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The Line of the North

Hear meHear me, Queen Kaylah and King Trumbrand, 67th of the land’s sovereigns, the names of your line, and marvel at the glory of the north!

Before you sat King Roak VII, sure-handed steersman sailing before the winter gale, and Queen Hyrrokin II, calling us home.

Before him sat King Rattanicus the constant north star, and Isabel, the lucent moon, guiding us through the night.
Before him sat Queen Kaylah, sovereign by her own hand, beautiful and inevitable as the dawn, and Trumbrand, eyes cast to the sun.
Before her sat King Roak VI, wise as the elk, unchanging as the oak, and Hyrrokin, the welcome summer breeze
Before him sat King Evander, hand set to virtue, and Marioun, hospitality and heart overflowing
Before him sat King Baldric, gift giver to the wolf pack, and Breyla, her laughter ringing upon the list,

Then came the time of the second decade of our Kingdom of Ealdormere, with our sovereigns right mindful of their birthright, standing tall and proud. 

Then sat King Edward III, long striding master of the hall and Rylyn III, keen eyed towards the order of things.

Before Him sat King Siegfreid II, arms bare and hands open, beside Xristinia, ever elegant.

Before him sat King Nigel III,, keeper of treasures, and Adrielle III, Iron Queen of distant lands, her gifts most precious.

Before him sat King Quilliam III, wave-washed, and Domhnail II, crafting her kingdom.

Before him sat King Steinnar, his back to sunset, and Lidr, twice-chosen.

Before him sat King Trumbrand III who counts autumn’s bounty and Kaylah the III, firm in resolve.

Before him sat King Siegfreid I, whose sword deals justice, and Ragni, hall-hostess.

Before him sat King Nigel II, who holds what is taken, and Adrielle II, most diligent.

Before him sat King Trumbrand II, Harrow of the Summer Field, and Kaylah II, who ever steps forward.

Fefore him sat King Roak V, Pathfinder in the northern wilds, and Elizabeth, drawn to the sea.

Before him sat King Edward II, whose sword well serves, beside Rylyn II, who dreams bright dreams.

Before him sat King Quilliam the second, upon whom the waves break, and Dagmar the second, keeper of songs.
Before him sat King Aaron the fourth, who sows life to meadow and mountain, and Rustique the fourth, who walked a stony road.
Before him sat King Etain the second, who exceeds his promises,and Valfreya the second, lodestone of her land.
Before him sat King Quilliam the first, Skald-King, bright beacon on the North shore, and Dagmar the first, most faithful friend.
Before him sat King Nigel, receiver richly rewarded, and Adrielle the predestined.
Before him sat King Roak the fourth, his saddle a throne, and Jocea the second, her bright sword unsheathed.
Before him sat King Etain the first, called Etain the Proud, transfused with glory, and Valfreya the first, who knows not her own merits.

Then Our Lineage is traced back to the first decade of our kingdom, when crowns were new and traditions were created afresh 

Before him sat King Aaron the third, whose tread shakes the Northland, and Rustique the third, fruitful and well-loved.
Before him sat King Trumbrand, oath-holder, and Kaylah of smiles and laughter.
Before him sat King Edouard the fourth, enthroned in splendour, and Domhnail, bone-hewer.
Before him sat King Roak the third, close holding his homeland, and Jocea the first, who bears a sheathed sword.
Before him sat King Aaron the second, who holds his land with grace, and Rustique the second, who laughs to lead.
Before him sat King Edward the first, of the wise gaze, and Rylyn the first, wolf-mother.
Before him sat King Edouard the third, who knows not dusk, and Genevieve the second, of the open eyes.
Before him sat King Malik, who strides the shifting sands, and Genevieve d’Anjou, twice blessed and blessing.
Before him sat King Berus the second, who steers by his own stars, and Marion the second, summer’s well-spring.
Before him sat King Cennedi, lion destined to roar, and Susanna the thrice-proud.
Before him sat King Edouard the second, who weighs his own balance, and Genevieve the first, who asks and listens.
Before him sat King Roak the second, come far for his birthright, and Arlette, compassionate on the glory field.
Before him sat King Sarnac, who rode to the saltless sea, and Joleicia, spring sun on ice.
Before him sat King Aaron the first, baying hound of the wolf-pack, and Rustique the first, faithful servant now served.
Before him sat King Roak the first, the far-rider, and Carlotta, who keeps her own counsel.
Before him sat King Berus the first, carved like linden, and Marion the first, daughter of the raven.
Before him sat King Edouard the first, who has ruled the lands of the sunrise, and Eanor of the old blood.
Before him sat King Kildare, who knows his own mind, and Josephine of the nimble fingers.
Before him sat King Osis, who reigned too few days, and Caitlin, whose tears quenched rich soil.
Before him sat King David the Greater, first King of the North, free as the deer, and Elina of the night fires.

The Time of the Oath-bound Princes (17 generations)

Before him sat Prince Berus, last of the oath-bound Princes, Northman by name and nature, and Marion, who remembers.
Before him sat Prince Gunther the second, whose hall is famed and benches full, and Morgon of the many miles.
Before him sat Prince Edward, with eyes like an eagle, and Rylyn of the hundred treasures.
Before him sat Princess Elizabeth, only Princess of the North by right of arms, she who ever sought and seeks, and Menken who knew the Northlands well.
Before her sat Prince Roak the third, drum-dancer of distant fields, and Moria of the scarlet veils.
Before him sat Prince Mordain, wise in old war-ways, and Ælflæda the bountiful.
Before him sat Prince Roak the second, the mountain-mighty, and Tarkwyn the second, the kind spoken.
Before him sat Prince David the second, the stag-hearted, and Elina, sure shield-princess.
Before him sat Prince Gunther the first, rich-handed ring giver, and Joleicia, hopeful as the sunrise.
Before him sat Prince Cordigan, song-swift swordsman, and Diane, patient as the blossoms of Spring.
Before him sat Prince Kildare the second, young wolf of olden wisdom, and Lella the dawn-blued.
Before him sat Prince Belgar, hawk-handed warrior, and Andrea of the silent smiles.
Before him sat Prince Kildare the first, silver wolf of golden Northlands, and Catherine, the fierce-hearted.
Before him sat Prince Roak the first, thunderhead of the North-storm, and Tarkwyn the first, welcome as the soft rains of April.
Before him sat Prince Osis, shield-hewer, and Ragnheithr, the blaze of autumn.
Before him sat Prince Michel, iron lord of the Northlands, and Kaellyn, heart wide as the Inland Seas.
Before him sat Prince David the Lesser, deer-shanked regent, first of the oath-bound Princes, and Tangwystl, warm as the spring winds and graceful as the snowflake.

The Time of the Southron Prince-Kings

Before him sat the prince-king Tadashi, last of the Southron, old sea-otter at play, and Ariake, the wild rose in bloom.
Before him sat the prince-king Palymar, great brock of the Southland, and Katherine, soft as the heather.
Before him sat the prince-king Reynard, strong as the distant thunders, and Brynhildr, warm as dew on down.
Before him sat the prince-king Corwyn, of whom bards are silent, first of the Southron, and Shana the distant.

Before him stood John the oak-thewed and Deirdre the wistful, and they but briefly.
Before him stood Yog the granite-cleft and Hannora the moon-gilt.

Before him was the wolf, and the wilds, and the will.

There, O King, are the names of your line. Remember now the glory of the North.