mountandbladefan
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Hello! This is an epic poem I'm writing right now for the boards of BRYTENWALDA, and hope you guys would review it! (It's not finished)
So. Whylom many a year ago in the fertile and rich land of Englaland,
Lived the humble Warrior they name Algar the Younger, son of Aglar the Elder.
Algar the Younger lived a noble and laborious service under Dryhten Æthelbert of Merice.
The Kingdom of Merice was once the mightiest Kingdom of Englaland, close to uniting the Germanic peoples under one Cyning.
When the spirit of war has released its breath in the month of March,
The Saxons of Gislheresuuyrth came empowered to do the Thieves way.
When fellow Angles travel to Lundenwic to share their prosperity,
The Saxons on the old Roman roads rob and murder them!
Once the Angle Cyning of Merice, the Great Wulfhere, has heard of the troubling events,
He organized the Fyrd of his kingdom to march on the traitorous Saxons in Essex,
To impose his will on them and teach them to respect him and his peoples,
And to recognize the one true faith of God.
The Saxon Cyning of Essex, Swithelm of Ludenwic, gathered his determined fyrd,
And marched to meet his new rival Wulfhere.
The two mighty hosts have encountered each other on the banks of the flowing Thames river,
Both sides are confident in their own strength.
It was a spring morning, full of wet and bright green grass,
That was soon to be tainted with Anglo-Saxon blood.
The two hosts began to form the almost impenetrable scildweall,
Which only the fiercest of warriors can fight in for minutes time.
When the hosts have formed,
The renowned theign Algar the Younger stepped out of the formation and spoke to the Saxons thus,
‘I am Algar the Younger of Oratun the proud theign of Dhryten Æthelbert of Oratun and I come to challenge any of you to a duel.’
After Algar the Younger made his challenge, a tall and strongly-built Dryhten stepped forward out of the Saxon scildweall.
The opponent spoke thus,
‘I am Æthelweard the Elder, Ealdorman of Clacc Inga Tun, and I accept your challenge. But I have a bet to offer.’
Algar the Younger was interested in this bet and spoke to Æthelweard the Elder,
‘What is your offer, my challenger?’
Æthelweard the Elder offered to him,’My armour, my sword, my daughter Eadgifu, and my land.’
Algar the Younger was taken aback from this possible reward and was confused by why would an Ealdorman give it up?
Æthelweard the Elder asked,’What is your bet, my fellow warrior?’
Algar the Younger spoke thus,’My armour, my sword, and my land. I offer no women Ealdorman, I offer a noble fight.’
The two men hefted their shields and swords,
There was a moment of silence, soon broken by taunts by the Angles and Saxons;
Then the two warriors began their struggle.
So. Whylom many a year ago in the fertile and rich land of Englaland,
Lived the humble Warrior they name Algar the Younger, son of Aglar the Elder.
Algar the Younger lived a noble and laborious service under Dryhten Æthelbert of Merice.
The Kingdom of Merice was once the mightiest Kingdom of Englaland, close to uniting the Germanic peoples under one Cyning.
When the spirit of war has released its breath in the month of March,
The Saxons of Gislheresuuyrth came empowered to do the Thieves way.
When fellow Angles travel to Lundenwic to share their prosperity,
The Saxons on the old Roman roads rob and murder them!
Once the Angle Cyning of Merice, the Great Wulfhere, has heard of the troubling events,
He organized the Fyrd of his kingdom to march on the traitorous Saxons in Essex,
To impose his will on them and teach them to respect him and his peoples,
And to recognize the one true faith of God.
The Saxon Cyning of Essex, Swithelm of Ludenwic, gathered his determined fyrd,
And marched to meet his new rival Wulfhere.
The two mighty hosts have encountered each other on the banks of the flowing Thames river,
Both sides are confident in their own strength.
It was a spring morning, full of wet and bright green grass,
That was soon to be tainted with Anglo-Saxon blood.
The two hosts began to form the almost impenetrable scildweall,
Which only the fiercest of warriors can fight in for minutes time.
When the hosts have formed,
The renowned theign Algar the Younger stepped out of the formation and spoke to the Saxons thus,
‘I am Algar the Younger of Oratun the proud theign of Dhryten Æthelbert of Oratun and I come to challenge any of you to a duel.’
After Algar the Younger made his challenge, a tall and strongly-built Dryhten stepped forward out of the Saxon scildweall.
The opponent spoke thus,
‘I am Æthelweard the Elder, Ealdorman of Clacc Inga Tun, and I accept your challenge. But I have a bet to offer.’
Algar the Younger was interested in this bet and spoke to Æthelweard the Elder,
‘What is your offer, my challenger?’
Æthelweard the Elder offered to him,’My armour, my sword, my daughter Eadgifu, and my land.’
Algar the Younger was taken aback from this possible reward and was confused by why would an Ealdorman give it up?
Æthelweard the Elder asked,’What is your bet, my fellow warrior?’
Algar the Younger spoke thus,’My armour, my sword, and my land. I offer no women Ealdorman, I offer a noble fight.’
The two men hefted their shields and swords,
There was a moment of silence, soon broken by taunts by the Angles and Saxons;
Then the two warriors began their struggle.
