Lucan of Brennan
And so we establish our cadence. A weekly blog post on a thing to do with Alba, and then – when we have one to share – a bit of in-universe fiction to set the scene.
And so it came to pass that Lucan of Brennan came to the village, and behind them walked a Keeper.
Lucan who forged the peace of Brennan, who held the walls of Watt, and who fed the village of Marked with their own bow.
Rumour spread through the Village like a brushwood fire, and soon they stood before the circle on the edge of the lands and spoke:
“Today I bring you glory, and I bring you warning. The first, this evening I shall hold court, and whoever brings me a tale of something done for this village, we will make their tale eternal. Second, to the west is a large group of those who have fallen to the Rat, and on the morning I shall lead your warriors and hunters to their lands, for persuasion or eradication.”
That evening, around the great fire, the story was told of
In the morning, with their spears and shouts, villagers followed Lucan into the west, and they returned soon after,
As they feasted that night, her heroics had been told to the Keeper, who now knew of the legend, and would take it to eternity, and she drank freely that night.
Lucan had travelled north after the fight, and by the morning the Keeper had also left for the strange lands only they know, and the village fell back to its normal routine.