HEYA

I APOLOGIZE I GOT SICK-

I am feeling kind of better now :)

My throat still hates me though ;-;

Besides that, I hope y'all have had a wonderful week!

Hopefully, free of sickness

I apologize for this delayed chapter...

But first because Remembrance/Veterans day was a few days ago I drew this:

I am not good at giving motivational stuff, so I will leave it at this: may all of those who died in service of their country be at peace now, and may they find forever happiness in rest. May no one's service be forgotten. 

I think that is all I will say here.

Thank you.

NOW. HERE WE GO.

Plymouth Colony. 

He is kinda.. cold.. 

So uh, he didn't have a flag so I resorted to what I always do: Use the seal because I refuse to use a fake flag made on Reddit no matter how good/bad it may be

Looking back on it now, it might've made more sense to use the flag of England :/

It's too late now, ig.

But uh- Plymouth had a very harsh winter that resulted in half of the settlers dying. 

Not fun. 

You know what's more fun?

FIRST FRENCH EMPIRE RAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA

I APOLOGIZE IF IT LOOKS CRAPPY

I TRIED MY BESTTTTTTTTTTTTT

Uhh.. he is very... French?

IDK MAN-

uhhh just take this next one:

Duchy of Burgundy!

He totally 'loves' the Kingdom of France. 

I tried basing his outfit on Charles the Bold :)

I could've used the military banner but that is not as accurate so I had to resort to using this flag...

I have nothing more to say other then I enjoyed making his necklace :)

So now of course we have our Irish Kingdoms because how could I forget?

So these three (only two will probably show up in the story I am currently working on) are important when it comes to the Kingdom of Connacht because they share power from within. It's kinda like a confederation of sorts Ig. 

So Green guy is Uí Fiachrach Aidhne he is kinda... interesting. 

Then there is  Uí Mhaine who actually is probably the favorite out of all these three. 

Extra: He is also another possible parent of Clanricarde :D

Finally, Uí Briúin. The little golden flower is supposed to be a Cowslip. They like those :)

Now we transition to the best thing ever which is balls! >:D

Austria-Hungary and German Empire just chilling. 

I apologize if the hats are wrong. I grabbed WW1 hats from online on Austria-Hungary and German Empire.

 I was gonna use the spike hat for GE but my motivation said no.

Then there is the alternative version:

Austria-Hungary (with a more accurate flag but Idc) and Reichtangle. 

I felt like it would be a sin not drawing Reichtangle for some reason.. 

Because I made the German Empire a square, I decided to do a more accurate version of the Austria-Hungary flag. 

I kept the eyepatches, though. 

Because A-H can suffer /j

WOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO

I kinda just searched up short-lived republics and wanted to draw this one. 

He lost his other eye privileges because I said so.

Now. 

You guys have been deprived too long.

I must feed you. 

L O R E

Iar loved collecting armor for a reason that he didn't even know himself. But if he found something impressive lying around, like a helmet or even a sword, he would most likely take it. Unless of course, it belonged to someone else, although he still asked if he could have it. Sometimes, he got lucky. Other times, he didn't.

Currently, he was sitting near the riverbank admiring the new helmet Thomond had given him at their recent meeting.

The air was cool and the area bright from the beaming sun above which was covered by passing fluffy gray clouds once in a while. The river was calm but its quick movement could be heard as Iar sat on a large smooth stone he found.

The helmet Iar held was a dull bronze with curved faded markings on the edges. It was circular and ended at the top with a sharp point. The two flaps of the helmet on either side were bumpy, and symbols were engraved on the outside as well.

Iar turned it over in his hands. I have to assume it's a Celtic helmet due to the carvings, but if so, it can't be from here since there have been no helmets in our history that have looked like this one. But then, how did it end up here? Hm. I may have to look into that a little more... Wait, are there even any books talking about the history of helmets? I'll find out later, I guess.

He continued to think hardly about it in his head as he turned it over in his hands several times.

Iar was thrilled Thomond gave him the helmet partially, since it took his mind off of everything that happened involving Connacht. It made him happy, which he hadn't felt in a while since he had been feeling constantly stressed since everything went down. He felt like he had been a stressed mess until he got the helmet.

Iar took a break from examining the helmet to watch the running river. He vaguely remembered being here at some point. The memory wasn't clear, but he remembered that he'd fallen in the river after being pushed in by Connacht. Her reasoning for this was that she wanted him to learn how to swim. Iar only remembered the part where he almost drowned, mainly because Connacht just stood there and did nothing. That was probably one of the starting points for why he disliked Connacht.

"This is the proper way of learning how to swim!" Connacht had said while literally watching him flail around.

Looking back on it, Iar really wished that he had pushed Connacht into a river at some point. It would have been a good, satisfying way to get some revenge. Besides, she could swim, so she wouldn't have died, though he may have succeeded in pissing her off. But that was a win in his eyes, so it didn't matter. If only I got to do that.

Iar continued to watch the river flow with a smile and remembered that Maigh Seóla had promised to take him fishing here. Well, I guess he can't fulfill his promise seeing as he's dead.

If he remembered correctly, Connacht was to blame for that. Maigh never really had time for Iar. But that was fine; he didn't need to spend time with his family. Though, there were so many things he wished he'd done that he'd never got to do with his family. It made him feel... A little sad actually.

I've wasted time and opportunities because of Connacht. He thought, continuing to watch the river run, but was it really Connacht's fault? Sure, she wasn't the best, but can I really blame her completely? It is also their fault for not even trying to spend time with me. But am I also to blame for not trying harder? Maybe I should've...

He pushed the thought out of his head and returned to looking at the helmet. He wondered who owned this helmet before it ended up here. How was their relationship with their family? Did they like collecting random items they found? Were they looking at him funny right now, wondering who the hell he was and why he was holding their helmet? Were they ever accidentally involved in a death that happened to be a relative? Oh the questions he wished could be answered.

When the last question appeared in his mind, he was reminded of the crashing waves below, the feeling of warm blood, and the sound of the roaring wind.

Don't think about it, Iar. He told himself for the hundredth time, closing his eyes with a sigh. But how can I not? I could've done something- but also, no, I couldn't have. She was going to die either way there was nothing...

He gave a frustrated sigh and stood up, holding the helmet tighter than he realized. He thought about the look in her eyes as it happened. He wasn't sure he could ever forget that look. It will probably haunt me till the day I die.

His gaze drifted to the helmet which he stared at for a long while before muttering, "I hope whoever owned this helmet originally didn't have to witness something like that."

"Iar?" the last words he could remember hearing from Connacht, or at least that's what he could remember. But he remembered her tone of voice, full of confusion and betrayal.

He put the helmet down on the smooth rock he'd been sitting on and stared at the river now. He tried to think of happier thoughts, like how he got away with stealing a compass from a certain somebody.

It was difficult though, when the memory of Connacht seemed to fully occupy his mind.

"We're going to the cliffs," Connacht had said with a big smile.

"We are?" Iar tilted his head.

"Yes. We are both going."

"What if I don't want-" Iar was about to finish his sentence when Connacht simply cut him off.

"It'll be fine!" she had said, rolling her eyes, "come on Iar."

It wasn't. It all went horribly wrong, he thought, opening his eyes, wishing he could simply erase the memory from his head. It also made him miss Galway.

Galway would've probably told him to relax and helped him do so. Of course, Galway wasn't his city anymore, so he couldn't see her as much.

It made him sad, though, since he knew she would've helped him feel better. She somehow always managed to make everybody feel better.

Maybe I should go back home, besides I have to feed Orla anyway, unless of course she caught a mouse while I was gone, he thought to himself as he picked up the helmet once more, safely tucking it under his arm. He spread his wings wide, but hesitated to take off. His mind was still spinning from the thoughts of the cliffs.

Iar stood on the edge of the cliff, looking over it. He felt his heart pounding in his chest, wondering if she was still alive or if death had finally claimed her. Should I have done something?

He pushed the memory out of his head once more, trying to think about the meeting he had with Thomond instead. But she had asked how Connacht died. He avoided answering the question, but he knew Thomond wasn't stupid. She understood he didn't want to talk about it which was why she didn't push for details.

Iar looked across the river for a long time, for an instant, thinking he saw a pair of blue eyes from the darkness of the trees before realizing it was his imagination. His gaze drifted to the helmet once more. I can't keep thinking about it. It's just going to drive me crazy, unless of course I am already crazy and I am just in denial.

He didn't like that thought. You are not crazy. But you will be if you keep thinking about it... actually maybe-

He sighed, not sure if he truly believed himself. Iar looked up, spreading his wings once more and taking off into the sky, his scaly red wings glowing in the sunlight, wind whipping his face. He was thankful he could fly, as he didn't know what he would do otherwise. He thought he might have more trouble not thinking about it if he couldn't fly. It also reminded him that he still had letters to write.

That's going to go great. On the bright side, one thing has gone great this week, which is getting a new helmet. I just hope the rest of this week will be better. Iar wanted things to be better. He hated the feeling of not having peace. But hope was all he had, and he hoped things would go up and not tumble downward instead.

End. 

Yayyyy Iar has traumaaaaaa

Anywho so Orla is the cat from the "Iaaaaaarrrrr" chapter. Iar decided to keep her :)

Ngl Iar probably needs a therapist. 

But if you want to have a happy Iar you have to show some armor so you can kidna- I mean, uh make him happy.

haha...

um so.. theories?

Also thoughts and concerns and whatever else you want to say?

Also I shall accept any questions you may have except for anything that involves someone's entire backstory. That is off-limits >:(

Next time you will either have: Dublin lore, Osraige lore, orrrrr letters between certain countries 

 Because I am nice I shall let you choose. If you pick the last option though pick a or b. Just because it makes my life easier.

You will get all three eventually so don't worryyyyy...

I just need you to pick one of them for now :)

Now before I leave. 
Here are a bunch of memes that I found in my basement! 

Warning: the first one is a little dark

That is all for you people today. 

I am afraid I must depart. 

GOODBYE FRIENDS

SEE YOU NEXT TIMEEEEEEEEEEEEE

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