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A lone Roman soldier stands vigilant against a stormy sky, spear and shield at the ready. The piece captures both the strength and fragility of empire one figure set against the vast shifting forces of history.
They rode the wind before the fire,
Two shadows in the dying light.
Draven, bold with wrath in hand,
Rain, the whisper wrapped in night.
They vanished where the moors grow cold.
Where Black Claw banners stain the sky,
No horn was blown, no tale was told,
Only silence dared reply.
Some say the claw took brother’s breath,
Chained their spirits to the stone.
Others claim they walk the wilds,
Stormborne blood, but all alone.
Did the lightning call them homeward?
Did the wolves not hear their cry?
Taranis burns beneath their stars,
Yet still no answer from on high.
But we remember, night and flame,
Those brothers lost, not truly gone.
Until the final howl is sung
The Stormborne line goes on.
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Tairneanach and Pendragon Spirits of Storm, Fire, and Fate
The Storm That Watches
They say a great wyrm once roamed Biddulph Moor. A beast of smoke and sky, hunted by men with spears of bronze and fear in their bellies. But no man killed it.
The creature rose into the thunderclouds and vanished, taking the storm with it.
The next day, nothing grew on the moor but blackened heather.
That wyrm became Tairneanach, the Storm Dragon not a creature of fire, but of prophecy. His breath is wind. His scales shimmer like wet slate. He is the first when a child is born under an omen sky. The last to vanish when a soul is cast out unjustly.
“He is not tamed. Not ridden. He chooses.”
Whispered in the dreams of outcasts and seers.
He spoke once to Taranis, though none saw him but the moon. And ever since, storms gather when the boy is near.
Pendragon the King of the First Flame.
Before the first stone stood upright, before wolves wore names, there was Pendragon the Flame Father.
He does not fly in the sky, but in the bloodline of heroes.
His heart is fire, but his wisdom is older than heat. Some say he shaped the bones of the land. Others say he waits beneath the earth, dreaming.
He is the King of Dragons, but he does not rule — he remembers.
Pendragon comes not in rage, but in reckoning. When a soul is weighed against fate itself, he is the one who tips the scale. He appeared in the old hills beyond Cannock. Curled in flame and sorrow when the first chieftain died protecting a starving tribe. That fire still burns in the soil.
The Blood Oath of the Stormborne
It is said the Stormborne line carries both marks:
The Eye of Tairneanach
vision, fury, and unnatural storms
The Flame of Pendragon
mercy, fire, and legacy
Taranis bears both.
He is not just watched by dragons he is of them.
Tairneanach: Name derived from Irish/Scottish Gaelic tairneanach meaning “thunder.”
Pendragon: Traditional Welsh/British title, here re-imagined as the Flame Father, not a king by rule but by spirit.
This lore blends:
The Biddulph Dragon (real Staffordshire tale)
Knucker folklore & storm-serpent myths
Cannock Chase legends & draconic omens
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