Post by Brego, the Saxon on Mar 10, 2013 23:38:41 GMT -6
With Cosette at the farm
Southern Province,
South of Newbury
early Martius, 469 AD
It was in those days, months, and years between the twelve battles against the Saxons, the victory at Mons Badonicus, and now, that many men stood above the others… men who became heroes in the people’s eyes… Arthur, for one, who established the round table for his knights… A table that soon formed into an Idea… An idea of freedom… and around this table gathered men of truth, honor, and gallantry… Men who would help Arthur in managing the freedom they all adored.
And in the southeast, there were Saxons not aligned to those northern invaders that Arthur had defeated. Those of the southeastern coast desired peace, no longer yearning what others had, did not raise sword or shield to become aggressors, but chose to defend Arthur’s coast. These communities had come to Britannia long before the Romans departed, and in battle against Romans hundreds of year prior, they earned the privilege to remain. Brego’s father was the leader of the Seiben Sterne… the Seven Stars… And now Brego, son of Agamemnon, Lord of the Seven Stars allied his Saxon brethren to Arthur and the Knights of the Round Table.
At the same time, Lancelot knew the Saxons would not remain in the mountainous regions of the North… King Cerdic would lick his wounds and desire a return to the fields of battle; desiring to expand his own kingdom in Britannia. Many evenings, during his recovery, Lancelot studied the maps of Britannia. Knowing where each mountain range was to the north and west… knowing their vulnerability was the south and eastern coasts… figuring that Saxon King would eventually sail south, landing on Britannia’s southeastern coasts, and join their already peaceful cousins.
Lancelot, Tristan, Dagonet, and Galahad had spent months dividing some of the remaining roman garrisons, intermixing with Briton militia, into four former main strongholds along the eastern coastal plain… Eboracum, a day south and east of Hadrian’s Wall; Camborium, still farther south and east; Londinium, centered in the lower quarter of the plains; and Venta Belgarium along the southern coasts. (York, Cambridge, London, Winchester). These garrisons would assure that the resident peaceful Saxon communities of the Seven Stars… remained so… or act as an answer to any Saxon aggression. The eastern plains now guarded by the newly formed Briton strongholds, Lancelot and the Sarmatian knights, along with the advantage of new allies in the Picts would patrol the northern and western borders.
Everyone prayed for peace… longed for peace... even Brego and his Saxon settlements on the southeastern coastal plains, yearned to live as the Britons. They knew Britannia to be the home they long to live. They had land… they had food and water… they had one another… but most of all, they had their freedom… and everyone… even down to the last man, woman, and youth… was ready to die for that freedom... Even if it meant fighting family.
No one knew what was forthcoming… the greed for power, of enemies, threatening the peace Brego so much yearned for. Rumor had the Saxon raiders running the northern ridges in small teams… nothing to be concerned with, but should they start terrorizing the villages would be another story.
And so it came to pass, the advancing raiders... not Romans this time... Norsemen... they pillaged, raped, murdered, and destroyed what life had been reclaimed after the Romans had retreated from the isle… but the children of the Isle, the Picts, were a fearsome, determined lot... to hold fast their piece of land... for they belonged to the land... all of them... women and men fought together in bands of smoke and magic... or so the tales were told. And so it was Arthur would send men north to fend off the Saxons.
And in the Saxon Seiben Sterne, there was consternation… worry… A fret of thought that Britons would be murdered in their sleep. Brego, in order to sooth fears in Camelot, mounted his horse, looked to the people gathered at his feet. “I shall be well, fear nay my travels north. This is to show Arthur, that the Seiben Sterne mean him, and his people, no harm.” And he smiled, then spurred his horse onward.
Brego had been gone a week now, and his meeting with Arthur had been fruitful… and he had sworn his sword to Arthur, and signed the Treaty in the name of the Seiben Stern… and he was on his return back to the southeastern Saxon community when fate played an unfair advantage.
The countryside was beautiful… and he displayed no concern of travel. A combat-skilled warrior, Brego could handle his own in battle… but alas, skill could not alter men’s minds. A group of men, possible former Roman soldiers, attacked from the hills, ambushing Brego… And now, those men now lay dead upon the sides of the road that lead south from Camelot… and amongst them, lay Anstriker, the sword of the ruling Seiben Sterne.
Brego was slumped forward on, and supported by, the horse’s neck. The rhythmic stride of the large bay stallion with white socks rocked Brego side to side. “Pain is my enemy…” he whispered to Trikes, his horse. The slight movement of the horse’s head in reaction to the man’s words seemed to resettle him into the saddle. The rider was wounded, and the loss of blood had drained him weak… still he would try to make home.
The barn and small house that were settled upon the property were old, having been part of the land for many years. But their upkeep had been good, and so despite their age they had held up well against Mother Nature when she had attempted to destroy them with her many storms and snow.
He knew not where he was, for pain had deliriumed his mind… and he was too weak to lift his head… yet tried anyway… and in doing so, he shifted his weight… and off the horse he fell… a thud of bodyweight meeting mud from winter’s remnants…
Southern Province,
South of Newbury
early Martius, 469 AD
It was in those days, months, and years between the twelve battles against the Saxons, the victory at Mons Badonicus, and now, that many men stood above the others… men who became heroes in the people’s eyes… Arthur, for one, who established the round table for his knights… A table that soon formed into an Idea… An idea of freedom… and around this table gathered men of truth, honor, and gallantry… Men who would help Arthur in managing the freedom they all adored.
And in the southeast, there were Saxons not aligned to those northern invaders that Arthur had defeated. Those of the southeastern coast desired peace, no longer yearning what others had, did not raise sword or shield to become aggressors, but chose to defend Arthur’s coast. These communities had come to Britannia long before the Romans departed, and in battle against Romans hundreds of year prior, they earned the privilege to remain. Brego’s father was the leader of the Seiben Sterne… the Seven Stars… And now Brego, son of Agamemnon, Lord of the Seven Stars allied his Saxon brethren to Arthur and the Knights of the Round Table.
At the same time, Lancelot knew the Saxons would not remain in the mountainous regions of the North… King Cerdic would lick his wounds and desire a return to the fields of battle; desiring to expand his own kingdom in Britannia. Many evenings, during his recovery, Lancelot studied the maps of Britannia. Knowing where each mountain range was to the north and west… knowing their vulnerability was the south and eastern coasts… figuring that Saxon King would eventually sail south, landing on Britannia’s southeastern coasts, and join their already peaceful cousins.
Lancelot, Tristan, Dagonet, and Galahad had spent months dividing some of the remaining roman garrisons, intermixing with Briton militia, into four former main strongholds along the eastern coastal plain… Eboracum, a day south and east of Hadrian’s Wall; Camborium, still farther south and east; Londinium, centered in the lower quarter of the plains; and Venta Belgarium along the southern coasts. (York, Cambridge, London, Winchester). These garrisons would assure that the resident peaceful Saxon communities of the Seven Stars… remained so… or act as an answer to any Saxon aggression. The eastern plains now guarded by the newly formed Briton strongholds, Lancelot and the Sarmatian knights, along with the advantage of new allies in the Picts would patrol the northern and western borders.
Everyone prayed for peace… longed for peace... even Brego and his Saxon settlements on the southeastern coastal plains, yearned to live as the Britons. They knew Britannia to be the home they long to live. They had land… they had food and water… they had one another… but most of all, they had their freedom… and everyone… even down to the last man, woman, and youth… was ready to die for that freedom... Even if it meant fighting family.
No one knew what was forthcoming… the greed for power, of enemies, threatening the peace Brego so much yearned for. Rumor had the Saxon raiders running the northern ridges in small teams… nothing to be concerned with, but should they start terrorizing the villages would be another story.
And so it came to pass, the advancing raiders... not Romans this time... Norsemen... they pillaged, raped, murdered, and destroyed what life had been reclaimed after the Romans had retreated from the isle… but the children of the Isle, the Picts, were a fearsome, determined lot... to hold fast their piece of land... for they belonged to the land... all of them... women and men fought together in bands of smoke and magic... or so the tales were told. And so it was Arthur would send men north to fend off the Saxons.
And in the Saxon Seiben Sterne, there was consternation… worry… A fret of thought that Britons would be murdered in their sleep. Brego, in order to sooth fears in Camelot, mounted his horse, looked to the people gathered at his feet. “I shall be well, fear nay my travels north. This is to show Arthur, that the Seiben Sterne mean him, and his people, no harm.” And he smiled, then spurred his horse onward.
Brego had been gone a week now, and his meeting with Arthur had been fruitful… and he had sworn his sword to Arthur, and signed the Treaty in the name of the Seiben Stern… and he was on his return back to the southeastern Saxon community when fate played an unfair advantage.
The countryside was beautiful… and he displayed no concern of travel. A combat-skilled warrior, Brego could handle his own in battle… but alas, skill could not alter men’s minds. A group of men, possible former Roman soldiers, attacked from the hills, ambushing Brego… And now, those men now lay dead upon the sides of the road that lead south from Camelot… and amongst them, lay Anstriker, the sword of the ruling Seiben Sterne.
Brego was slumped forward on, and supported by, the horse’s neck. The rhythmic stride of the large bay stallion with white socks rocked Brego side to side. “Pain is my enemy…” he whispered to Trikes, his horse. The slight movement of the horse’s head in reaction to the man’s words seemed to resettle him into the saddle. The rider was wounded, and the loss of blood had drained him weak… still he would try to make home.
The barn and small house that were settled upon the property were old, having been part of the land for many years. But their upkeep had been good, and so despite their age they had held up well against Mother Nature when she had attempted to destroy them with her many storms and snow.
He knew not where he was, for pain had deliriumed his mind… and he was too weak to lift his head… yet tried anyway… and in doing so, he shifted his weight… and off the horse he fell… a thud of bodyweight meeting mud from winter’s remnants…