The Gray Hag - The Celtic War Goddess

Behind her one can hear the marching of feet, but the fog blanketed what followed the Gray Hag to this place. A crossroads of death. Around the invaders, for all they could now see is just that misty cold curtain. The bite of the painful cold became even more bitter, with the rising of The Blue Hag into the air above them. The wind lashed at them viciously, and slowly the mist fell once more to crawl upon the ground. Exposing the site to chill the heart of any superstitious sort. The marching of the recently dead, eyes red with fury for those that had slain them.