The Kingdom of Wessex
ac her forp berad. Fugelas singad, gylled graeg-hama
Pride makes a man, it drives him, it is the shield wall around his reputation... Men die, they said, but reputation does not die.”
Our reputation shall live on, we will build it on your bones!
There is a way of battle. In the end the shield walls must meet and the slaughter will begin and one side will prevail and the other will be beaten down in a welter of butchery, but before the blades clash and before the shields crash, men must summon the nerve to make the charge. The two sides stare at each other, they taunt and insult each other. The young fools of each army will prance ahead of the wall and challenge their enemy to single combat, they will boast of the widows they plan to make and of the orphans who will weep for their fathers’ deaths. And the young fools fight and half of them will die, and the other half strut their bloody victory, but there is still no true victory because the shield walls have not met. And still the waiting goes on. Some men vomit with fear, others sing, some pray, but then at last one side will advance. It is usually a slow advance. Men crouch behind their shields, knowing that spears, axes and arrows will greet them before the shields slam together, and only when they are close, really close, does the attacker charge. Then there is a great bellow of noise, a roar of anger and fear, and the shields meet like thunder and the big blades fall and the swords stab and the shrieks fill the sky as the two shield walls fight to the death. That is the way of battle. (Bernard Cornwell Pagan lord)
Wessex is a one warrior (currently) Two Burh Strategus faction led by Aethelstan of the west saxons.
Based on the mighty Anglo-Saxon kingdom that led by King Aethelstan drove the vikings out of England I plan to equip my armies in the most saxon/viking way possible!
This means Mail armours axes spears and swords (in the future now i use what i have)
Wessex is currently open for diplomatic relations with all other factions but i hope to bring a bit of anglo-saxon/viking RP to the remainder of strat
Wyrd bið ful aræd! come what may the shieldwall will stand firm or meet its doom
Diplomatic Relations of Wessex.
Peace Treaty
Druzinha
Dont kill Aethelstan treaty (nap)
Grey Order
War
ODE
Collective Wrath
Battle stats of Wessex
10 fights 9 wins (enemy retreats counted as loss)
3 Fiefs captured. 1 Fief lost.
Troops brought to battle: 12736
Troops died in battle: 5167
Troops lost: 5330
Troops killed in battle: 7796
Enemy troops lost in battle: 18036
The blood of the enemies of Wessex flows through calradia
Wyrd bith ful araed
ac her forp berad. Fugelas singad, gylled graeg-hama
for here starts war,carrion birds sing.and grey wolves howl
The Silver helmet goes to the highest killer of each battle! (not any cash just a name under this splendid picture)
King_Aethelstan (First battle of Saren)
Sir_Firebus (Battle of Aab)
Byzantium_Pew (Second battle of Saren)
Kalmarunionen_GTX (Third battle of Saren)
Blueberry Muffin (First battle of Vayejeg)
JokeeQ_The_Grey (Second battle of Veyejeg)
Heibai_the_Celestial_Bro (Third battle of Veyejeg)
Packer_The_Sloth (Fourth battle of Veyejeg)
There were many fine warriors some like Knitler bagge heibai steeve etc who perhaps had superior KDRs and just missed out on most kills, I cannot mention you all (as it would take too long) but your names will fill the song halls of wessex for years to come
why did i say burh not fief? what is a burh you ask? Who is this Aethelstan pretender? well check my links for answers!
http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Wessex
http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Aethelstan
http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Burh
King Aethelstan sat in his hall on a dark wodnesdæg awaiting anxiously for the messenger.
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he turned to his steward and mumbled
"Frēond dēah feor ge nēah. byð near nyttra"
The steward nodded sagely and replied
"Æt þearfe mann sceal frēonda tō cunnian."
The messenger entered the kings hall and gave greetings to the king.
"Здравствуйте! Aethelstan"
The king looked to his steward and whispered
"I cant even read that let alone say it"
The steward who spoke russian informed the king that it was a greeting. The messenger was welcomed by the fire with mead and meat and regaled the hall with stories of his journey translated of course by the linguistically talented but often mistaken steward. When all was done the messenger handed his masters reply to the King who delighted in its content.
The messenger was gifted a new horse and sent on his way with the knowledge that a peace treaty between Druzhina and The Kingdom of Wessex was now formally ratified.
TLDR (Wessex and Druzhina now have a peace treaty)
Translations
wodnesdæg
Frēond dēah feor ge nēah. byð near nyttra.
A friend is good, far or near. Near is better.
Æt þearfe mann sceal frēonda tō cunnian.
In need, a man shall find out his friends.
Здравствуйте!
The King Aethelstan of Wessex welcomed the messenger of Harpag to his hall for much boar and mead!
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The Bard started to sing as the night went on
hwæt we gar-dena in geardagum,
þeodcyninga þrym gefrunon,
hu ða æþelingas ellen fremedon.
oft scyld scefing sceaþena þreatum,
monegum mægþum meodosetla ofteah,
egsode eorlas, syððan ærest wearð
feasceaft funden; he þæs frofre gebad,
weox under wolcnum, weorðmyndum þah,
oðþæt him æghwylc þær ymbsittendra
ofer hronrade hyran scolde,
gomban gyldan. þæt wæs god cyning!
After much singing Aethelstan and the messenger announced a diplomatic treaty between the Grey Order and Wessex. It is known as the DKA Charter (Dont Kill Aethelstan Charter)
Translation
Lo, praise of the prowess of people-kings
of spear-armed Danes, in days long sped,
we have heard, and what honour the athelings won!
Oft Scyld the Scefing from squadroned foes,
from many a tribe, the mead-bench tore,
awing the earls. Since erst he lay,
friendless, a foundling, fate repaid him:
for he waxed under welkin, in wealth he throve,
till before him the folk, both far and near,
who house by the whale-path, heard his mandate,
gave him gifts: a good king he!
From Beowulf
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Her æþelstan cyning, eorla dryhten,
beorna beahgifa, and his broþor eac,
Eadmund æþeling, ealdorlangne tir
geslogon æt sæcce sweorda ecgum
Then Aethelstan, king, Thane of eorls,
ring-bestower to men, and his brother also,
the atheling Edmund, lifelong honour
struck in battle with sword's edge
at Brunanburh. Broke the shieldwall,
split shields with swords.
I invite all players to come and fight like a saxon against this village :D This army is saxon themed so shielders and agi chars are most welcome ^^
*note King_Aethelstan has been replaced by Merc_Aethelstan as people dont accept me as King to strat battles much :D (im still king of wessex)
The lords of Wessex grew restless.
The rumours of a great viking war in the north drew the saxons but alas the war seemed over when they arrived.
Looking for gold and a chance of a fight the lords instead looked to raid nearby villages, A curious cult worshiping the hel hound fenrir was discoverd.
It is a splinter group of the wolves sire they are torn in two.
Hmmm the king said "Gōd gēr byþ þonne se hund þām hrefne gyfeð" Raise the raven banner we are going viking!
translation
"It is a good year when the hound gives to the raven."
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King Aethelstan traveled north to visit Alburq castle after his victory. A great feast was held in the hall of the welsh lord, Ale was flowing and the singing divine and the fighting fun.
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"Regale us with a tale of the battle of Vayejeg" Aethelstan shouted
The bard began a slow chant
Her Aethelstan cyning, eorla dryhten,
beorna beag-giefa, and his brothor eac,
Osiris aetheling, ealdor-langetir
geslogon aet saecce sweorda ecgum
ymbe Brunanburh. Bord-weall clufon,
heowon heathu-linde, hamora lafum,
"Gōd gēr byþ þonne se hund þām hrefne gyfeð"
In this year King Aethelstan, Lord of warriors,
ring-giver to men, and his brother also
Prince Osiris, eternal glory
they won in battle with sword edges
around Vayejag. Shield-wall they split
with the remnants of hammers
It is a good year when the hound gives to the raven.
"It was a fine battle lord said the bard when he had finished"
"yes Feld dennode secga swate" replied the king
The field flowed with blood of warriors,
"So will the blades of the saxons taste blood soon?" the king enquired
"It is hard to know these things. Yule is upon us and the time of feasting near but rumour of battle in the south near Saren and a war against the vikings in the north reach my ears. I must travel south to see what troubles the lands"
And so the king and his men left Alburq castle to discover what these new wars were about.
TL:DR Im bored and walking around a lil buying weapons here and there and looking at the wars :D
My Varangians grew weary from all that march, but finally we made it to the village of the Saxon king, we came to slay and plunder your enemies , my King.
COME AND TASTE VARANGIAN STEEL FRENCH NERDS
Better luck next time Thorvic nerd :twisted:
My Varangians grew weary from all that march, but finally we made it to the village of the Saxon king, we came to slay and plunder your enemies , my King.
COME AND TASTE VARANGIAN STEEL FRENCH NERDS
Better luck next time Thorvic nerd :twisted:
I was afk when you moved, anyway ^^
was it the butan all along? :D
i do -kind of- understand ode, as they are just pressing on and locking down the fief to not have a second fenada. but it just really takes the fun out of it and makes the whole thing feel more like work, which is sad.
btw osiris, when do you have your night time set? definitely not at night :mrgreen:
pretty gay tactics with the 2am shit
Yþde swa þisne eardgeard ælda scyppend
oþþæt burgwara breahtma lease
eald enta geweorc idlu stodon.
Se þonne þisne wealsteal wise geþohte
ond þis deorce lif deope geondþenceð,
frod in ferðe, feor oft gemon
wælsleahta worn, ond þas word acwið:
“Hwær cwom mearg? Hwær cwom mago? Hwær cwom maþþumgyfa?
Hwær cwom symbla gesetu? Hwær sindon seledreamas?
Eala beorht bune! Eala byrnwiga!
Eala þeodnes þrym! Hu seo þrag gewat,
genap under nihthelm, swa heo no wære.
Stondeð nu on laste leofre duguþe
weal wundrum heah, wyrmlicum fah.
Eorlas fornoman asca þryþe,
wæpen wælgifru, wyrd seo mære,
ond þas stanhleoþu stormas cnyssað,
hrið hreosende hrusan bindeð,
wintres woma, þonne won cymeð,
nipeð nihtscua, norþan onsendeð
Spoken Version
Translation
So the Creator of men laid waste this region,
until the ancient world of giants, lacking the noises
of the citizens, stood idle.
He who deeply contemplates this wall-stead,
and this dark life with wise thought,
old in spirit, often remembers long ago,
a multitude of battles, and speaks these words:
“Where is the horse? Where is the young warrior? Where is the giver of treasure?
Where are the seats of the banquets? Where are the joys in the hall?
Alas the bright cup! Alas the mailed warrior!
Alas the glory of the prince! How the time has gone,
vanished under night’s helm, as if it never were!
Now in place of a beloved host stands
a wall wondrously high, decorated with the likenesses of serpents.
The powers of spears took the noblemen,
weapons greedy for slaughter; fate the renowned,
and storms beat against these rocky slopes,
falling snowstorm binds the earth,
the noise of winter, then the dark comes.
Where are the seats of the banquets? Where are the joys in the hall? for the Lotr and is the king of rohans speach"
And so the ships burn and the men go to the realms of their gods. Be it Heaven or Valhalla. To rise once more when the wheel of the ages turn.
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TLDR : Strat over! ^^