Irish Cycle pages were fragments of myths that would later go on to form the Mythological and Ulster Cycles of Irish mythology. During her time in Ireland, the Viking jarlskona Eivor Varinsdottir of the Raven Clan collected these pages while helping her cousin Bárid mac Ímair, King of Dublin, and High King Flann Sinna secure their rules.
The dead heat of a scorching sun was birthed in mud and misery.
The bloody babe, son of Buarainech, was called Balor.
Champion of the Fomorians, he!
Balor bleats with spittled spite and leads his kin from the seething depths. The Fomorians, those of rock and rot, bringers of disease, despair and death. Cavorting in chaos.
Ever the foes of the Tuatha Dé Danann.
Cú Chulainn strikes deep in Balor's back, leaving the wound to fester.
Balor still stands, and fight he must, always the demon and jester.
Never forget Cú Chulainn, son of Lugh, the Beast of Ulster, who fought off cowardly Connacht.
Always remember the Táin Bó Cúailnge, when he singly fought Queen Medb's army, monstrous and misshapen, through many a moon.
And e'er beware the Gae Bolg—the spear that slew his son—and his shield and armor that drank of that blood. If you meet them in battle, you're doomed.
The Morrigan can choose her shape, often appearing as a crow. In such guise, she delights in soaring above the field of battle in search of mortal scrapes. I have seen this myself.
Goddess of War and Death, Prophecy and Fate, she can be whatsoever she wishes, though mostly is a woman, or sometimes three.
She set herself against Cú Chulainn and intervened in a bloody battle he fought with Queen Medb. It was a single battle that lasted a full autumn. Cú Chulainn left the Morrigan lame, but she transformed into an old farm woman and tricked him into curing her. Such is the power of The Morrigan.
Long before man came to Ireland, a people descended like mist from the skies and settled here. The Tuatha Dé Danann.
Divine heroes these! Women and men of knowledge and delight. Makers of the ancient stones speckled throughout our island as well as the Lia Fáil itself, they lived a life of peace and wisdom inspiring the druids who were to come after.
Located in Meath, the Hill of Tara is the ceremonial site [sic] the High Kings of Ireland; where they are inaugurated and where they take their seat. The Hill itself has several circular enclosures, one of which contains the Lia Fáil, a standing stone known as the Stone of Destiny. According to legend, the stone would roar three times if the inaugurated king was indeed the rightful one.