In Ireland, the Great Elk wandered through the forests and mountains, it was a land of sweeping mists, gentle rain and soft sunlight. A land of craving pavings and mysterious rituals. A land where the soothing lilt of the harp floated over cool, clear crystal lakes and rivers. It was the time of Cu Chulainn and Queen Maeve and the Red Branch Knights. This was Ireland, the Celtic Twilight.