O traveller of the mists,

Here stretches the sacred territory of the IS, guarded for many moons by the Celtic Clan.

Lay down your iron sword at the foot of the ancestral oak, let your shield rest on the rune stone, for there is no need for armour in these lands where brotherhood and honour reign.

Now tread the ground walked by our warriors, where druids and clan chiefs have paved the way before you.

The fire of knowledge still burns in our sanctuary.

Enter, and become a legend.