novelization.

“The Death Mines” was the infamous second name for Mount Eburacum.

The Etrurian lords that controlled the Western Isles sent the local citizens to the mines and forced them to work so the lords could hoard vast quantities of the islands’ rich underground natural resources.

It was cruel, heavy labor for which the workers were not paid. They also were not granted any opportunities to see their families, nor were they even given medical attention if they were injured or fell ill. And the treatment of those assigned to Mount Eburacum was the worst of all. Word spread all around the islands that once you entered its mines, you would not come out alive.

But a group of brave youths vowed to save the people and created the Resistance. They were now fighting to help them escape from Mount Eburacum.

However, the Resistance’s numbers were pitiful, and they were unable to make any major accomplishments. Still, they continued to fight all the same, rallying around their leader, a woman named Echidna. While to the citizens of the islands, they were a ray of hope; the lords thought they were a blight upon the land that enraged them so much, they sought to eliminate them entirely.

Once word spread that the lords put a high bounty on the Resistance leader’s head, Echidna was being targeted by not only the lords, but also bounty hunters.

Castle Armagh was located in the mountain range south of Mount Eburacum. Its lord, Nord, was one of the many people trying to claim the bounty.

Fortune was currently in his favor, as he’d succeeded in capturing a Resistance member the day before.

“So, how is the Resistance spy doing?” Nord asked.

He’d just finished his breakfast, and was lounging in his bedroom as he digested his meal. His thin body looked like a dead twig on his luxurious sofa. The previous day’s events came back to him suddenly, and he called in the soldier responsible for interrogating the spy.

“Has she cracked yet?”

“Well… She just keeps saying that we must have the wrong person.”

That news made him snort. “Hmph, she really thinks she can get herself out of this with just that? Then I will go speak with her directly…”

‘She will talk.’ With that thought on his mind, Nord stood up from the sofa.

But the moment he did so, he received a report that a messenger from the Lycian League Army had come to the castle.

Nord’s eerie face, so thin he looked skeletal, twisted into an expression of slight surprise as he muttered, “Ah yes, the army summoned to chase out the ‘bandits…’”

“They are requesting permission to pass by this castle en route to the northern mountains.”

“...The Lycian League Army, huh…? Lord Arcardo did give an order to come up with a believable reason to eliminate them while they are here in Fibernia…”

Arcardo was the governer-general, and possessed the highest rank over all the Etrurian nobles and soldiers assigned to the Western Isles. He skimmed a small portion of all the resources exported from the Isles to Etruria, amassing a great horde of wealth for himself.

And now that he was so wealthy, his whims were absolute, and he possessed the greatest influence of anyone over all matters across the Isles, making him more akin to a dictator.

If Lycia was here by Etruria’s order, then why did the Etrurian Army have to attack the Lycian Army? Because no matter how unusual an order was, if it came from the governor-general, then they had to follow it. Arcardo’s wealth and power allowed him to make any report he did not like vanish before it reached the mainland.

Meaning that it would be a wiser decision to drink poison then defy Arcardo. Of course, Nord was no exception to the threat of Arcardo’s power.

“...Keh keh keh. This is a chance to gain Lord Arcardo’s favor. Order the soldiers to deploy and attack the Lycians!!”

“Yes, Milord! And what of the messenger?”

“Kill them.”

“Understood, Milord!” The soldier did not even flinch as he accepted such a cruel order.

On the Western Isles, money was power, money was everything, and those with the money were right.

That was the logic Nord operated under as well. “Prepare the ballistae, and skewer them all!!”

ー

The Lycian Army was currently on standby near the mouth of the river located northeast of Castle Armagh.

They were waiting for the messenger requesting permission for passage to return. Roy used the time to reflect on everything they had observed since they arrived, creating a picture of the current state of the Isles.

There were few men to be seen, leaving only the elderly, children, and anyone too injured or sick to work. The women worked hard to grow crops, but at the rate that weeds grew, they didn’t have the strength to pluck them all themselves, leaving many fields filled with weeds.

And because the threat of bandits was always looming over the people, they all looked to be in a constant state of fear.

Every time Roy saw them, suffering in destitute poverty and trembling in fear of bandits, he became ever more enraged.

‘What are the lords here doing, while the people suffer so much?!” He shouted to himself as his clenched fists shook.

He grew up always watching his father, who was beloved by the people.

Eliwood worked himself to the bone to protect his citizens. He was a perfect example of what all lords should be, and Roy worked hard every day to become just like him.

But the lords of the Western Isles held values that were the exact opposite of his own. They exploited the people and did nothing to help them.

The people could not keep silent about being treated this way, and formed the Resistance to fight back and take down their tyrannical oppressors, but their operations were still so small that they were not yet a threat.

Collecting excessive taxes and treating the people unjustly were both serious crimes. Roy wished to report to Etruria immediately and request they work to improve the current conditions, but he was not Etrurian. If he said the wrong thing, he would be accused of meddling into their affairs, and accomplish nothing more than creating an international conflict. For as long as Lycia needed Etruria’s aid to fight against Bern, they had to avoid that possibility.

‘...Can I do nothing but watch them suffer?!’

As Roy was gritting his teeth in frustration over his powerlessness, Wolt rushed up to him and shouted, “Lord Roy! Soldiers are approaching us!”

His words made Roy look up straight ahead, wary of Castle Armagh.

Just as Wolt said, soldiers and cavaliers were pouring out of the castle, all marching in perfectly uniform rows.

“Maybe there's bandits in this area as well?” Roy asked, though he sensed something unnatural about the battle formations the Armagh soldiers were beginning to create.

They even brought out ballistae, weapons used for castle defense and completely unnecessary to fight against bandits. 

Their appearance made Roy furrow his brow. ‘...Wait, are we their target?’

As if Wolt had read his mind, he said, “Actually, they clearly seem to be aiming at us.”

“...What happened to the messenger we sent?”

“It's already been a while, and they aren't back yet… Meaning…”

They had killed the messenger sent to request permission for passage without remorse.

As he became enraged by the cruelty of the castle lord, Roy questioned, “Why is the lord of this castle attacking us?”

They'd come to the Western Isles by order of his lords back home in Etruria. To draw their weapons against the Lycian Army also meant that they were drawing their weapons against their homeland.

Yet the forces pouring out of Armagh before his very eyes were not hesitating to attack them.

As his face stiffened in panic, Wolt turned to look at Roy directly. “The enemy is approaching! Your orders, Lord Roy!”

“...Do we have any other choice than to fight back? For now, let's get closer to the castle. We might learn something.” Though Roy was unsure what was happening, he could not stay quiet. If they were defeated, their beloved homeland would have no army to defend it, and Bern would immediately attack Lycia once again.

“Move out, everyone! We will break through the enemy army here! Avoid getting into any more fights than absolutely necessary!” Roy shouted as he pulled his rapier from its sheath.

ー

The structure of the Lycian League Army during their assignment on the Western Isles was established as such:

Roy was their general, and also the commanding officer of the Knights of Pherae.

Lilina commanded the Knights of Ostia.

The mercenaries all followed Dieck’s orders.

Zelot led his Edessa Mercenary Knights.

And their ranks also included the medic unit, consisting of Saul and the other healers; as well as Merlinus’ transport unit.

In case of an emergency back home in Lycia, they did not bring the independent cavalier armies each marquess commanded, instead ordering them to stay home and guard their own territories.

Though the Armagh Army beat them out slightly in numbers, both Armagh’s morale and combat skills were clearly inferior. Compared to the Lycian Army, who had fought grueling battles with Bern one after the other at this point, the Armagh Army only had experience fighting small groups of the Resistance in conflicts completely outside Elibe’s current main conflict.

From the very beginning, the Lycian Army had the upper hand.

“Sue! Take Sin and the other archers to flank the enemy! Rain down arrows upon them from both sides!”

“Understood!” At Dieck’s order, Sue took the unit she commanded with Sin, another young nomad from the same tribe as her, and galloped her horse away from the main army.

At the request of the Kutolah chief and Sue’s grandfather, Dayan the “Silver Wolf,” Sin traveled across Elibe as a mercenary to find Sue and become her guard. During the previous battle against the pirates, he found her fighting alongside the Lycian Army and became a new recruit in order to fulfill his duty.

Sue asked if her grandfather and parents were safe, but because he had set out on his travels immediately after she left the tribe with the women and children, he knew nothing about what was currently happening in Sacae. Though she was worried about the safety of her family and fellow tribesmen, she thought it more important right now to repay her debt of gratitude and continue fighting in this army.

She believed that if Lyn and Dayan were still fighting in Sacae right now, in an indirect way, lending her strength to the other army fighting against Bern would help her allies back home.

The daring nomads’ onslaught of arrows made Armagh’s mercenary unit immediately descend into chaos.

Dieck’s mercenaries, unlike the cavalier units that served their homeland, were not all the same type of fighter. Some used physical weapons, but others were mages. Just when an enemy realized the mercenaries had pegasus knights, they would also find out there were nomads amongst their ranks. 

Dieck’s unit was so mixed because as the Lycian Army fought, they met more and more people who had their own personal grudges against Bern that made them want to join the fight, and they were all chosen to be assigned to Dieck’s mercenaries.

Each person’s combat skills and philosophies were different, so rather than have them join any of the cavalier or knight units, it was much easier to maintain command and control over them if they joined the mercenaries, who fought only for money, so they could act more freely. That was Roy’s logic when he selected Dieck to be their commander.

At first, Dieck grumbled against the decision, saying he wouldn’t be a good fit for them, but as they all fought together, he grew into his role.

He raised his Iron Blade and shouted, “Alright, the enemy formation has started to collapse! Wade, Lot, Rutger, charge into their ranks! Lugh, don’t forget to support them from the rear!”

Dieck ran forward as the vanguard, with everyone else close behind. Lugh cast a Fire spell to help them break through.

By that point, the arrows Sue and the other archers shot had also descended the Armagh mercenary unit into chaos. When Dieck’s group charged them, their formation collapsed completely in an instant. 

After confirming they defeated the entire unit they were ordered to take care of, Dieck sighed deeply. “I blinked and it’s over… Not that I expected much from a bunch of soldiers not used to real combat yet.”

“Of course not, Boss! They were just a bunch of weaklings that beat up defenseless villagers!”

“Wade’s right. They were never going to be a match for us.”

The two brawny fighters said through heavy breathing.

Rather than pumping up their morale, the battle seemed to have made them so angry, they couldn’t control themselves.

Of course Wade was worked up, as he always spoke his mind; but even Lot, normally a man of few words, was enraged. 

Seeing them like this reminded Dieck of something. “That’s right, you two are from around these parts, aren’t ya?”

“We sure are! As soon as we felt happy to be home, we saw that things are even worse than before…”

“Yeah, those good-for-nothing lords here never change!” Lot muttered with a look of displeasure on his face at the way Wade spat out his words.

The two were both from the Western Isles, and Wade’s older sister, as well as Lot’s much younger sister, were still living at home. Their village was very poor, and Wade and Lot wanted to do whatever they could to make their families’ lives a little easier. But if they stayed, they would one day be sent to the mines, so the two left and started working as mercenaries.

“We’ve watched them do as they pleased ever since we were kids…! Both of our dads were forced into the mines and worked to death!” Wade said bitterly.

“If you ask us, every single lord here is the real bandit!” Lot said as he tried to keep his anger under control.

“...I know how you both feel, but please don’t push yourselves. You can’t make your families suffer any more hardship. Remember that it's more important you stay alive than kill your enemies.”

As they trusted and looked up to Dieck just like they would a brother they were related to by blood, they both nodded in agreement.

Just then, Shanna flew down to deliver them their next order. “I come bearing a message from General Roy! The ballistae unit is causing a lot of trouble, so take them out!”

Dieck nodded, then turned towards all of the fighters included in his mercenary group and shouted, “You heard the lady! We’re going to destroy the ballistae! Come with me!!”

“Yes, Commander!!!” At his order, they all raised their weapons in response.

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[panoramicireland]

Slieve Gullion panorama, view of the geology of South Armagh inside the UNESCO Geopark.

[wildfallproject]

Campaign Summary's (2/4)

The following is a summary of a finished Campaign of D&D 5e which unfolded within Wildfall...

Wildfall Janus | 32 Sessions + Epilogue

Southern Armagh, temperate, gentle, caring, the land gave and the world took. The Rikash Empire, home of innovation and endless progress formed through the destruction of constant cultural conflict; the scattered peoples of the seven settlements attempted to find intellectual and philosophical happiness through domination of the land not unity. Opus Luminas, thought otherwise, and despite its almost guarantee to fail he offered the worlds leaders a chance to find real sanctuary as one. One Empire. He reasoned, rationed, and divided the lucrative south into beaurcratic systems, cultures diffused and ideals became the plight of one ruling class, a Council of leaders, some elected, some grandfathered. The ancient city of Riti, their awing Aeternum Institute and endless farm fields of the Redtile Ward offered to be the new states Capitol, now a symbol of what the whole continent may become. Bureaucratic levels govern every aspect of life in the city, allowing for the individual to dissolve into its orderly current. However, the current is beginning to show its wear in the old walls of Stone Ward, the forbidden word cut into its reliefs, “Change.” Some think it will come in a philosophical revolution, some think War is on the horizon. But change in Riti is subtle, hiding in the forgotten cracks with its people.

PC's (The Six of Hearts)

Pendragon (Fairytale Human, Glory Paly/Eldritch Fighter)

Silvestri (Tiefling, Twilight Cleric)

Azure (Kobold, Bladesinger Wizard)

Rook (Firbolg, Life Cleric/Mastermind Rogue)

Fiero (Fire Genasi, Phoenix Sorcerer)

Yennefer (High Elf, Eloquence Bard)

When a story ends what is made of its hero's? A question posed at the beging of the campaign. The Empire was promised to be a end of the chaos of the world, the levels of checks and balances ensuring the suffering to be a thing of the past. These characters stories should be over, retired, old, fated and/or doomed. However, fate has pulled them together, drawing them into a Temple to Dragsol now turned nightclub better known as the "Whispered Prayer." Someone has doubled crossed Rook, a once smuggler, who is now themselves double dipping their spying between the Silvereye Smugglers and Marble Consort Governors. The owner of the nightclub, the retired pit fighter Silvestri threatened to have their bar closed once and for all due to such a mishap; pissing off the wrong group of magical investigators, accidentally killing one in the process. This string of bad luck could be called just that, if it were not for the very real threat that has wormed their way into Riti, someone alighting the streets with destructive purpose, a person of destiny it may seem, Vea.

Through an exploration of the self, we turned our attention to the small fates of the small few, wading through the wake of grander fates. Vea, a powerful aasimar, sees themselves as a destroyer, told from birth they were made only for the purpose to hurt, even if they were to run from it or not. Passed that, The Empire has sparked a war with the growing magocracy of Axyindor to the North, bringing into question if the people are those that truly makes the decisions. Our small folk, the Six of Hearts, assist those just as small make their lives the slightest lighter. Heading to the ancestral homes of Azure, the industrialized Torval, and helping those there, family included, lead a proper campaign to succeed from the Empire in good faith. Returning home excited, a new force move overhead, the forgotten sins of the Empire home at last to see it ended.

Elsyvra, The Dustbowl Sovereign, or better known now as Elsie Sov, leader of the Baldur Sov Gang. An Ancient Amber Dragon who once considered herself the protector the Reith badlands, now here to make good a promise. To put down a dying Empire, so that its memory may live in envy not infamy, as a state meant to look up too and not to look down upon. And do, then came the time to make choices, to draw cards. So that The Six of Hearts may ask themselves one last question; are the gods really the ones pulling the strings, or is fate in the hands of those that simply try; or some combination of both.

[stairnaheireann]

#OTD in 1981 – At 2:11 am, Raymond McCreesh dies on hunger strike in the H Blocks of Long Kesh Prison. Later, the same day at 11:29 pm, he is joined in death by his friend and fellow hunger-striker, Patsy O’Hara.

The third of the resolutely determined IRA Volunteers to join the H-Block hunger strike for political status was twenty-four-year-old Raymond McCreesh, from Camlough in South Armagh: a quiet, shy and good-humoured republican, who although captured at the early age of nineteen, along with two other Volunteers in a British army ambush, had already almost three years active republican involvement…

[transthadymacdermot]

Reading in this history of ulster that gaels in south down in the 1790s were still wearing bratanna... new level of oc drawings about to drop

[primordialsoundmeditation]

From @tourismireland

Rush hour traffic in Mountnorris, South Armagh 🐑😄

Thanks @eclectic.eyes for this charming photo.

https://lovetovisitireland.com/county-armagh-northern-ireland-top-things-to-see-and-do/

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[miraculousmitzi]

JJK characters and where I think they might be from if the series was based in the UK with no explanation:

Satoru Gojo: London, England (Kensington specifically).

Megumi Fushiguro: London, England (Hackney specifically).

Yuji Itadori: Newcastle, England.

Nobara Kugisaki: South Wales Valleys, Wales.

Kento Nanami: Edinburgh, Scotland.

Suguru Geto: Bradford, England.

Toji Fushiguro: Liverpool, England.

Utahime Iori: Cardiff, Wales.

Shoko Ieiri: Manchester, England.

Mei Mei: Chelmsford, England.

Aoi Todo: Armagh, N.Ireland.

Kasumi Miwa: Anglesey, Wales.

Noritoshi Kamo: Dundee, Scotland.

Momo Nishimiya: Blackpool, England.

Maki and Mai Zen'in: Liverpool, England.

Panda: Birmingham, England.

Toge Inumaki: Belfast, N.Ireland.

Yuta Okkotsu: Derry/Londonderry, N.Ireland.

I think the story would be set primarily in England, with Jujutsu High being located in Southern England, hence why many of the characters are from varying parts of England and also why many are from different parts of the UK- as students come to Jujustu High and Kyoto from all over.

I feel like the Zen'in family would be based in/around Liverpool, the Gojo family would be based in/around London and the Kamo family would be based in/around Dundee. Hence why I've made Toji, Mai and Maki all from Liverpool. Megumi is an exception as he was born after Toji left the clan.

[mybeautifulchristianjourney]

Today in Christian History

Today is Wednesday, March 22nd, the 81st day of 2023. There are 284 days left in the year.

Today’s Highlight in History:

1556: Cardinal Reginald Pole is consecrated Archbishop of Canterbury, restoring Catholicism to England for a brief time between the Protestant reigns of Edward VI and Elizabeth I.

1593: Arrest of John Penry, an independent Welsh pastor, who will be hanged for sedition. He had criticized Church of England leaders for their neglect of Wales and among his papers was found the draft of a strongly worded letter to Queen Elizabeth.

1621: Hugo Grotius, a Dutch Arminian imprisoned by Calvinists, after spending an hour on his knees praying, steps into a book box by which he will escape prison.

1641: The Archbishop of Armagh convenes a provincial synod at Kells which almost unanimously pronounces the war undertaken by the Catholics of Ireland against the English “just and lawful.”

1720: John Gill is solemnly ordained as a Baptist pastor in Horsleydown in a lengthy public ceremony which involves much prayer and soul searching. Gill will remain at Horsleydown for 51 years and gain recognition as a great controversialist, sharply critical of Wesley’s theology because it placed the decision to follow Christ in a person’s own hands.

1758: Death in New Jersey from smallpox of Jonathan Edwards, Christian pastor, theologian, scientist, and educator.

1814: Beheading of the Orthodox monk Euthymius in Constantinople. He had abandoned Christianity for Islam in his youth but soon regretted it, returned to faith, became a monk on Mt. Athos, and practiced great austerities. Eventually he traveled to Constantinople where he testified of his faith.

1874: Ordination in Calcutta of Mathura Kath Bose, who will minister to the Chandal people of Gopalgunge near the Ganges, winning many to Christ. He lives on a meagre income, having relinquished opportunities for commercial advancement by becoming a Christian.

1918: Death in Berlin of Alexander Merensky, who had served as a missionary to the Transvaal, South Africa, and written many books about missions.

1920: Death in Guayaquil, Ecuador, of George S. Fisher, founder of the Gospel Missionary Union. He had contracted typhoid fever while visiting the work in Ecuador.