For Depravo

A sad, sad thing have I to sing, About an empty grave, O, For I fear none know where he’s gone, The rat they called Depravo. He grew up quick, learned many tricks Before he learned to shave, O, And Karl his dad was glad he had The son he called Depravo. Sometimes it’s true,…

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Steiner, Bloke of the Realm

by Cassius Gaius Merridius Caravanicus Pricum Steinar, Bloke of the realm He’s covered in hair so he don’t need a helm He’s got big teeth, he’s got big feet and part of his ritual was drinking from the teat HEY Steinar, he’s covered in scars He jumps on to swords ’cause they do him no harm…

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A tale of Long Meg

A tale of Long Meg, the Witch Queen of Salkeld, and Her Daughters – as set down by Wyndrake Winterheart, of the Noble House of Winterheart, Duke of Keswick and Lord of the Fells Near the village of Little Salkeld stands the stone circle that comprises the ancient monument called Long Meg and Her Daughters….

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A tale of Coel Hen the Winter Heart

A tale of Coel Hen the Winter Heart, Great King of the Fells, progenitor of many Royal Lines of Britannia, and forebear of Clan Winterheart – as set down by Wyndrake Winterheart, of the Noble House of Winterheart, Duke of Keswick and Lord of the Fells The myths and legends surrounding Coel Hen are many….

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The Last Fell King

A tale of Dunmail, the Last Fell King – as set down by Wyndrake Winterheart, of the Noble House of Winterheart, Duke of Keswick and Lord of the FellsKing Dunmail, the Last Fell King It is not certain, the exact way in which Dunmail Winterheart, the last of the Fell Kings, died, but through poems…

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The Ruined King

Long ago, long before the reign of Arthur Pendragon, a King ruled the land. From coast to coast did his grip hold, and the people prospered, the land mirroring the life of its kin. From the loins of the King was born a daughter blessed by the Ancestors, and men from miles around would travel…

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OrcMyth

Penned by Quex Once upon a time when the Egg was still almost new-laid, the urucks were not the tall, strapping, fearsome creatures that we all know today. Oh dear me, no. They were tiny little puny things, smaller even than the goblins, and their lives were a sore trial because they were so minute….

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Lune and the Child

Each night at midnight the beastmen look to the sky and they see the moon. Some say it is a dragon and others say it is a star that strayed too close. But the beastmen know that it is Lune, the partner of Wolf who took to the sky to steal light from the sun…

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Benedict Karlennon

What can I say of Benedict Karlennon which has not already been spoken? Some little perhaps, some token of the memory which stirs my heart and brings unquiet dreams and thoughts of what might otherwise have been. I met Benedict when my name was nothing in Albion and my face was unknown and he granted…

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The Cauldon of Rebirth

In the legends of my people there is tale told of a King named Bendigeid Vran, and he was the son of Llyr, and there came a time when his sister Branwen was given in marriage to the King of Erin. And that marriage was a cause of more hate than love for strife followed…

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