Armorica or Aremorica is the name given in ancient times to the part of Gaul between the Seine and Loire rivers, that includes the Brittany peninsula, extending inland to an indeterminate point and down the Atlantic coast. The toponym is based on the Gaulish phrase are-mori "on/at [the] sea", made into the Gaulish place name Aremorica (*are-mor-ika ) "Place by the Sea". The suffix -ika was first used to create adjectival forms and then, names (see regions such as Pays d'Ouche from Utica and Perche from Pertica). The original designation was vague, including a large part of what became Normandy in the 10th century and, in some interpretations, the whole of the coast down to the Garonne river. Later, the term became restricted to Brittany.
In Breton (which belongs to the Brythonic branch of the Insular Celtic languages, along with Welsh and Cornish), "on [the] sea" is war vor (Welsh ar fôr – "f" being voiced, as "v" is in English), though the older form arvor is used to refer to the coastal regions of Brittany, in contrast to argoad (ar "on/at", coad "forest" [Welsh ar goed (coed "trees")]) for the inland regions. These cognate modern usages suggest that the Romans first contacted coastal people in the inland region and assumed that the regional name Aremorica referred to the whole area, both coastal and inland.
Armorica is a card game designed by Eric Vogel, and published in June 2010 by Vainglorious Games in English. Players in Armorica are administrators in the ancient land of Armorica who are trying to convince wealthy Romans to support them and give them prestige.
There are two decks of cards, the Gauls and the Romans. Some of the deck is flipped up for people to choose from.
Every player starts with a card and then play proceeds clockwise with players taking a gual card and placing it in front of them. Players compete for special Roman cards. The goal is to build sets of diverse colors. The larger your sets, the more prestige you get.
Play ends when the either of the decks are exhausted.
Armorica may refer to:
There's a voice in the silence
Piercing the darkness of my own selfish soul
There's a cry deep within me
A yearning to feel you, I look to you Lord
PRECHORUS
I can't pretend I don't run from
the feelings I'm trying to hide
Must get the focus off me and my problems
I look to the cross
CHORUS
You are my rock, on you I stand
Safe from the storms that surround me
You're my only rock, in you I can
Don't have to rely on my own strength
BRIDGE
Oooooh……. I hold on to you Lord
Oooooh……………….Ooooooh