Sup. 

I'm tired. Last week was long and painful.

This week I am hoping school may spare my life, but I have doubts.

But also Halloween is this week so yayyyy!

If I don't get the next chapter posted on October 31st, then I hope you have a great Halloween and have tons of fun!

I am super excited for Halloween if you couldn't tell. 

Though, for the Halloween costume thing I am unsure if I should try doing an Irish kingdom. Mainly because, I don't want to just draw them all the time as much as I love them.

But uh anyway, let's begin!

Iar Connacht! 

I felt like I needed to draw him/design him since he will be playing an essential role in the upcoming story :))

Designing him was slightly challenging because I struggled to find art on one of the kings of Iar Connacht, and also, there isn't much art about this kingdom. 

I did enjoy drawing his wings and his little.. uh.. frill? I don't know what it's called- the thing on his head that looks like ears.

Anyway, I have drawn him once before as a ball in the Kingdom of Connacht Pt. 2 chapter. 

Iar is just having fond memories about what happened in that chapter with his grandmaaaaa :))

So fun.. 

It brings a tear to my eye..

It totally didn't give him a little bit of trauma.....

.........

Okay, enough with that, 

The next one is another Halloween costume country thing, but I am not pleased with it. 

You guys may have different opinions; however, my artist doubt is kicking in ;-;

I apologize

Anywho.. uh.. here you are:

Prussia as a serial killer because I was reading about a serial killer that once lived in Prussia. 

AGHHH I HATE THISSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSS

Prussia is cool though. 

The serial killer I was reading about from Prussia btw was Karl Denke. 

I should've based the outfit on him but it's too lateeee

If you are going to search that guy up and are sensitive to murder topics then uh, just don't search him up, or don't do it before bed. You may have nightmares otherwise. 

I know I made that mistake-

Well,

It's time for the rest of the relationship charts from last week!

If you have any questions about any of the relationships here, I will happily answer them. 

So btw, Iveagh should be here but I didn't add her because uh, lazy and also everybody has the same opinion which is neutral so yeahhhhhhh- idk.

If I do more relationship charts they shall not be Irish Kingdoms. Possibly colonies in North America orrr maybe the Heptarchy? 

There is also the option of doing something new.

I shall decide. 

Now here is a random sketch I did during Math (I was paying attention btw, I just draw sometimes while my teachers are speaking)

I listened to Just a man too much..

Odysseus has to yeet- I mean to drop a baby off a wall. 

Don't worry; the baby will be fine.

Totally. 

I mean, it's not like he'll die or anything... 

UHHH ON A MUCH LIGHTER NOTE:

The Principality of Wales! 

He is just chilling on a rock in the river. However, there is one tiny problem. 

He has no idea how to swim.

Wales may be stuck there for a little while.... 

Side note: this is one of my headcanons that the Principality of Wales doesn't know how to swim which is totally not important to his lore or anything. 

Hehe. 

K, final ball:

First East Turkestan Republic. 

I picked a random ball to draw because I was bored. 

I liked how it turned out, though. 

I was going to give 'em a hat but I forgotttttt 

Well now, it is time for the moment you've all been waiting for.

L O R E

Iar Connacht was sitting at his long wood desk, writing a letter he planned to send to West Bréifne. The loud scratching of his quill could be heard throughout the room, along with the sound of the crackling fire from the fireplace. The glow from the fireplace illuminated the room, giving it a bright vermillion hue. Random items, such as weapons and pieces of armor, were found around the room, some of which were hung on the wall.

Iar felt his hand start to ache from the amount of writing he was doing. It also didn't help that he felt like he hadn't slept in days, his eyes drooping and his mind barely registering what he was doing. He had to reread his sentences a couple of times just in case because he started writing random things without realizing it.

Iar gave a deep sigh and read through the letter once more,

Dear, West Bréifne

I am sending this to bring the ̶g̶̶r̶̶e̶̶a̶̶t̶ unfortunate news that the Kingdom of Connacht has sadly passed away. ̶I̶ ̶t̶̶h̶̶i̶̶n̶̶k̶. Anyway, I know you probably don't care ̶b̶̶e̶̶c̶̶a̶̶u̶̶s̶̶e̶ ̶C̶̶o̶̶n̶̶n̶̶a̶̶c̶̶h̶̶t̶ ̶w̶̶a̶̶s̶ ̶k̶̶i̶̶n̶̶d̶ ̶o̶̶f̶ ̶a̶ ̶b̶̶i̶̶t̶̶c̶̶h̶ which makes sense, however, I wanted to let you know ̶j̶̶u̶̶s̶̶t̶ ̶b̶̶e̶̶c̶̶a̶̶u̶̶s̶̶e̶. I hope all is well for you and have fun with life I guess. ̶S̶̶a̶̶d̶ ̶I̶ ̶g̶̶u̶̶e̶̶s̶̶s̶

Good regards, Iar (West) Connacht.

̶P̶̶s̶. ̶I̶̶s̶ ̶i̶̶t̶ ̶n̶̶o̶̶r̶̶m̶̶a̶̶l̶ ̶t̶̶o̶ ̶s̶̶e̶̶e̶ ̶r̶̶a̶̶n̶̶d̶̶o̶̶m̶ ̶h̶̶a̶̶l̶̶l̶̶u̶̶c̶̶i̶̶n̶̶a̶̶t̶̶i̶̶o̶̶n̶̶s̶ ̶w̶̶h̶̶e̶̶n̶ ̶y̶̶o̶̶u̶ ̶h̶̶a̶̶v̶̶e̶̶n̶'̶t̶ ̶s̶̶l̶̶e̶̶p̶̶t̶ ̶f̶̶o̶̶r̶ ̶t̶̶w̶̶o̶ ̶d̶̶a̶̶y̶̶s̶? ̶Y̶̶o̶̶u̶ ̶k̶̶n̶̶o̶̶w̶ ̶w̶̶h̶̶a̶̶t̶ ̶n̶̶e̶̶v̶̶e̶̶r̶̶m̶̶i̶̶n̶̶d̶ ̶I̶ ̶a̶̶m̶ ̶s̶̶u̶̶r̶̶e̶ ̶i̶̶t̶'̶s̶ ̶n̶̶o̶̶r̶̶m̶̶a̶̶l̶.Ia

Iar grimaced as he finished reading through it. It definitely was not the best letter he ever wrote, in fact it was probably one of the worst. I sound like I'm drunk, he thought as he glared down unhappily at the letter. I am definitely going to rewrite this letter tomorrow. He leaned back in his chair and stared at the wooden ceiling above him.

The sound of the crackling fireplace was relaxing to Iar, especially after the past two days of neverending stress. It had all started at those stupid cliffs, which Iar decided he would never return to, not after everything that happened.

 Iar was pretty sure Connacht had died and had to go around telling people this. However, the hanging possibility of Connacht surviving hung over his head. If she didn't die, if she was still alive, despite the slim chance, would she be angry at him? Or would she let it go? No, she would be mad at you. You were a coward for not helping, he thought to himself.

One part of him wondered if he should've helped, the other part kept saying, she was going to die anyway, and besides she wouldn't have helped you if that happened to you. She deserved it. The thing was, though, he wasn't sure if the other kingdoms believed him. When he told Lower Mac William, they seemed a little suspicious of him. He understood why, but he was worried this would lead some to develop theories. Hopefully, that wouldn't be the case.

The first one he had told was Clanricarde, which went as well as he expected.

"The Kingdom of Connacht is dead." Iar Connacht told Clanricarde. Which was technically half true.

"How... did she die?" Clanricarde asked slowly, seeming like he didn't want to push it.

"She collapsed. About time as well, she was already dying when the civil wars started." Iar replied, showing no signs of pity.

"You don't seem to care."

"Can you blame me? She was a shitty person." Iar Connacht replied, crossing his arms with a frown.

Clanricarde shrugged, "Well, I guess, but I expected more pity-"

"I don't think she deserves any." Iar muttered, more to himself than to Clanricarde.

Clanricarde frowned, "Iar, that's a little cruel even for you."

"And why do you care? You don't care about anyone except yourself!" Iar snapped, switching his gaze over to him with slight annoyance.

Clanricarde seemed stunned and stared at him for a little while. Iar glanced back at him, feeling guilt and shame build up inside of him.

"I'm sorry- I just- I'll leave." he said awkwardly before turning and leaving, his hands behind his back, in his thoughts, he was scolding himself for what he said. Stupid Iar, why did you say that? Gah! You are an idiot sometimes!

He pushed the memory aside; it was too late to change that interaction. But he still wished he hadn't said that. Sure, he felt contempt for Clanricarde, but he was pretty sure that doing what he'd done made it worse.

Iar continued to stare at the ceiling blankly before remembering that he had a meeting with Thomond soon. No doubt, she was definitely going to ask about how she died.

If she died.

Iar closed his eyes, feeling slightly comfortable where he was, the warmth of the fireplace providing comfort. He wished this was how it could always be, peaceful.

Silence filled the room except for the sound of the hearth. He felt relaxed and at peace, something he'd been wanting to feel for days, but unfortunately not achieving what he wanted. He felt his thoughts slow down; perhaps he needed sleep-

SLAM!

Iar opened his eyes and sat up bolt-right, looking around the room, straining his eyes to see the source of the noise. What the hell was that?

He sat there for a couple of seconds, listening. At first, he didn't hear any other sounds, and wondered if he had imagined it. He then suddenly heard the faint creak of a floorboard. Iar's expression darkened as he slowly stood up from the chair, shakily grabbing his knife from his desk and holding it tightly in his grip. He was not in the mood to die today if someone just broke into his house.

Iar continued to move slowly as he exited the room, listening closely for any noise in the area and all the while being as quiet as he could. He folded his red scaly wings closer to himself so that they didn't scrape the floor and alert whoever was in the house. He continued walking as slowly as possible, feeling his grip tighten as he heard the faint sound of someone scurrying through a hallway.

Someone is definitely here. He thought to himself, continuing to clench the knife even tighter as he quietly made his way to where the noise came from.

He paused in the hallway, taking everything in to see if anything was out of the ordinary. He felt a breeze hit his face, which made him frown. A breeze indoors? That definitely was not right. The dull wooden door opened a crack, cold wind moving inside and hitting Iar gently in the face.

Movement caught Iar's eye from the curtains, which distracted him from the door. He stared at it for a moment, then, taking in a breath, moved towards the curtains, raising the knife. It felt like ages before he was finally standing in front of the curtains.

At last, he ripped open the curtains swiftly, aiming his knife at whatever was behind it, and immediately lowered his knife.

Instead of a person standing there as he had expected, it instead was a small furry black cat with amber-green eyes. The cat bluntly sat there, tilting its head curiously like it didn't quite understand what Iar had been about to do.

Iar couldn't help smiling as he stared down at the cat, "I genuinely thought you were going to try and kill me."

The cat leaped down from its perch and rubbed itself against his leg. "How did you get in here? Actually, what should I do with you?"

The cat simply looked at him with big eyes, a purring, motor sound coming from it.

He liked cats; they were cute, but he didn't really want one of his own. He didn't have the time nor the patience. But he couldn't kick it out-

"Maybe I'll let you stay for now..." he muttered to himself. The cat headbutted his leg gently, continuing to purr.

Iar sighed and, after closing the front door, began walking away, deciding to just go to bed. The cat, closely followed behind, making small chirping noises.

He continued walking until he paused in his steps to an open door. The flicker of candlelight could be seen, flickering weakly. 

Huh. He pushed open the door and the first thing he spotted was a desk. It looked ancient, almost like it was about to fall into itself. Its paint was chipped, and cobwebs stuck in certain sides of the desk. Besides that, the room was mostly empty, minus the windows on the walls and a clock ticking in the corner.

Didn't this desk belong to someone before? He wondered. But if it did, he couldn't recall. He didn't even feel like he could think properly.

He forced himself to approach the desk, which sat there silently. He didn't know why he felt like it had been important.

Iar spotted something inside the open bottom drawer. He reached his hand inside and pulled out a book.

The book had a black leather cover and was covered with dust, on the top, gold letters read, A Journey To The Other Side.

He felt like he recognized the title, but from where he couldn't quite put his finger on it. Tiredness continued to rake at him, and he knew he probably wouldn't be able to figure it out when he felt like he was about to pass out.

Iar placed the book on the desk, deciding he would read it later on.

The black cat who had been sitting on the chair, leapt off and followed him, tail pointing in the direction they were going.

Iar felt glad he could finally relax, but before he left the room, he paused in his tracks. Out of the corner of his eye, he thought he saw someone standing there with a blue-white flag and long black wings, blood dripping onto the floor, and a look of vengeance in her eyes.

But when Iar did a double take, no one was there but himself and the cat.

I definitely need to sleep.

End

Sorry if this story was a little boringggg 

I wanted to give you an introduction to Iar Connacht. 

But I still think the last week's lore story was better anyway. 

It's still my favorite. Orr maybe I just love torturing Leinster and that's why I liked it. /J

Well uh, thoughts on Iar?

Now that I think about it this is basically just Iar's chapter. 

So thing I'd like to add: Clanricarde might be Iar's child. I say might because Clanricarde's predecessor is the House of Burke; however, I don't personify houses, so uh, problem. But Clanricarde is one of Iar's successors on the wiki, so it's possible I shall make Clanricarde his child. Though, if Iar is Clanricarde's child, I need to clarify that he doesn't see him as his son because, uh, family drama. 

Also, yes, I referenced another one of my lore stories slightly, which involved Thomond.

Soooo what are your thoughts/theories?

Finally, do you guys think Conancht is actually dead? Or is she alive? :)

Well anyway, I promised updates for the upcoming story so here we go: First chapter will most likely be posted in November or December we shall see.

Now before I leave have this this that I found on the Polandball Wiki:

Hehe. I love this. 

I forget why I was even on the Polandball Wiki but all I know is that I was, found this, thought it was funny, and did some snatching. 

sighhhhhhhhhhhhhhh that is all I have for you today. 

It is time that I leave.

Good day/night!