SHIRE COURT OF THE HEOTHERINGS OF LINCOLN
AT LIN DOMAERN
One part the Manor, built upon the Roman fortification on the hill overlooking the Brayford Pool
495 A.D., Europa is in peril. The fall of the Roman Empire has left it's people vulnerable, weak - incapable of defending their vast wealth and riches on their own. In Brittanica, the Pro-Roman (Romano-) Britons are being encroached upon by the old Celtic enemy to the North and West. It is in this year, that, upon the behest of a local governor from what is today and what was then the outpost Ratae Corieltauvorum, that contact is made with one of the fierce Germanic Saxon tribes from the Mainland. The deal is such - the Saxon tribe will serve and protect the local Romano-Briton rulers from both Pictish tribes as well as their fellow Briton rivals, and, in their turn, the Saxons would be allowed to settle, farm, and live on the British land.
For a good half century, the arrangement worked. The Britons got their end of the deal, and the Saxons found a new home. However, as more and more of the Saxons started to come in, they easily outnumbered the sparsely-populous natives, and became ever stronger. The Britons may have underestimated the barbarians they have invited into their home. It is around the 6th century A.D. that they started to grow uncontrollable, and slowly encroach on the Britons.
The same was true for the tribe from Leicester. Around 610 A.D., records show that the Saxons, in the Germanic spirit, came into the Briton's villa and slaughtered him and his family, for a simple thing such as insulting his favorite wife. The nearby Britons as well as the other Saxon, Angle, and Jute tribes in their service would not simply let such a thing slide. Having amassed a small army and fought battle with their rebelling vassals, according to the earliest Christian chronicles, in the middle of a frozen lake. The Saxons, though outnumbering the Britons 2:1, sought to seek battle on the lake. However, the canny Briton commander merely surrounded them and waited for them to charge. The Saxons were heavy people that were heavily armed - their numerical superiority would not help the ice remain solid. As they charged gloriously at the enemy, the ice cracked. Every single one of them drowned, or was shot by a primitive Briton arrow from the shore.
Outside the villa, the Saxon women and children camped waiting for their husbands, sons, and fathers. Little did they know that they would not return. The son of one man prominent in the rebellious Saxon tribes, Heotheric, would be, thanks to his youth, refused the privilege of going to battle. He would not have it, and went anyway, although late. This late arrival, did, potentially, save his life. Witnessing the slaughter on the winter lake, he rushed back to the encampment as fast as his legs could carry him. Albeit, it was too late. An enemy raiding detachment had rode in, slashing and burning whatever they set their eyes on, alive or not. Though his instincts called him into final battle, the refugees he witnessed running from the carnage changed his mind. Being the only man fit to lead the dozen or so Saxons remaining, he found them in the hills and lead them on a journey.
This journey, marked with cold and hazard, brought the remaining tribesmen to the thriving Roman fort-town, Lindum Colonia. Built upon an Iron Age Iceni settlement, it was located in North-East England placed upon a pool, a hill, and a river. Converted into a home for Roman veterans, it became a major settlement in the region. In the years to come, Heotheric's company would grow. Saxons joined him for his quickly developing charisma, strength, and intellect - the refugees started living decently again. After 25 years, in the footsteps of his tribe, he lead the Saxons to overthrow the local Roman overlords, this time succesfully. He declared himself Jarl, later Earl, of anglified Lindocolina, later Lincylene.
Him and his descendants would rule there for almost a century, founding the bloodline Heothering. This bloodline has, before and since their swear-of-fealty to the Bretwalda, become wealthy, powerful, and ambitious, perhaps even seeking to turn Lincoln into a capital for all of England if not Brittania.
AT LIN DOMAERN
One part the Manor, built upon the Roman fortification on the hill overlooking the Brayford Pool
495 A.D., Europa is in peril. The fall of the Roman Empire has left it's people vulnerable, weak - incapable of defending their vast wealth and riches on their own. In Brittanica, the Pro-Roman (Romano-) Britons are being encroached upon by the old Celtic enemy to the North and West. It is in this year, that, upon the behest of a local governor from what is today and what was then the outpost Ratae Corieltauvorum, that contact is made with one of the fierce Germanic Saxon tribes from the Mainland. The deal is such - the Saxon tribe will serve and protect the local Romano-Briton rulers from both Pictish tribes as well as their fellow Briton rivals, and, in their turn, the Saxons would be allowed to settle, farm, and live on the British land.
For a good half century, the arrangement worked. The Britons got their end of the deal, and the Saxons found a new home. However, as more and more of the Saxons started to come in, they easily outnumbered the sparsely-populous natives, and became ever stronger. The Britons may have underestimated the barbarians they have invited into their home. It is around the 6th century A.D. that they started to grow uncontrollable, and slowly encroach on the Britons.
The same was true for the tribe from Leicester. Around 610 A.D., records show that the Saxons, in the Germanic spirit, came into the Briton's villa and slaughtered him and his family, for a simple thing such as insulting his favorite wife. The nearby Britons as well as the other Saxon, Angle, and Jute tribes in their service would not simply let such a thing slide. Having amassed a small army and fought battle with their rebelling vassals, according to the earliest Christian chronicles, in the middle of a frozen lake. The Saxons, though outnumbering the Britons 2:1, sought to seek battle on the lake. However, the canny Briton commander merely surrounded them and waited for them to charge. The Saxons were heavy people that were heavily armed - their numerical superiority would not help the ice remain solid. As they charged gloriously at the enemy, the ice cracked. Every single one of them drowned, or was shot by a primitive Briton arrow from the shore.
Outside the villa, the Saxon women and children camped waiting for their husbands, sons, and fathers. Little did they know that they would not return. The son of one man prominent in the rebellious Saxon tribes, Heotheric, would be, thanks to his youth, refused the privilege of going to battle. He would not have it, and went anyway, although late. This late arrival, did, potentially, save his life. Witnessing the slaughter on the winter lake, he rushed back to the encampment as fast as his legs could carry him. Albeit, it was too late. An enemy raiding detachment had rode in, slashing and burning whatever they set their eyes on, alive or not. Though his instincts called him into final battle, the refugees he witnessed running from the carnage changed his mind. Being the only man fit to lead the dozen or so Saxons remaining, he found them in the hills and lead them on a journey.
This journey, marked with cold and hazard, brought the remaining tribesmen to the thriving Roman fort-town, Lindum Colonia. Built upon an Iron Age Iceni settlement, it was located in North-East England placed upon a pool, a hill, and a river. Converted into a home for Roman veterans, it became a major settlement in the region. In the years to come, Heotheric's company would grow. Saxons joined him for his quickly developing charisma, strength, and intellect - the refugees started living decently again. After 25 years, in the footsteps of his tribe, he lead the Saxons to overthrow the local Roman overlords, this time succesfully. He declared himself Jarl, later Earl, of anglified Lindocolina, later Lincylene.
Him and his descendants would rule there for almost a century, founding the bloodline Heothering. This bloodline has, before and since their swear-of-fealty to the Bretwalda, become wealthy, powerful, and ambitious, perhaps even seeking to turn Lincoln into a capital for all of England if not Brittania.
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