Being a full account of matters concerning the Mirror Isle and the Exiles from Caer Glas. According to the legends of my people, there is a mirror of our isle that lies at the intersection of the Lands of Death, Arcadia and the Mortal World. It is a place that our dead go to before…

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Being a tale of journey’s end and hope renewed; an account of the proceedings at Eton in 1101AF by Gwalchmai ap Maelduine, an exile of Caer Glas, warrior-bard of the Beomarisian line, hearth-guest and sworn companion to Lord Robert Falcon of Warwick. I travelled to the Grand Tourney alone and without companion, but my journey…

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Mission Title: BREAKING THE MOLD Name: S’KALION Rank : MISSION COMMANDER (TEMPORY) Desingnation: SMALL INSERGENCE FORCE Reporting to: THE COMMITY Date: 05/05/1100 Budget: SPECAIL FINAL FORCES SELECTION; || SKALION CAI IOLAIR HEINRICH VON ALFELD TIBERIAS FARAMIR IV WHUDUNDHAT SHO MIR SHO WILLIAM PENHALIGON JOSEPH FITZLACHLAN OWAIN AP NUDD DIANNA STORMCROW R’ANT PELLEAS DIONYSIS PH’OX VAL-KARN…

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A personal account by Owain ap Nudd And it came to pass on a bare moonlit night, ninety score years and nine since the birthing of the first of the line of Nudd, that the Lords of Blackened Summer met in a great hall made from the thigh-bones of drowned maidens. The Lands of Blackened…

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By A. Robin Ashwine Friday I came to the Heartland Games this year with no real intention of taking part. Which turned out to be fortunate, as things got stupidly busy rather often – as they are wont to do, at the Heartland Games. Lemming was a man on a mission – the Gathering Treaty…

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Expedition to the Trell Marshes, Autumn 1105. Report compiled by Company of the Blackened Staff Day 1 On the approach to Trell, almost all our escorting soldiers could talk about was Caliban. Their hasty departure upon arrival suggested a genuine level of fear, however fortified by our supplies of salt, our band continued towards the…

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3rd day of December 1098 People of Albion Upon leaving the Open Grand Council and seeing the Queen safely returned to Albion, I travelled to Gloucester to setup a rescue centre and manage the aid to the people of Hereford. I can now report that the town was complete sacked and all who attempted to…

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Londinium is fit to burst, Southampton staggers under the weight of people. Every port city in Albion is filled with villagers, peasants, commoners and even nobles. They have come from towns all over the country that lie near rivers. Water is being sold straight off the ships at prices as high as a gold a…

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