Saksenland - the House of Billung
Ah, the Germanies, lands so diverse in their cultures and language, yet somehow united under a single authority, if not unstably. Many a great tale to be told of this perserverent Germania out of amazement for its continued existence. A land brought together by God in Himmel, divided by man's barriers of tongue and custom. Of all these stories, none so captivate me as the story of my homeland.
Saksenland, the folk call it, Sachsen say the Baieren, Saxonia by hail us the Clergy. To the Nederlander, we are the 'German,' but to the Baieren, we are the farthest thing from 'German.' The Slavs detest us, the Friesen admire us, the Franks fear us. We are the children of Saxnot, for we are Saksen.
Our story begins on the evening after Christmas, when all was set in motion to trigger our rise to greatness. You see, our brave duke, Ordulf I Billung, had fallen ill once again shortly before. Being that he barely survived his plight the first time 'round, he took the steps to ensure that the Saksen would not be without a leader.
(Ordulf Billung)
Ordulf had but one child, a son by name of Magnus, bore him by Ulfhild Olafsdottir. Magnus was a fairly intelligent young man and a fair diplomat by this point, and it seemed fitting that he would be the Regent named. However, Magnus and his soon to be Liege, Heinrich von Franken, King of the Germanies, Burgundy, and Italy, did not see quite eye-to-eye.
(Magnus Billung)
(Heinrich von Franken)
Magnus had never once bothered to learn to properly speak the High language, out of his own personal dislike for Baiern and Österreich. It was seen as the language of any educated intelligent man in Germania, however, and so he was frowned upon by von Franken and many of the High nobles.
A rough path lies ahead for the Saksen. Are we ready to face the future?
Ah, the Germanies, lands so diverse in their cultures and language, yet somehow united under a single authority, if not unstably. Many a great tale to be told of this perserverent Germania out of amazement for its continued existence. A land brought together by God in Himmel, divided by man's barriers of tongue and custom. Of all these stories, none so captivate me as the story of my homeland.
Saksenland, the folk call it, Sachsen say the Baieren, Saxonia by hail us the Clergy. To the Nederlander, we are the 'German,' but to the Baieren, we are the farthest thing from 'German.' The Slavs detest us, the Friesen admire us, the Franks fear us. We are the children of Saxnot, for we are Saksen.
Our story begins on the evening after Christmas, when all was set in motion to trigger our rise to greatness. You see, our brave duke, Ordulf I Billung, had fallen ill once again shortly before. Being that he barely survived his plight the first time 'round, he took the steps to ensure that the Saksen would not be without a leader.
(Ordulf Billung)
Ordulf had but one child, a son by name of Magnus, bore him by Ulfhild Olafsdottir. Magnus was a fairly intelligent young man and a fair diplomat by this point, and it seemed fitting that he would be the Regent named. However, Magnus and his soon to be Liege, Heinrich von Franken, King of the Germanies, Burgundy, and Italy, did not see quite eye-to-eye.
(Magnus Billung)
(Heinrich von Franken)
Magnus had never once bothered to learn to properly speak the High language, out of his own personal dislike for Baiern and Österreich. It was seen as the language of any educated intelligent man in Germania, however, and so he was frowned upon by von Franken and many of the High nobles.
A rough path lies ahead for the Saksen. Are we ready to face the future?
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