by Seth Frederiksen
The battle was coming; there was no doubt about that. Officers throughout the royal army were busy receiving their orders while the sergeants were tending to the men themselves. Many of the green troops were excited; the thrill of a great victory was high in the ranks. The men of the legendary Titan’s Fist, lacked none of this zeal.
This regiment was among the few to exist during the War of the Great Lions, and even fewer to survive the Age of
I posted when I first started on MS where and how my name was made, but for those that missed it.
Severin-shortened from Severinus pope in 640 AD
Rheiner-shortened from my SCA name of Rhienfelser, one that serves the Rheinfel's castle.
Rheiner=one from the Rheinlands of Germany. also known as Rheinlanders. (Spelling is correct for german, Rhineland would be english translation)
My name was created for my SCA persona. World traveler
The King of Beasts
The bonfire’s light stung his eyes, the heat embraced his body and the sound of how it ate its fuel filled the air as sparks jumped into the wind. Sebarek stood among the hundreds gathered from a over a dozen lineages in a sea of dark flesh and a storm of chatter. What the alien messenger had told his father was something that Sebarek did not know but he had been sent here to hear the words of a man called Nkwaro. He turned his head and left of him, some two dozen
The Envoy of Anshanka
The doors of the throne hall opened and into it strode the Zajamites. They were all dressed in kilts and vests of green and red textiles and carried a multitude of jewels and precious metals. At their lead were two men. One old with grey hair and beard who leaned on a staff of wood that marked him as a herald. Beside the herald was a giant of a man who bore himself proudly with a warrior’s strong body. Behind the two were two lines of five tall dark-skinned warriors
In the open doorway stood two large men. Their long shadows stretched across the dimly lit tavern. Their green-sleeved shirts and thick leather coats of armor branded them as Brigandines—the royal guards of Keeptown and elite warriors of Veredon.
“We’re looking for the outlaw who goes by the name of ‘Leuco’,” one of the soldiers announced, scanning the room for his quarry.
The tavern's rowdy patrons drew quiet and still from the sudden appearance of