Tread carefully, stranger. You have wandered into territory ruled by its own laws. Here, each fennid warrior is a king in his own right.

This hillfort is affectionately known to the residents of Inver Colpa as The Hall of the Red Poets. Have you heard the call of the Borabu singing the Dord Fian? If so, you have come to the right place. It is here that we call ourselves both Warrior and Poet, where no hunt, battle, or lovemaking goes unsung.

A warrior is born by his conquest. A hero, by his song.