5.
Breaking Point
Cnociasc was a fishing village just west of the Clochán na Bhfómhorach, now a strange landscape of sharply-cut and densely packed stone columns leading down to the sea.
Clochán na Bhfómhorach
When the sun had risen that morning it was as bustling and outwardly prosperous a settlement as one could ever expect to find in that harsh region in the north of Eirú. Men had been out in their currachs casting lines, or working upon the nets along the rocky shore. Women and children had been gathering the edible offerings of Mannán Mac Lir, laying seaweed to dry across the rocks or preparing the fish that had been hard won from the sea.
But that had been the morning.
Now Cnociasc would have been unrecognizable to its inhabitants - if any had been left alive. Which was not t
