The house of Y Strafi seemed to rise from nowhere, like a burst of flame or a star blazing across the heavens. When Dunawt was adopted by the King of Ebrauc I was but a boy working inan old monestary.
He had served first as a common soldier, elevated by chance when he saved the King's life, to whom it turned out he was an illegitimate child of. We are taught that such children are sins unto themselves, and yet in these dark times his adoption into the royal family seemed a beacon of hope and light that, as he matured, only gerew brighter.
In the Northern Wars his forces were unstoppable, blesed by God and His Angels to bring forth the light of Christ once more. Four and two thousands rode and marched north to bring about the bloody ruin of twenty thousand warriors of the north in three great battles, wherein the use of heavy cavalry was made to great effectiveness by Lord Dunawt and his captains.
After the wars and when Dunawt had returned to the south with his wife the LAdy Braith and his sons by her sons Owain and Gwrast, who was named for the slain brother of Dunawt, we had peace for some years. Not wholly, for King Mor was in the west fighting Dal Riata and YStrad Clut, and Caedrieth too in the islands there.
We had peace once Mor, our golden king of darkness had subjugated his norhtern neighbors, exacting from them tribute fit for a king, and from Gwalchmai the rebel who called himself friend of Dunawt. HIs men would be bled by Dunawet's man in the north Elidir and would bleed for him some decades later. It should be remarked upon that our Lord Dunawt was very open to the Germanii and many of them were settled along our shores, and they produced foods along with the Romano Britons and fought as brothers, and this led some to the joyous arms of Christ, for which we gave thanks that our Holy Bastard was governing these lands while his brother went to war.
But what the Lord giveth, the Lord taketh away, and in truth we should have seen the signs and known what was coming. I think in my heart of hearts I knew ,and thus loved our Dunawt ever the more fiercely; so, too, did many others, and for the same reasons. Had we seen the signs, perhas prayed harder, such hardship we could have averted, such calamity. Brother Gaius called it a second fall of Rome.
In the year of our Lord 460 our Battle-Prince Dunawt was one of the greatest leaders of men in our fair Isles, soon to be favored by a Pope himself. He was heald among the ranks of Tytila and Cyneweard, Athelwold the Bold and Seaxred and of course Artorius Aurelianus the Horseman, and the dead CUnnedda, also called the HOrseman, as the greatrest prionces of war. A decade later only Dunawt, Athelwold and Seaxred remained, though Tytila still lived and yet he had been maimed fighting in the hills of Guened and Dyfed. ARtorius fell in glorious battle to the wicked baldes of the Suth Seax.
By this time the root of evil had infected the lands of Ebrauc, sliothering into our King and thus the downfall of Dunawt was arranged. The King himself and Magnus, ever his follower, confronted Dunawt in the lands that had once been East Anglalond, once held by the Concillium Breitannae, once held by Rome.
I cannot write of this even, so it pains me, and yet I will say that many good men were lost, and faith was broken, and Mor and Dunawt and Gwrast fell with Merriadoc and Cadgor, borthers bound in life and death, and Archanaud Wledic, and Caedrieth. But the king Mor's victory over our Prince was not to last long.
In 481 Anairin and Gwalchmai the Rebel rose in rebellion with the north with Elidir of DUnuting and Owain of Y Strafi, while Lucco, who was Dunawt's youngest son, raided East Anglalond with a fleet of heathens, having married a Germanii Princess some years prior.
Magnus was caught up in the uprising of opressed Germanni in this reagion and blood eagled, and no doubt worse still waited for him in the fires of Inferno.
Mor himself was killed with his heir Dyfnwal in battle against Owain and the North, but in this battle Owain and Aneirin of the Goddodins fell too, and in this great battle was darkness returned to these lands, which had seen a brief ray of hope. With the death of all of their sons, the Ladies Gwenhwyfar and Braith retired to a monastery in the mountains of Guened.
Many small kingdoms have risen since, but I am no longer involved in their world and petty squabbles. I know they will make attempts to involve themselves in my writings, and so I will hide them with the rest of my earthly master's, with whom I pray I shall be reunited in Paradise. If there is one blessing, it is that Lucco survived, and that the other sons of Dunawt fell righteously into God's waiting embrace.
Go with God reader, and I pray yours are lighter times
Brother Mabon
Re: The Tin Isles [IB2 Conqvuestvs Britanniae] updated 10\5\15, temporary break
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You've managed very well to describe the context and background of the battles and the mod looks really interesting. 
A classic reference, if I may say so.
