The Fair Folk of my Sluagh wake from their reverie in the Summerlands and grow restless with the full, red moon and the call of the Wild Hunt! The daoine sidhe they call us, the Clan of Danu, benefactors of the arts, perfect in form and action. Our men and women are the most beautiful of face and figure, and our songs are savage and sensual. Our spearpoints are honed and our plaits are limed and taut. Our teeth are clenched, and our bare skin is painted with intricate spirals and smudged stripes of woad. But our stomachs are sated, and we've no taste for blood tonight. Yet we grow hungry...for mischief and misrule!

From the Morrigan's Hill in the Midhe woodlands, my Rade - the horde of Fair Folk - rumbles across the autumn floor, rousing up a violent maelstrom of leaves - orange oak, brown birch, yellow yew, red rowan! Our bare feet and our horses' hooves are thunderous, a thousand drums in the moonlight, quickening the pulse of the land. We are restless creatures, children of two restless worlds, and we celebrate their meeting with our cries of rejoice!

The Milesians hear us. They have gathered around their bonfires, at Tara, to welcome the full circle of the Great Wheel. Some are masked, some dance, some are engaged in acts of love. Whether they be ready for us or not, we are upon them! Our spears are lifted overhead, and our cries grow louder. Never do we mean harm, but we shall surely cause a panic and make our mark upon their feis: What fun it will be!

Each year we descend - some on foot, some on faery steeds - upon the hosts of Tara. The weak-hearted hide within their huts and bolt their doors. But the heroes of Tara's clans join in our chase and dare to ride with us to the sea. It is often their folly, I am sad to say. For those of them that we catch are taken back to the Morrigan's Hill and made slaves of the Summerlands forever!

"Where are you, Heroes of Tara? Do none of you dare tempt the clutches of King Conaglin's Rade and ride on the perilous edge of the Otherworld? I speak to the children of the brave men and women who conquered this land! Hide not in your huts like helpless babes! Join our ride this night, and inspire your Bards to sing of your bold adventures for a thousand years to come!"