The Queen of All Albion

Lyrics: Gentlemen it is my duty To inform you of one beauty Though I’d ask of you a favour Not to seek her for a while Though I own she is a creature Of character and feature No words can paint the picture Of the queen of Albion Chorus And if you could have seen…

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An Albione curse

Many years back when these old oaks were young Many years before the Pendragon would come A low and evil deed was done In the dark of the Greenwood In the dark of the Greenwood From the shores of Lyonesse King William came To Albion fair, King Harold to slay With greed in his heart…

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It is not the sword

It is not the sword – Anon. “It is not the sword, but the man,” said Merlyn. But the people demanded a sign— the sword forged by Waylund, Excalibur, the “lightning-shard.” “It is not the sword, but the words men follow.” Still, he set it in the stone —Excalibur, the sword of kings— and many…

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On the Mountain Clans of the Dragonspine and the Keswick Fells

On the Mountain Clans of the Dragonspine and the Keswick Fells – their history and their culture – as set down by Wyndrake Winterheart, of the Noble House of Winterheart, Duke of Keswick and Lord of the Fells The region is sparsely populated, with vast wilderness, forests, pine-covered hills and snow-capped mountains, speckled with tiny…

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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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A copy of a letter written by Wyndrake Winterheart, Duke of Keswick, on the march to Al’Qafar 1115, to Breeana Fellbourne, of the Order of Nethras

My Dearest Breeana, The indications are very strong that we shall reach our destination in a few days – perhaps tomorrow. And lest I should not be able to write you again I feel impelled to write a few lines that may fall under your eye when I am no more. I have no misgivings…

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O, Gather hats and Hunter’s shrines

by the surly war poet Kharag Blackmane Men and women near and far, Hear the song of Calligar, Hunt ancestor, brave and strong, Till they were removed from the pantheon. Mad with anger did they go, Sending minions down below, Calling on the Wyld Hunt, Erdrejan soldiers bore the brunt. O, Gather hats and Hunter’s…

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Report of an incident in Gloucester

Late on the Saturday evening of the Summer Moot, a rather scared young man ran into the Courts encampment, stating wildly that “they” were after him, that he had to get away or they’d get him. He was originally taken aside by the Foxkin, Kellunier, and an associate who started to attempt to reassure and…

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On the passing of Queen Eloise

by Kachina As the leaves fall, and the wind blows, the colours change and the sun glows. As time moves on the seasons flow, the clock turns and life grows. The pattern ages and moves through the cycle, until one day it reaches the end of its spiral. We cannot be where you are, however…

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Honouring the life and rule of Queen Eloise Hunter

Detailed below is an account of Olaf ‘The Hammer’ Ironshield, Thane of the Ironhold of Trinity Reach, Honouring the life and rule of Queen Eloise Hunter. Where to Begin, in such sad times. Well it is known the mistrust between Dwarf and Elf, going back to ages past. The wars, the grief, the suffering, the needless death….

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