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Tag: Cannock Chase Folklore

  • Lore The Flame Beneath the Chase.

    Lore The Flame Beneath the Chase.

    Lore knelt before the cairn fire.The caves hummed with old power the breath of ancestors, the drip of unseen water.

    He wrote by flame-light, ink made from soot and oak sap, each word a prayer that the world would not forget itself.

    Above, the forest moaned as wind wound through hollow trees.He could feel the weight of those watching not hostile, but hungry for remembrance.

    When the candle flickered, it cast shadows that moved on their own.Lore did not flinch. “Guard them,” he murmured, “even when they forget our names.

    ”This scene is part of “The Hollow Years – When the Eagles Fled.”🛡️

    The Hollow Years: When the Eagles Fled

  • Good Afternoon, God eftermiddag, Prynhawn Da, Buenas tardes, Guten Tag, Добрый день (Author note)

    Good Afternoon, God eftermiddag, Prynhawn Da, Buenas tardes, Guten Tag, Добрый день (Author note)




    Thank you to everyone who took the time to read yesterday’s Authors Note.

    just a warning : This is NOT EDITED in anyway so there will be spelling mistakes and grammar issues., structure issues.

    Why am I doing this?

    The reason I’m saying hello in English. German, Russian, Spanish, Swedish and Welsh (I do apologise if I’ve spelt or wrote anything wrong)

    The reason for it is those are the top countries in my stats for viewing my site.

    THANK YOU

    Thank you and USA youre number one. Thank you, and last night’s authors note had more likes than any other piece.

    AI and Me

    Well I’ve tried AI and still think even with all the errors. My writings probably better, than ai even though I use it to Polish my work it feels wrong.

    Less human! Less capable of putting in what it takes to make the reader feel. SO after talking to my child who is a one of the biggest book nerds I’ve know. Someone who states don’t use AI they steal from other writers.

    They are right but my stories are mine and double checked even triple checked not just through grammarly. But I also paste anything that I’m suspicious of direct into search engines manually check. If something worth doing it’s worth doing right !

    The Plan Today

    What’s on the plan today is easy 4 pieces.

    This authors note

    1 story – Three houses of Caernath part 7

    1 poem – based on the eternal lords

    1 article

    1 recipe. Inspired by the bronze age

    Where is my world based?

    Someone asked me where are my stories / world based?

    Worcestershire.

    The House of Flame – Ignis.

    Infact Emberhelm is based on the Malvern Hills and surrounding areas. Where I walked every weekend as a child and teen. An area stepped in history and folklore from Roman Britain to today.

    Shropshire, Welsh marches and Staffordshire

    The houses of Lore and Drax

    Tempestas (house of storm) and Umbria (the house of shadow)

    While Drax guards the marches with his armies of tempestas. Lore works his charms throughout his lands of Umbra. Taranis sits in the main house of Ignis. Soon to be joined by two others.

    Again I spent hours walking not just around my village. But Cannock chase and Tettenhall woods, Walsall woods, cannock woods. I listened to historians, folklorists, read books on mythology, folklore, hauntings of the areas.

    Other areas

    I’ve walked Glastonbury Tor. (The hard way even ended up crawling at the top. But worth it and I proved to myself I can achieve the impossible. )

    I’ve walked the long mynd (shropshire)where a village is said to have disappeared. The walks beautiful but not for those with mobility issues.

    I’ve visited Wales (let’s face the truth at one point most of England was welsh). so when I include Welsh it more of a nod to ancestral heritage. My favourite place in Wales is Pembrokeshire.

    Everywhere I go I’m learning not just the history but any folklore people are willing to share.

    Growing up in Staffordshire gave me an opening to learn the Lore. Of not just my village but cannock chase and many other areas.

    I was told “never put rough articles on your blog”. but when you don’t have funds for an editor for your articles where do you go?

    Many indie writers told me once Grammarly but that’s ai isnt it? If anyone has any suggestions please let me know.

    I’m learning and slowly starting to use my own raw writing on this site.

    Have a good day, and to those in war torn areas or going through tough times. blessing and positive thoughts go out to you.

    Please try to stay safe.

    © StormborneLore. Written by Emma for StormborneLore. Not for reproduction. All rights reserved.

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    I wrote this directly into wordpress so absolutely no editing.

  • Whimsical Dragon Adventures: A Bronze-Age Tale

    Whimsical Dragon Adventures: A Bronze-Age Tale

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    (A Ballad of Bronze-Age Bouncing)

    The dragon smirked and gave a wink,
    Then launched him skyward in a blink.
    A loop-de-loop, a spiral twirl
    Drax flailed like a dizzy girl.

    “I’ve got this!” he cried, “I’m born to fly!”
    Pendragon laughed and rolled the sky.
    Down he tumbled, flapping fast
    Till Tairneanach caught him at last.

    Oh mighty Drax, with sword so wide,
    Declared, “It’s time for me to ride!”
    He climbed Pendragon’s scaly back,
    And shouted loud, “Let’s hit the track!”

    The dragons chuckled, playing catch,
    With Drax the ball in every match.
    He swore and shouted, “Put me down!”
    While Taranis watched with half a frown.

    “Next time,” said Lore with knowing grin,
    “Just stick to marching less of a spin.”
    But Drax just grinned and gave a cheer,
    “Best flight I’ve had all flaming year!

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    © 2025 Emma Hewitt / StormborneLore. All rights reserved.
    Unauthorized copying or reproduction of this content is prohibited.

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    If you would like to read more Taranis stories please see: The Prophecies and Tales of Taranis Unfolded

    If you would like to read more about Drax : The Chronicles of Drax

    If you would like to read more about Rayne: The tales of Rayne

    If you would like to read more about Lore: The Keeper of Cairnstones: Myths and Mysteries Revealed

  • The Secrets of the Haunted Chase

    The Secrets of the Haunted Chase

    A Ghostly Encounter

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    They always said the Chase held secrets. Over the years rumors of ghost sightings, lost children, lights that danced just out of reach.

    But Private Callum Hargreaves had grown up nearby. He’d run through these woods with scraped knees and muddy boots, long before he wore the army’s green.

    He used to love the quiet, the peacefulness that the woods brought.

    Tonight, it felt wrong.

    The mist had rolled in fast, blanketing the forest floor. Dusk bled into night like ink in water. Callum’s breath fogged in front of him not from cold, but from the weight in the air.

    His squad had finished training hours ago, but he hadn’t gone back. He couldn’t. Not yet. His thoughts were loud again memories knocking like fists on the inside of his skull.

    “Just walk it off,” he muttered, his voice low. “Like always.” he told himself.

    He followed an old deer track or maybe just instinct into the dense pines. The kind that made their own darkness even before sunset. The ground was soft, smelling of wet leaves and something older.

    He paused.

    There at the base of a gnarled tree was a stone. Half buried, bone coloured. Not shaped by nature. Carved. Faint, but deliberate.

    Callum crouched. A breeze touched his neck, oddly warm.

    “Someone put this here.”

    A round painted stone with abstract designs in purple and yellow on a gray background, encircled by a green rim, resting on a dark fabric surface.
    A mysterious token featuring a swirl design, symbolizing the secrets of the woods.

    He brushed aside the moss. A symbol. A swirl or a horn. Beside it a feather. White. Slightly scorched at the edge. When he reached out to touch it.

    The air twisted.

    Like the world held its breath.

    He blinked. Once.
    The trees around him… changed.

    Taller. Closer. Ancient.

    No wrappers underfoot. No footprints. No signal bars. The forest felt closer, like it was listening.

    Then came the whisper.

    Not from behind him.
    Not from the side.

    From below.

    “He’s returned…”

    The voice wasn’t human but it wasn’t wind either. It filled his ears like rising water. Callum staggered back, instinct flaring.

    The stone was gone.
    The trail behind him, vanished.
    Even the smell was different no exhaust, no cordite, just wood smoke and something sharp: iron? sweat? blood?

    “No. No, no what is this?”

    He turned toward where the training grounds should’ve been.

    Nothing.

    Just trees.
    And silence.
    And the whispering louder now. Familiar. Calling him by name without speaking it.

    And then… a howl.

    Low. Echoing.

    Not quite wolf. Not quite human.

    Callum’s breath caught. He gripped the feather tight in his palm.

    To be continued…

    © written and created by ELHewitt

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