Morrigan was an ancient Goddess of battle, fourtune, and death. It was her task to turn the tides of war in favour of the other Gods, and a task she delighted in, perhaps too much. She decided it wasn't enough to manipulate other people's battles. It would be much more enjoyable to have her own army, and her own battles. To this end she began amassing an army of the damned. When the other Gods discovered her plan, they were displeased. The Gods took up arms against Morrigan, and after a long and bloody battle managed to subdue her, and lock her away for what they thought would be eternity.
But there were a few things they never counted on. Like their people slowly stopping their belief. Like their power waning, and fading into obscurity. Morrigan didn't fade, however. Her seething hatred lingered on, along the moors, waiting for its moment. Then one day a little girl, on vacation with her family, was wondering along it the woods. She had run off ahead of the hiking trip, when she heard a whisper. Something seemed to be calling out to her. She followed the feeling to a deep dark cave, and entered.
The girl was never seen again, but from that day forward Morrigan lived once more. Flanked by her everpresent crows Macha and Badb, she re-established her dark castle, and brought for a new army of the undead. Soon the oceans will be as blood and the sky like fire, and with noone to oppose her Morrigan will rule supreme!
Download
the skins.
