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As the days of Gregory and Maisie drew to a close, another horse-lord raised his banner above the three sea’d land. Stromek bo Comatan and Alianore, the second of that name, took their places as rightful rulers of the southron lands. Hands must be strong upon the reins of stallions, so too were the hands of Stromek and Allianore upon Trimaris. Tempered, however, was this strength by their love of the three seas and ring-givers were they. In the forests of Wyvernwoode, new hands took the baronial seat; Guiseppe Francisco de Borgia and Rowan MacBridghe laid their hands upon these sieges, older than the kingdom itself. From the south, a great cry went up for a Royal Grant and in Their wisdom, Stromek and Alianore gave lands to the Shire of Tri-Os to hold in fief as long as the waves played in the sea. As music had filled the halls of great Trimaris since time out of mind, it was only right and proper that Godfrey of Shipbrook be granted the Laurel’s green by the hands of these two gracious rulers. Yet, prowess was the currency of the field and Kurn O’Farrell, the Hound; Morgun Attalus, a spear-dancer of renown; and Bairn, son of Fearghuis; did prove themselves worthy warriors. Thus did Trimaris’ ring-givers gird them in white belts and golden chains. To all good days must come an end and all too soon, Stromek and Alianore left our shores to Their Tanists—Wulfhere and Honoree.


~Haukr