The war effort in west Connacht is not one of epic battles. Long, dull periods of watching the coasts for Fomorian pirates and those who would aid them for their own ends, broken up by small, squalid skirmishes in the bogs and pine forests. Constantly watching for reality going out to lunch.
For the British military, west Connacht is just a tedious and unwelcome theatre. But for the dwarves of Ireland and the Fomorians who drove them out of their homeland, this war is a personal matter.
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