» Sun Jun 03, 2012 6:26 pm
Weye Old-Yew or Veje Yr-Ald, as in the Atmoranse tongueways which had great currency in His Imperial Cynosuries' earthly court, was the Imperator Septim's oldest and most trusted oathman and shieldthegn, tending to his liege's panoply at over a thousand engagements across Tam-Riel, also opening the occasional skull when an errant skirmisher ruded to close and from behind where his Master's Voice could not be wheeled about in time. Long and gnarly of limb, with a hard face seeming cut from heartwood, legend swirled about his giantish person, holding that the old Nord'man was not a man at all, but a great sprigchild, carved by the voice of Kyn herself from the last green Yew in the Elder Forest, to save the infant Talos when his crag-cradle was threatened by an Eagle, a Lion, and a Dragon.
Regardless, the histories at least can agree that for his service to the crown, many settlements and landmarks now bare his name.
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