[h1]The Dagda[/h1]

The currently lumberjack looking man rose from a log to greet the Queen. [color=007236]"Ah, mi'lady. So I have i'Romans to thank fer sending a beauteh to mah prescence. Oh, those silly wee upstarts won't stand a chance against our forces. The weather'll be too much for them."[/color] The rotund man raised his tankard of ale. [color=007236]"Now relax, there's nae need to worry. Don't you have faith in our beautiful worker ants?"[/color] The Dagda proceeded to voraciously drink.

Halfway through drinking Dagda abruptly stops and walks over to the cliff on the aft side of the clearing to see smoke rising over the horizon. [color=007236]"That's not right, none of ours would let a fire grow such."[/color] The Dagda frowns and screams loudly transforming his Druid form. [color=007236]"I didn't think they would get so far so quickly. Monsters!"[/color] He turns to look at the queen. [color=007236]"How many?"[/color]