Once the greatest
Industry’s most famous
Reigning supreme in Vegas
Beauty powerful as an ancient magus
Effects of that booty so contagious
But let’s not forget the many lives she saved, so courageous
Then poof without warning she was gone on hiatus
The throne was vacant, like lionesses the ladies scrambled to usurp a legacy
Her realm plagued by insurgency
None could achieve ascendancy
But seriously what threat could any pose
Remy never lost her crown, and now the GOAT is back
Boom! The universe explodes like a cannonball on the battlefield.
A new power revealed through shards of broken stars.
Its my fired up goddess who knows no fear.
Earth’s next prophetess, she’s all sincere.
Sent to stop the Black’s quest for dominance, she rides through the galaxy on a burning horse like a cavalier.
Fighting against her greatest threat, the Prince, he who awarded her nothing but sufferage and revere.
He tested her will, her strength, and identity
Fire was her anvil, no length to its power, wielding it only with great serenity.
The war between Light and Darkness has lasted an eternity.
No end to this misery, that is what it seems to be.
A body forged in the Earth’s core
She is Light
A body that has arisen from the deep, blue sea
She is Transparent
A body of volcanic heat
She is Warmth
A body not immune to fire but is fire
She is Elemental
Lips so pure with the power to hynopotize
She is Truth
A voice sensatualized by the birds own harmonic tones.
She is Peace
She is the Spark that shall Restore the Darkness
These are the words transcribed from the Prophecy of Light. It is said a woman whose aura elevates the people with eyes so intoxicating and hands of fine beauty shall fall from the stars into the cradle of the Phoenix. Her will tested and power easily corrupted but strength she carries can never easily be broken. Not an imperfection but a precious impression of cosmic selection. On the day of her ascent the sky will bleed and a thousand eyes will look up in astonishment. A million nights will fall over the Vortex clouding us in endless darkess. Her infinite power will surpass both her contemporaries and the predeccessors who came before her. She will possess absolute wisdom. A great beauty fierce and wild, where all men shall fall to temptation, but only the Prince in the Night does she find as an equivalent match. He is her partner and greatest rival…
No date of ascent has been given nor does the prophecy state give any indication if she will be mortal or immortal. The phrase “Pure as Fire” originated in the prophecy and became a common greeting among Guides, Infernos, Sirens, Purebloods, and Converts. Other common terms include “We are the Flame” or “This is the Flame.”
They say she will come with an unimaginable power, with revolutionary type weaponry. She’ll be striking down opposing zealots with a whip of flame. Terminating creatures of blood with fire grenades. Manipulating the fires, hearths, and torches spreading light and warmth through vivid city to enforce will and agenda. She will take on any means to make her message clear. She will rode through cities on a burning horse.
On the shores of Mavra fishermen tell fables of mermaids. Across the Gold Dunes of the Riverine, nomads and caravan traders spin myths about fire temples hidden deep underground. Foreign priests worshipping queer religions have toured Dorwain since time of old, either proselytizing or a simple pilgrimage, they wander our streets, disrupt our taverns with blasphemy. Tell our knights to aid in the fight against an eternal evil rather than serve in the private armies of petty lords and princes looking to expand fiefs or secure some blood throne.
These priests and zealots I speak of describe our feudalistic realm as backwards, inhabited by savages, ruled by tyrannical kings, and still their coming here is a mystery. So, the question remains as to why they continue lurking through our country. In waves they arrive, at most when major political and social perplexities suffocate Dorwain intent on swaying us away from the Trinity, the gods of our fathers and grandfathers. Infernos and Sirens have often proven to be the most challenging in opposing the Trinity.
Considered the sons and daughters of the Great Phoenix believers come in two bloodlines; converts or pureblood. Converts are those swayed away from the original Gods of their ancestors. Purebloods are born into the Phoenix, they have been bred by their parents to worship, live, and abide by its religious doctrine. Purebloods only marry and breed with other purebloods. Only purebloods can be inducted into its religious hierarchy.
Since the rise of Raven Nightwood, Dorwain has witnessed a surge in strange occurrences. Return or realignment? The verdict is undetermined. Few scholars and mystics believe the old powers have awaken, the rest simply believe it to be a random episode. This is usually the process; few see the bigger picture while the rest elect to ignore.
When old magic returns there is typically an enhancement. It passes through a phase so unexpected not even the most zealous are able to spirit. We are talking changes so dire the most holy will turn away. An unholy man becomes holy. He accepts a new religion and somehow comes to the belief that he is a god. Veterans horrifically scarred or wounded with no chance of recovery seek out magic healings from wizards and warlocks rather than the Trinity’s clerics. Let us also not forget gossip concerning the reappearance of strange beings in our realm.
The unusual case of Raena is a tale I find most extraordinary. A case where a powerful fire meets its greatest adversary. Raena Raeness, a convert Siren so gifted she might as well be a pureblood. Unlike other converts she received training at the old age of twelve. Converts are usually inducted into the Phoenix as young as six, but Raena’s touch with the flame was different. The fire runs strong in her blood. However, obscure her history is it be foolish to contest her destiny.
Only Purebloods have excelled to such a great power, and I’m speaking of the ancients who founded this religion. No current member has come close to Raena’s. Her manipulation with the flame, the way she speaks to it. How it illuminates around her. The impenetrable bond she displays with the flame, it is all…just explicable really. Whatever Raena is doing or has done has left her cohorts in fear, whether they choose to admit or not.
Raena’s beauty is as equal as her power; illuminating. Transparent. Fierce. Her hair was crimson, like dark, red wine, as strong and deep as its flavor. It ran long to her hips and felt like warm silk. She is of mid-height, petite, a lovely frame. Raena is a mess of gorgeous chaos, and you can see it in her eyes.
Dispatched to Dorwain on her first mission. Charged with translating the Phoenix Doctrine to the Dorwainese tongue in order to successfully attract new followers. Raena was the only Dorwainese in the Phoneix making her the perfect candidate for this mission. She knew the people, the language, its slang and secondary dialects. More importantly she knew how best to approach her countrywomen and men.
Rather than setting up base in Nazca, the capital of the realm, Raena went to the Riverine lodging in Underhill, the regional capital. For reasons unknown she lost attention at translating and starting her own research on another matter. Making routine incursions to the Gold Dunes she attempted to access those ancient centers previously mentioned as relevant to her faith. We don’t know what or if anything was found that information is unavailable to us. It is possible she kept records of her own but as I stated they are unattainable. All we know is she departed Underhill around the time of the Silver Crusade
Unfortunately, Raena never made port in Underhill. Her ship was swallowed up by the sea in a terrible storm. No survivors. Debris washed up on the shores. Curious sailors investigated the Riverine’s densely populated isles hoping to acquire treasures and any sort of valuables, they found nothing. A week after its disappearance a woman in red was seen roaming the shores in apparent confusion. Her red, silk dress soaked. Her hair drenched. A silver band wrapped around her right wrist; in that hand she carried the bottom of her dress between two fingers. A second silver band was wrapped around her neck, tightly.
She stood there, in the shore’s shallow waters. She attempted to summon the flames from within but apparently the saltwater weakened her power. Nothing came about it. She tried again, this time increasing her efforts, again nothing came to fruition. Raena dropped the tail of her dress, clenched both fists, open and shut flexes. She took a deep breath, put her head to the sky in prayer. She made one final try, this time applying relaxation and patience. Warmth returned to her body. The gorgeous chaos found in her eyes turned red gold. She could feel the bloodstreams within her body boil. She put her hands to the sky, no clue what she was reaching for but the power that was unleashed was unbearable. A force so strong, so bright.
The ground shook, a thunderous sound echoed through the sunset sky. Never had she produced such flames, let alone thunder. Not once had she felt the hotness in her blood. It was all brand new. It was all a gorgeous chaos.
With fair hands that are petite and sexy, Raena’s fingers are cryptic like a spider, the shadows shifting in mystery.
The wayward touch of the candied apple nails. Led out of darkness by a galactic sparkle embroidered there on ring finger.
Its twenty below zero, the snows swirl in several massive storms, the palm of your hands grow warmer and warmer than all hearths in realm
Gently under clean, sweet water, she washes her hands, sooth and with care, grabbing for a dry towel the Prince in the Night offers to dry with good embrace.
Descending the palace staircase, the prince watches her hands glide down the railing, a crook in the step causes a fall, rushing to your side, swoops in and catch, then lifts the goddess into a vase, where she is watered like the rose she is.
The Beauty reigns likes drops of flame.
The Body, taken from that flame and molded into such exotic frame.
Hair billowing in the wind, seductively untamed.
Visions of fated embers concerning peace and vivacity prophesized from her own eyes.
Enchantment of your lips inspires my creativity.
In my dreams I’ve watched those pretty toes dance on water a thousand times over.
Even her teeth are a delirium of cherished clarity.
She brings all that is vintage, a constant reminder of the classic, naturalistic appeal of great minded women.
Listening to this one speak, especially when it involves her passions is lyrical.
Formidable and dangerous, she is a riot of appearances; mastering any pose, slaying countless styles, and there isn’t an outfit that can destroy her good looks.
I imagine such sexy hands to be as soft, as smooth, as warm as a field of flowers in the spring.
No man has any claim over a goddess as powerful, though many desire evidently none can conquer.
Tried.
Tested.
Victorious.
She is invincible!
#onthisday December 4th 771 Charlemagne inherited the Kingdom of Middle Francia from his little brother, thus expanding his own kingdom of West Francia. Basically granting Charlemagne possession of almost half of western Europe, this inheritence gave way to what we know today as the Carolingian Empire, predecessor to the Holy Roman Empire
The brothers rivaled each in power, and came close to outright war, but Carloman’s unfortunate death prevented what might have been a bloody conflict between brothers. Carloman was buried in Reims. His wife fled with their sons to Italy for protection.
In 774 AD, four years after Carloman’s death, Charlemagne was designated by the pope as the worthy successor to the Roman Empire. The pope crowned him Emperor, thus restoring the Western Roman Empire 300 years after its collapse.
Pictured in this essay are the brothers together, Carloman’s mint, Charlemagne, and his empire at its greatest extent.
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There is a visual shot between Ivar, Ubbe, and Hvitserk on a hill by a river. A fleet of ships are ready to depart, and Ubbe is aboard one vessel. Both Ivar and Ubbe have a bloody eye, and look at one another with distain. Could be the brothers were involved in a fist fight between them? I think not. I do gather it is a tragic farwell of sorts. The brothers have chosen a side; Ivar and Hvitserk against Ubbe. Now I’m unclear how the season will be divided, but here are some ideas taken from the trailers: the brothers put aside their internal differences thus retaining the unity of the Great Heathen Army pending battle against the Saxon forces led by Heathmund the Bishop.
We see the Ragnarssons in battle in against Heathmund, every one of the characters soaked in blood. So, I think the farwell shot with Ivar and Ubbe comes after the battle with Heathmund, or quite possibly after the Bishop’s defeat. Keep in mind I am only discussion the first trailer for season five, none of the more recent ones.
The question is does this uneasy alliance last the first ten episodes, and the civil war begin in the second half of season five? I could see that happening given how much history and plot was put into the Sons of Ragnar, the Great Heathen Army, Bishop Heathmund, Alfred, and the Viking invasions of England.
Hvitserk’s decision to remain with Ivar as opposed to Ubbe, who is he closer with is very intriguing. His decision was probably driven by the love he has for his little brother, a need to protect him from himself. It could also be a plot driven by Ubbe who instructs Hvitserk to choose Ivar. After all, Ubbe and Hvitserk have a closer bond with each other than Ivar.
Bjorn is never shown with his brothers in England again, after the initial invasion. Historically, the real Bjorn Ironside did not participate in the Great Heathen Army. It seems the show is honoring that bit of historical fact, but in the show, does Bjorn go back to Kattegat or head off to the Mediterranean? I would think Bjorn would return home to see Lagertha, Torvi, and Astrid. In the second trailer, it seems Ironside does the latter, returning to the Mediterranean. Although, not Spain this time, but the Sahara! The Seer prophesied Bjorn would marry a princess, now years ago I had this strange feeling Torvi was the princess. I thought maybe she was a princess in hiding or something, but she is not. We know now the princess spoken of is going to be a Saracen woman Bjorn encounters in the Sahara. The question is how does Torvi react to the arrival of Bjorn’s bride. It is the classic case of history repeating itself; remember how Aslaug arrived in Kattegat surprising Ragnar, and destroying his relationship with Lagertha. This had a profound effect on the young Bjorn, who eventually grew up to be a kind gentleman to his companions. First, Thorunn then Torvi.
Another question is does Halfdan inform Bjorn about Harald sponsored attack on Kattegat? And when that truth is revealed how does Bjorn continue to accept Halfdan support?
As for the other brothers, Ubbe will most likely return home before Bjorn, where he accepts Lagertha queenship in exchange for her support of him against Ivar. I do think a love affair will flourish between Ubbe and Lagertha.
There has been a discovery…have you heard? No. Maybe. Well allow me to share it with you. A few weeks ago, archaeologists unearthed Viking burial site in Sweden. Scandinavia is rich with Viking graveyards, so the discovery of another one was nothing new, but its contains were. Norse customs dictated kings and warriors be buried with treasures, weapons, slaves, and other exotic items to be used or enjoyed in the afterlife. The boat grave in this case storied a very particular item; a trove of clothing embroidered with the terms “Ali” or “Allah.” Initially, researchers believed the ancient fabrics were pure Viking material, but a closer inspection administered by Annika Larrson of Uppsala University discovered the Kufic script.
The clothes belonged to a woman in Gamla, where the burial site was excavated. Gamla is located within Uppsala, which is north of Stockholm. Two coins from Baghdad and a necklace were also found in her possession.
This shocking discovered has created some minor conflict in the field of history, nothing too serious though. Why was this material with the Vikings? The answer is simple. We have three options; the fabric was either gifted to the Viking, stolen by the Viking, or bartered to Viking in manner of trade. The question arises “hey, were Vikings Muslims?” personally I don’t think so, but professionally I am open to the possibility. Vikings often converted to Christianity, who can rightfully say a few didn’t convert to Islam.
The world has this strange perception, or rather reaction we believe the first thing we see or hear that is shocking. Debate of the fabric’s legitimacy came immediately after its discovery. Scholars like Stephennie Mulder, associate professor of Islamic art and architecture at the University of Texas at Austin thinks there’s a dating error. That is due to the creation of Kufic script 500 years after the Viking Age. Mulder contests Larsson’s work saying the latter’s work is “conjecture and supposition.” Mulder thinks Larsson has no concrete proof.
Given what we know about the prosperity of the Viking trade centers at Birka and Kiev, the Vikings developed healthy relationships with Arab traders. Furthermore, there is evidence supporting Arab caravans conducting trade within Scandinavia at the centers mentioned, and others as well. Several years ago, there was the discovery of 100,000 Islamic dirhams (coins) in Birka. This isn’t the first religious artifact with Arabic origin found in Scandinavia from the Viking Age; we have glass ring worn by a Viking woman engraved with the words “Allah.”
The debate by both women is a clash of both worlds: Viking and Muslim. Norse and Arab. Thor and Allah. Mulder is an academic of Islamic art, whereas Larsson specializes in the archaeology of textiles at Uppsala University. I’m not saying there’s going to be a battle with Larsson in the shieldwall, and Mulder on the opposing side astride a horse lance in hand. We historians fight in the classroom with speeches and academic journals supporting our ranks.
My thing is all languages come from somewhere, have some definite origin such as a common ancestor. So, even though the Kufic script may have entered the fray 500 years after the Viking age the print on the clothing found in Sweden might be one of those origins.
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