Celtic Tales: Our guild is based on Celtic tradition and most of the players that have characters in Clan MacLear have Celtic blood running in their veins from times ancient. These tales have been passed from father to son for more than a thousand years in the real life history of Celtic peoples. The Clan MacLear: The Clan MacLear was led in Halas long before the present age by Tormod and many heroes who lived in the ages of legend that the gods called Beta. |
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Lanadena is MacLear Loden's Story - by Loden MacLear Loden MacLear became aware he was in a grove of trees. Even though it was still dark, he could hear the first stirrings of the creatures that know better than we the coming of dawn. As was his long habit upon waking, he did not move at all or even change his breathing, but extended his senses around him warily. Agravaine's Story - by Agravaine MacLear Agravaine MacLear is my name and I am a Cleric of the God Brell Serilis. However, this was not always the case. In my youth, I was trained as a warrior by my father, Adarin Drendaiin, and his brother, Garanel Drendaiin. I spent many a day practicing with my wooden sword and shield to become a great warrior like my father...
Redforge, Anfortas and Thorgal of CHP Battle A sarnak recruit Recovery - by Tormod "the Elder" MacLear On the evening of the 6th day of the year 2000 as dwellers on the plane known as Reality figure such things, I ventured forth again to that place called Norrath in the world o Xegony. Some, among them my wife of three decades, call this place where I adventure Unreality and consider it a place of time wasted and useless exertions. The Tribunal - by Ravnanger MacLear Ravnanger stood on an island in a beautiful sea. The sun was low in the sky in a spectacular sunset while wind rustled the leaves of the trees around him. There were many people about the simple but grand buildings nestled in the grass. Looking about he did not know most of them but some of the faces were familiar... Wisdom of the Nights - by Damman Spiritas A cold night swept across my back whilst preying upon the heathen Gnolls of blackburrow as I had so many times before. That breeze felt good, but it carried something with it. At that time it was but a mere spark of wonder, curiosity, and reverence. "For Halas, For MacLear!" MacLear Sands of Valor - by Nosferum Dry and clear-- that's how I remember the air of Ro's Oasis that morn-- a far cry from our home in the Northlands. Speaking to my brothers we agreed; today we slay giants. Resurrection of Gamaeliel - by Nosferum As the moon waned the unnamed members of Clan MacLear began to gather to Halas again. Gathering fram as far as Faydwer and as close as Everfrost, their bretheren did come to the Pub and greet each other with the love only a Clan can appreciate. I cannot tell you all that transpired... BetaGnollwar! The Origin of the Battle Cry of the Clan MacLear - by Gamaeliel and Nosferum (two tales in one) In the ages of legend long ago that the gods called Beta, Clan MacLear existed. In those days, the gods did not recognize guilds or clans... Nosferum decided to forego his home with the Ashen Order in Freeport to defend Halas. About three hours before the final Sundering four Gnolls pledged an attack on Halas... Quest for the Eastern Sea - by Tormod "The Younger" MacLear I come into the world of Norrath a naked Son of Halas. Note to soft folk: Only you soft folk call us "barbarian." As we know this is a term that means "uncouth wild person" we except it. For it is truth. However, we do not take your term for us as our own. A Mammoth Buzz - by Phenom Shatara's Tale - by Shatara MacLear Lassie why don’t you tell us your whole story from the beginning ? Thus far we have just heard bits and pieces" I looked up into the face of the towering warrior as he bent over to hand me a tureen of hot soup. The Crowning of the Chief - by Daran "The Flea", with poetry from Shatara In the dark stormy night the wind does howl The driven snow is blinding and the cold is mighty foul From across the frozen tundra comes the sound of battle Brave sons and daughters of Halas showing their mettle The Voyage of Bran Febal - copied by Tormod "The Elder" MacLear It was fifty quatrains the woman from unknown lands sang on the floor of the house to Bran son of Febal, when the royal house was full of kings, who knew not whence the woman had come, since the ramparts were closed. The Birth of Fin MacCumal and the Fenians - copied by Tormod "The Elder" MacLear The story of the birth of Fin MacCumhail and the founding of the Fenians is as true as the day is long and the grass is green in Erin. I have it on good authority from unimpeachable sources among the wee-folk. |