The Dead King's Horn

The Dead King's Horn

The rising sun will hear a horn,
Ringing out like a sour thorn,
It shall call out to the dying king,
And to the bells for them to sing,
A single blade will carry the deed,
Of such corruption is by greed,
The brother is thow that curse the land,
As death thrusts out his skinless hand,
A widow shall remove here silver ring,
To honor the fall of her beloveded king.

The King's Ring

The King’s Ring

In days of old,

When men were bold,

And kings ruled the land.

There was a king,

With a silver ring,

Up on his right hand.

The ring was carved with runes,

Of old merry tunes,

With joy and delight.

But one day,

The King would say,

And yell out in spite.

“The Ring is gone!

A crime of wrong!

Among me are thieves!

I’ll search every house!

Till they are announced!

And hang them from the trees!”

He searched all day,

Till the only way,

Was strange sorcery.

And with this trick,

He found quick,

The men were hanged from a tree.

Roland Coldheart

Roland Coldheart

The men went of to Haderlode,
Their wolves in the lead,
Off to catch the thief and crook Roland Cold.

They searched all day and night until their feet were cold,
Staying in a tavern to rest and gather speed,
Roland would be around that town so the stories told.

At dusk they found Roland’s Stronghold,
And his mighty stead,
Off to catch the theif and crook Roland Cold.

They found in his lair stacks of silver and gold,
More than they’d ever need,
The men went off to Haderlode,

In the market the horse they went and sold,
And bought food for their mouths to feed,
Off to catch the theif and crook Roland Cold

They set out to find that marauder, all brave and bold,
For every year of their search they added a single bead.
The men went of to Haderlode,
Off to catch the theif and crook Roland Cold.

And this is why you don't mess with potions

And this is why you don’t mess with potions

It was early morning in the village. As the sun rose about the forest a young man came out of one of the houses. He was caring large sachel, and was heading towards the gate. Peeping from behing a nearby wagon, a boy watched as the man walked. Once he felt he was far enough away he ran over to the man’s house and creeked open the door.
“Lier?”
The young boy turned to see the man looking at him.
“What are you doing?”
“Uh,” Lier responded, “I wanted to get some of those treats you keep uncle Madex.”
His unlce sighed, “Only get some of those treats, don’t touch anything.” He turned and started walking. “And tell your sister i can tell she is hiding in that hey stack.”
A girl popped out from a nearby pile of hay. “Well at least i tried, unlike Lier.”
Their unlce chuckled as he walked out into the forest.
Lier quickly went in to his uncle’s house. Inside was a large black cauldron, and several shelves full of  books and herbs and spices. Lier looked and the cauldron was full of water. A large smile came up on his face. He went towards a shelf, picked a herb from a jar, and places it in the cauldron.
“What are you doing?”
Lier turned around to see his younger sister, Marie, lookingat her through the doorway.
“Uncle Madex said not to touch anything.”
“I know,” Lier responsed “but wouldn’t it be cool if we surprised everyone by making a potion?”
Marie pondered for a moment. “Okay,” she finally said, “but if we get in trouble, it’s your fault.”
Lier smiled, and started to grab and put more stuff into the cauldron. Marie found a large wooden spoon and started to stire the concoction. Soon the cauldron was filled with a bubbly mixtures with all shades of green. Lier and Marie looked into the strange potion.
“Drink it.” Marie said.
“What!?” Lier walked back.
“It’s your potion, so you should drink it.”
“Are you crazy! You drink it!”
“Are you saying your to scared to drink your own potion?”
“No, it’s just...uh”
Marie started making funny faces “your a coward, your a coward!”
“I am not!” Lier picked up a ladle and put it intothe cauldron, then he took it out and started to drink it. He only got half way before spitting it up.
“Ugh, it tastes like boar’s blood.”
All of a sudden Lier felt quiesy, he started throwing up all over the floor.
“Ew!” Marie jumped back.
“What is going on here?” Both of them turned to see Madex in the doorway.
“It was Lier’s idea! He made the potion!”
Madex walked up to Lier, he took a small white flower out of his sachel, and put it in Lier’s mouth. It tasted like fresh bread, and Lier’s quessyness went away. He looked up at his uncle.
“Are you made at me?”
Madex looked Lier in the eyes, then he started to laugh.
“Lier, how could i be mad at you when you bested me?”
Lier was started. “What”
“You are twice as young as me when i made my first potion, and mine couldn’t be cured with a fels flower. You have the making of a fine Druid.”
Lier looked up at his uncle, and smiled. “Well then, i can i help you out?”
Madex smiled, “Any time nephew, any time.”

Raid

Raid

By: Dark Raven 510

Alawich kept his eyes closed. He could hear the screams of the older Monks outside the barrel he hid in. He could also hear the loud voices of the ones attacking them. Azlexi, raiders from the northern, pagan, murders. Their cruelty knew no bounds, and thirst for blood was endless. Alawich did not understand why they hated them, or why they went and raided their churches.

Suddenly the lid of the barrel came off and someone grabbed the back of his tunic. Alawich soon found himself face to face with a tall, bearded man, with large muscular arms and a big leather tunic with a large fur coat. In his left hand was a large axe, it’s head covered in northern runes, as well a fresh blood.

Alawich started to kick is legs. “Let me go!” The young boy tried to get free of the mans grip to no avail. The man laughed. “Or what lad?” The Azlexi held his axe to Alawich’s face. “You’ll pray to your god? “Thunor!” Alawich and the large man turned to see anothe Azlexi. He wore similar clothing and build to the other Azlexi, with only being a little bit shorter, as well as not having a large beard. Over his right arm was where 4 black feathers, probably from a raven. “You know my code, I won’t let you cut that boy, though we raid his home.” He placed his hand over the hilt to his sheathed blade. The other Azlexi, Thunor, gave a low growl, before shoving Alawich to a nearby wall. “Yes, Ɉanijar Edred.” Thunor said before running of to help in the raid elsewhere. Edred watched him run off, then turned and looked at Alawich. For a moment the two started at each other, then Edred walked away, of towards the shore, and the three Azlexi long ships that waited there. Alawich watch him go, and made a prayer that he did not have to experience such a event ever again.

The stories of Awlndreion: Part 2

One autumn Awlndreion was hunting. For hours he searched for a boar, or stag to kill, but found non. Just as he was about to go home, he spotted a large rabbit. He got closer, but the rabbit noticed him and ran, faster then any animal war beast. Yet Awlndreion would not let in escape. He shot an arrow from his bow, and struck the rabbit in his leg. When he got close, he picked up the rabbit by it ears and held a knife to it throat. But before he could skit its neck the bunny turned into a blinding light. When Awlndreion opened his eyes he was no longer holding a rabbit by its ears, but the golden hair of a young man, who's knee had an arrow in it. It was the God Hederinal, who's form was that of a large, white rabbit with speed that swarfed all others.. Although angered that Awlndreion had shot him, he was impressed by his skill and determination, and gave him two gifts. First, he gave him great speed, so to catch anything he wished, and second he gave him great hearing, to find anything that made a single noice. With these gifts, Awlndreion found and caught three stags, and over the next days he provided much food, and he, hsi father, and many a nearby woodsmen and villages had much food for the winter.

The stories of Awlndreion: Part 1

It all began with the Heldora, Daughter of Adtrix and Solea, and goddess of the moon and the nights hunt, fell in love with the mortal hunter, Kenelm. She came to him, disguised as a wandering maiden. Soon after was born Awlndreion  or Great Moon, Kenelmson. But Heldora could not stay with Kenelm and Awndreion, for gods can not stay with mortals, and Awlndreion would not know his true parentage. Yet every night, she would run alongside Nasorgnar, the stag that embodied the moon, watching her son grow over the years. Over time it came apparent the Awlndreion was a natural hunter, and could find animals even in the darkest nights.

One day, while out hunting, Awlndreion found a great valley. In the middle was a a spring of shiny water, from which a large tree with grey bark and bright, blue leaves. From the stories of his father, he new this to be an offspring of Ystimir, the tree of realms. Yet as he got closer , three beings with blue skin and white hair formed from the spring, all twice as tall as Awndreion and wielding large broadswords. They pinned down Awlndreion  but before they could kill him, Adtrix, the raven and messenger god, told them to halt. Adtrix told Awndreion that while he could not touch the tree, which was named Frimor, he could take any of the fallen branches to make anything he wanted. First, he took a long branch, and turned it into a longbow. He's then took a thicker branch, and carved an image of Wievlin.

Then Heldora appeared, and revealed to Awlndreion it true parentage. And from this he told him that he would be a great hero, who would preform many feets of valor, amd would be sang about for generations. And with this knowledge, Awlndreion set of, and ready for whatever lay ahead.