Empress of the Raven Empire of Rome~Goddess of War~Mother of the Fenrir Wolf, Wulfric Fenrisson, and Grandmother to Empress Shani Ambrotos of SKE~MSE WRATH ~Captain of the Rhine Maidens of the Brotherhood of the Bloodaxe
>My name? It is the Morrigan.
I am the Phantom Queen.
I laugh with glee when battles
Stain red the fields so green.
Sometimes I am a beauty
Desired by every lord;
Sometimes I am the hag who scrubs
Out bloodshirts at the ford.
When mortals came to Eire,
When Cuchulainn was killed,
When Brian fought the Northmen,
Whenever blood was spilled:
Whenever mighty heroes
Fell dying on the field,
I and my sisters watched them,
As on ravens' wings we wheeled.
You thought us vanished? You were wrong!
Today brings far more meat
Than any of the Red Branch
Slew in their famous feats.
In Koth, Zamora, Shem,
Or the Arena -- it's sublime!
I'm glad I am immortal --
So many wars, so little time.
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NAME:Goddess Morrigan of the Tuatha de Dannaan
NICKNAMES: Phantom Queen, The Morrigu
DATE OF BIRTH: N/A / over 10 thousand years of age
PLACE OF BIRTH: Isle of Eirie
CURRENT RESIDENCE: Rome, Italy
Princess Arya -Gen of the Wolfpack
Princess Caitlyn of Florence -Seer
Prince Marcus Meridius
A Poem The Raven
Every night a raven visits me its feathers dark as its future every night a raven visits me its eyes full of dreams every night a raven visits me whispering whispering every night a raven visits me telling tales of sorrow every night a raven visits me telling a forgotten memory every night a raven visits me its hart full of a wanting every night a raven visits me sharing words, that don`t want to be said every night a raven visits me every night i fly my feathers dark as my past.
By muniro ali
CURRENT RESIDENCE: Rome, Italy
HAIR COLOR: Raven Black
EYE COLOR: Green
SEXUAL ORIENTATION: Straight
RELATIONSHIP STATUS: Single
PAST RELATIONSHIP: None of your business
CURRENT RELATIONSHIP: NO ONE
The Morrigan was brought and taught all to know from the Temple of the Goddess', until one day she was kidnapped by barbarians whom she never seen before, for days she traveled with these men who she could not understand, she was more scared of what they would do, But her senses told her they wanted her for a reason. Finally they reached the Hall that stood out in the middle of nowhere, and it was cold, from the snow. they made her help her fix food, something she never did before, but she learned, as she grew she told one of the women she learned Nordic from, that she was of age for she needed help. Awhile later within the week the one who kidnapped her came to her into her room, and took her, and nine months later she gave birth to a God, for that night all the wolves came to the hut howling, but soon, Morrigan progressed in her abilities, meaning she must leave, but she was told that the boy was no longer. She spent thousands of years destroying all in her path, taking on those Chieftains that thought could best her, until one day she met up with Thorgil Ragnarrson, they fought, and fought, until both could not best the other. That day she became the mans Emissary, but in the back of her mind knew in her heartthat her son was alive.She went back for him, only to fight his father for many moons, causing the realm that was once green and full of life to become but nothing but dirt. She soon married Maximus Meridius, and became the Empress of Rome/Raven Empire, only he was not capable to rule, nor could he lead his men into combat as his wife, the Goddess of war could, nor her son, DennisF enrisson, for together they brought, not only death, but that of destruction, many claimed her a friend, but she knew her her real friends were, and they also in turn knew who they were. For she had made allies with the strongest of Empires, and as they say, Only War is that for Empires to decide, unless of course your a Lycanthrope who is the eldest son of the Goddess of War.
Empress Morrigan, Goddess Of War
❝War is the business of Empires❞
History of the Empress
The Morr�gan ("terror" or "phantom queen") or M�rr�gan ("great queen") (also known as Morr�gu, Morr�ghan, Mor-R�oghain, sometimes given in the plural as Morr�gna) is a figure from Irish mythology who appears to have once been a goddess, although she is not explicitly referred to as such in the texts.
She is associated with sovereignty, prophecy, war, and death on the battlefield. She sometimes appears in the form of a crow, flying above the warriors, and in the Ulster cycle she also takes the form of an eel, a wolf, and a cow. She is generally considered a war deity comparable with the Germanic Valkyries, although her association with cattle also suggests a role connected with fertility, wealth, and the land.
She is often interpreted as a triple goddess, although membership of the triad varies: the most common combination is the Morr�gan, the Badb, and Macha, but sometimes includes Nemain, Fea, Anann, and others.
A fierce enemay, a loyal friend.
There is some disagreement over the meaning of the Morr�gan's name. It can be straightforwardly interpreted as "great queen"
Old Irish m�r, great;
 r�gan, queen  deriving from a hypothetical Proto-Celtic *Māra Rīganī-s  However it often lacks the diacritic over the o in the texts. Alternatively, mor (without diacritic) may derive from an Indo-European root connoting terror or monstrousness, cognate with the Old English maere (which survives in the modern English word "nightmare") and the Scandinavian mara  This can be reconstructed in Proto-Celtic as *Moro-rīganī-s  Current scholarship mostly holds to Morr�gan, often translated as "Phantom Queen" being the older, more accurate form  The earliest sources for the Morr�gan are glosses in Latin manuscripts, and glossaries (collections of glosses). In a 9th century manuscript containing the Latin Vulgate translation of the Book of Isaiah, the word Lamia is used to translate the Hebrew Lilith  A gloss explains this as "a monster in female form, that is, a morr�gan". Cormac's Glossary (also 9th century) and a gloss in the later manuscript H.3.18, both explain the plural word gudemain ("spectres")  with the plural form morr�gna  The 8th century O'Mulconry's Glossary says that Macha is one of the three morr�gna. It therefore appears that at this time the name Morr�gan was seen as referring to a class of beings rather than an individual.
The Morr�gan's earliest narrative appearances, in which she is depicted as an individual, are in stories of the Ulster Cycle, where she has an ambiguous relationship with the hero C�chulainn. In T�in B� Regamna (The Cattle Raid of Regamain), C�chulainn encounters the Morr�gan as she drives a heifer from his territory. He challenges and insults her, not realising who she is. By this he earns her enmity. She makes a series of threats, and foretells a coming battle in which he will be killed. She tells him, enigmatically, "I guard your death"  In the T�in B� Cuailnge queen Medb of Connacht launches an invasion of Ulster to steal the bull Donn Cuailnge; the Morr�gan, glossed as equivalent to Alecto of the Greek Furies, appears to the bull in the form of a crow and warns him to flee  C�chulainn defends Ulster by fighting a series of single combats at fords against Medb's champions. In between combats the Morr�gan appears to him as a young woman and offers him her love, and her aid in the battle, but he spurns her. In response she intervenes in his next combat, first in the form of an eel who trips him, then as a wolf who stampedes cattle across the ford, and finally as a red heifer leading the stampede, just as she had threatened in their previous encounter. However C�chulainn wounds her in each form and defeats his opponent despite her interference. Later she appears to him as an old woman bearing the same three wounds that her animal forms sustained, milking a cow. She gives C�chulainn three drinks of milk. He blesses her with each drink, and her wounds are healed  As the armies gather for the final battle, she prophesies the bloodshed to come.
In one version of C�chulainn's death-tale, as the hero rides to meet his enemies, he encounters the Morr�gan as a hag washing his bloody armour in a ford, an omen of his death. Later in the story, mortally wounded, C�chulainn ties himself to a standing stone with his own entrails so he can die upright, and it is only when a crow lands on his shoulder that his enemies believe he is dead 
❝Strong in mind and character.❞
History of the Empress
The Morr�gan also appears in texts of the Mythological Cycle. In the 12th century pseudohistorical compilation Lebor Gab�la �renn she is listed among the Tuatha D� Danann as one of the daughters of Ernmas, granddaughter of Nuada.
The first three daughters of Ernmas are given as �riu, Banba, and F�dla. Their names are synonyms for Ireland, and they were married to Mac Cuill, Mac C�cht, and Mac Gr�ine, the last three Tuatha D� Danann kings of Ireland. Associated with the land and kingship, they probably represent a triple goddess of sovereignty. Next come Ernmas's other three daughters: the Badb, Macha, and the Morr�gan. A quatrain describes the three as wealthy, "springs of craftiness" and "sources of bitter fighting". The Morr�gan's name is said to be Anann, and she had three sons, Glon, Gaim, and Coscar. According to Geoffrey Keating's 17th century History of Ireland, �riu, Banba, and F�dla worshipped the Badb, Macha, and the Morr�gan respectively, suggesting that the two triads of goddesses may be seen as equivalent.
The Morr�gan also appears in Cath Maige Tuireadh (The Battle of Mag Tuired). On Samhain she keeps a tryst with the Dagda before the battle against the Fomorians. When he meets her she is washing herself, standing with one foot on either side of the river Unius. In some sources she is believed to have created the river. After they have sex, the Morr�gan promises to summon the magicians of Ireland to cast spells on behalf of the Tuatha D�, and to destroy Indech, the Fomorian king, taking from him "the blood of his heart and the kidneys of his valour". Later, we are told, she would bring two handfuls of his blood and deposit them in the same river (however, we are also told later in the text that Indech was killed by Ogma)
As battle is about to be joined, the Tuatha D� leader, Lug, asks each what power they bring to the battle. The Morr�gan's reply is difficult to interpret, but involves pursuing, destroying and subduing. When she comes to the battlefield she chants a poem, and immediately the battle breaks and the Fomorians are driven into the sea. After the battle she chants another poem celebrating the victory and prophesying the end of the world.
In another story she lures away the bull of a woman called Odras, who follows her to the otherworld via the cave of Cruachan. When she falls asleep, the Morr�gan turns her into a pool of water.
Nature and Functions
The Morr�gan is often considered a triple goddess, but her supposed triple nature is ambiguous and inconsistent. Sometimes she appears as one of three sisters, the daughters of Ernmas: the Morr�gan, the Badb and Macha. Sometimes the trinity consists of the Badb, Macha and Nemain, collectively known as the Morr�gan, or in the plural as the Morr�gna. Occasionally Fea or Anu also appear in various combinations. However the Morr�gan also frequently appears alone, and her name is sometimes used interchangeably with the Badb, with no third "aspect" mentioned.
The Morr�gan is usually interpreted as a "war goddess": W. M. Hennessey's "The Ancient Irish Goddess of War," written in 1870, was influential in establishing this interpretation. Her role often involves premonitions of a particular warrior's violent death, suggesting a link with the Banshee of later folklore. This connection is further noted by Patricia Lysaght: "In certain areas of Ireland this supernatural being is, in addition to the name banshee, also called the badhb".
It has also been suggested that she was closely tied to Irish m�nnerbund groups  (described as "bands of youthful warrior-hunters, living on the borders of civilized society and indulging in lawless activities for a time before inheriting property and taking their places as members of settled, landed communities") and that these groups may have been in some way dedicated to her. If true, her worship may have resembled that of Perchta groups in Germanic areas.
However, M�ire Herbert has argued that "war per se is not a primary aspect of the role of the goddess", and that her association with cattle suggests her role was connected to the earth, fertility and sovereignty; she suggests that her association with war is a result of a confusion between her and the Badb, who she argues was originally a separate figure. She can be interpreted as providing political or military aid, or protection to the king - acting as a goddess of sovereignty, not necessarily a war goddess.
There is a burnt mound site in County Tipperary known as Fulacht na M�r R�oghna ("cooking pit of the M�rr�gan"). The fulachta sites are found in wild areas, and usually associated with outsiders such as the Fianna and the above-mentioned m�nnerbund groups, as well as with the hunting of deer. The cooking connection also suggests to some a connection with the three mythical hags who cook the meal of dogflesh that brings the hero C�chulainn to his doom. The D� Chich na Morrigna ("two breasts of the M�rr�gan"), a pair of hills in County Meath, suggest to some a role as a tutelary goddess, comparable to Danu or Anu, who has her own hills in County Kerry. Other goddesses known to have similar hills are �ine and Grian of County Limerick who, in addition to a tutelary function, also have solar attributes.
My word is golden.
There have been attempts by some modern authors of fiction to link the Arthurian character Morgan le Fay with the Morr�gan. Morgan first appears in Geoffrey of Monmouth's Vita Merlini (The Life of Merlin) in the 12th century. However, while the creators of the literary character of Morgan may have been somewhat inspired by the much older tales of the goddess, the relationship ends there. Scholars such as Rosalind Clark hold that the names are unrelated, the Welsh "Morgan" (Wales being the source of Arthurian legend) being derived from root words associated with the sea, while the Irish "Morr�gan" has its roots either in a word for "terror" or a word for "greatness".
This little old lady was indeed odd, she wouldn't keep yapping much like his Dark......well never mind. A smirk formed upon his handsome face as the Thunder God humored the little old lady. Looking around he knew this had to be the doings of his beloved Dark Empress or her son, Wulfric, the one that thinks he's funny while he isn't the least bit.
As they kept walking she suddenly asked him for provisions. He raised an eyebrow as she planted her old ass down sitting and demanding food and water.
"No wonder you're parched old lady, you haven't stopped talking since we've met.
He then looked around and easily freed himself from the ropes and took a hold of Storm Breaker sending a jolt of lightning striking a bird as it fell nearby. Walking over he picked it up as it was nearly fried to a crisp.
The Thunder God looked over this old lady with suspicions. He is well aware of his Dark Empresses onery ways. Even though she likes to display the persona of a mean spirited Empress he's had the pleasure of seeing the lighter side of Morrigan. She does actually smile, she does like to hold hands and kiss even if it's begrudgingly displayed in private only. Another thing she likes to do is pulling one over him and he is always on his toes around her.
Watching this old lady closely he smiled at her and wondered if this was one of his beloved's tricks. Taking the rope he raised an eyebrow and decided he would humor this odd event that was taking place. Using his hands and mouth the Son of Odin strapped the Mighty Storm Breaker upon his back then tied his hands together but he is confident he would be able to break this little string.
"Alright Milady, lets see how much the Dark Empress will pay for me"
The Thunder God walked into the woods to cut through, he could feel a presence but couldn't pinpoint exactly what it was. He wasn't the least bit worried because whatever it was was in for one hard-luck lesson if they think they would get one over on the Son of Odin. With Storm Breaker rested squarely on his shoulder, he walked with the swagger only worthy of the Thunder God.
His mind was on his Dark Empress and he wasn't going to take no for an answer. He wanted some time with her and he was going to get it one way or another. He did, however, notice a Raven circling him diving near him to be an annoyance. This bird was lucky he had an soft spot for Ravens because of his trusted Ravens back on Asgard. Huginn and Muninn, the ever watchful eyes of the All-Father and now him also. Bluish hues of electricity resonated throughout his muscular frame as he was about to zap the annoying little ass until this old woman appeared out of nowhere startling the Prince of Asgard somewhat. Raising an eyebrow he answered the little old woman....
Standing on the balcony of the Great Hall in Asgard the Son of Odin's mind was upon a certain Dark Goddess. The Empress of the Raven Empire had caught the eye of the Thunder God and they had exchanged several flirtatious banters with one another. After some courting, he believed he had won her heart as well as the approval of her son, his friend, Wulfric. That in itself is an honor because Wulfric's love for his beloved mother is well known throughout the realms. So, when he gave his approval, that is an honor bestowed upon the Thunder God that he will never forget.
She had been on his mind from day one, with her being an Empress and him, the protector of the nine realms they rarely had a chance to see one another much less even talk. He missed her, her scent, her beauty, unmatched by any in his eyes. With his new and more powerful weapon in hand, Storm Breaker, the Thunder decided to damn it all and make his way to the Raven Empire.
Arriving in the Raven Empire unannounced was not always a wise thing to do. He arrived at the Empress's favorite lake.
Smiling he started to walk towards the city deciding to soak up the beauty of the Raven Empire. He was also sure if the Empress was indeed present she probably already know of his arrival.