posted 08 February 2011 10:39 EDT (US)
We are a proud and vital people, the Visigoths!
We Goths sprang from the shores of the cold northern sea, and made our way south on the east side of the great forests. We traveled far, and in traveling, broke into two tribes- the Ostrogoths and we Visigoths. Life was grand, and we were expanding across a fertile land.
Then came the Huns, who drove all before them on their ugly little ponies and with fearsome bows in their hands. Like the other tribes, we too fled their onslaught. We went west, to Rome, in the hope that we could seek shelter behind their limes and walls. We had no gold, but we did have fighting men and courage. This we offered the Romans, who spurned us as defeated curs even as they let us within their realm.
Their magistrates were brutal, and their terms harsh. Again and again we were promised land and food and money for our fighting strength lent to their struggles, only to be spurned and ignored and robbed. Enough became enough, and a great leader rose among us. Alaric was his name, and he led us to march on Rome itself.
Never since Brennus eight hundred years before had that mighty city fallen to barbarian warriors. We were the first, and would do it twice to punish Roman perfidy. After that, we spat on the empire and decided to make Gaul and Hispana our home. The Franks- another Germanic tribe- joined us in Gaul. Both had fought the Romans, but both admired them as well. The Romans, once tamed of their arrogance, became our friends. We even fought the Huns together under Aetius- and drove those demonic horseman back into the far plains from which they sprang!
Then Rome fell from grace, though the descendants of the great Aetius managed to hold on to a little corner. The rest of the Empire went up for grabs in the West- and we Visigoths chose Hispana and Aquitaine as our homeland. Here we are, and here you found us to command.
Welcome to the Visigoths, the strongest of all!
|||||||||||||||| A transplanted Viking, born a millennium too late. |||||||||||||||||
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Somewhere over the EXCO Rainbow
Master Skald, Order of the Silver Quill, Guild of the Skalds
Champion of the Sepia Joust- Joust I, II, IV, VI, VII, VIII
We Goths sprang from the shores of the cold northern sea, and made our way south on the east side of the great forests. We traveled far, and in traveling, broke into two tribes- the Ostrogoths and we Visigoths. Life was grand, and we were expanding across a fertile land.
Then came the Huns, who drove all before them on their ugly little ponies and with fearsome bows in their hands. Like the other tribes, we too fled their onslaught. We went west, to Rome, in the hope that we could seek shelter behind their limes and walls. We had no gold, but we did have fighting men and courage. This we offered the Romans, who spurned us as defeated curs even as they let us within their realm.
Their magistrates were brutal, and their terms harsh. Again and again we were promised land and food and money for our fighting strength lent to their struggles, only to be spurned and ignored and robbed. Enough became enough, and a great leader rose among us. Alaric was his name, and he led us to march on Rome itself.
Never since Brennus eight hundred years before had that mighty city fallen to barbarian warriors. We were the first, and would do it twice to punish Roman perfidy. After that, we spat on the empire and decided to make Gaul and Hispana our home. The Franks- another Germanic tribe- joined us in Gaul. Both had fought the Romans, but both admired them as well. The Romans, once tamed of their arrogance, became our friends. We even fought the Huns together under Aetius- and drove those demonic horseman back into the far plains from which they sprang!
Then Rome fell from grace, though the descendants of the great Aetius managed to hold on to a little corner. The rest of the Empire went up for grabs in the West- and we Visigoths chose Hispana and Aquitaine as our homeland. Here we are, and here you found us to command.
Welcome to the Visigoths, the strongest of all!
|||||||||||||||| A transplanted Viking, born a millennium too late. |||||||||||||||||
|||||||||||||||| Too many Awards to list in Signature, sorry lords...|||||||||||||||||
|||||||||||||||| Listed on my page for your convenience and envy.|||||||||||||||||
Somewhere over the EXCO Rainbow
Master Skald, Order of the Silver Quill, Guild of the Skalds
Champion of the Sepia Joust- Joust I, II, IV, VI, VII, VIII
