We are inordinately impassioned to be able to declare our newest kinship with some of our auldest allies - FATangel Management. Verily and forsooth, these are joyous tidings indeed!
Perchance thou hast not perceived the tale of yestermoon concerning a mysterious hooded figure descending upon camp Hærken. If so, let us remind ye of it now, for it is an auspicious moment indeed!
The finale of our sojourn at the fabled fields of Bloodstock Open Air: to wit, an epic battle 'twixt Saxon and Norman.
Dearest Comrades, The Eve of Bealltainn once again draweth nigh. Nigh on ten moons hath waned since many among ye received a parchment sealed by our own hand. It is with glad tidings that we now proclaim the ethereal edition of the same, so that our tales may be more easily told, farther and wider than afore. Forsooth, Procul Clamorem Nostrum Audies - Afar Thou Shalt Hear Our Cries!
Vizegraf John II Alexander is known simply as 'The Baron'. His tale is long, complex and grim and shall be told in due course, but for what needs must be known is here told as briefly as it may be.
Not always a man of the cloth, our Reverend's tale beginneth in the days when men yet remembered the deeds of one Bran the Blessed.
Kind and noble followers, prithee, peruse, pay heed – indeed, Hærken, an thou wilt! – for an immensely marked moment is upon us….
Finally, and after many-a-toil, it is with pride and unparalleled pleasure that this day – this very day, the 700th anniversary of the Battle of Bannockburn – we are at last able to reveal that our début full length chronicle and record of torrid tales, fable and folklore “…Of Warriors & Kings” is at last complete and now available to all the known world!
Hærk, a boon cometh nigh! Prithee, noble comrade, keep thine observed eye on yon scriptures at haerken.com/wares as we celebrate on ‘The Eve Of Bealltainn’! - for thither our largesse shall be bestowed upon thee to whet thine appetite ere our record is released in full.
Yon emissary approacheth & a murmer rouseth the camp;
But lo! What tidings doth he bear?
Hærk! good comrades, heed our call And lysten our laye of woe A hole! a hollow! hath come to be Atop our drummer's throne!
The good fellowes at Pandemonium Club hath sought from us a descriptive text for those among ye who may struggle with our florid and arcane language. We thought it worth sharing with ye, for in sooth, the young gentlemen in question work very hard for heavy metal.