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  • Ow bist, bab? (Authors Note)

    Ow bist, bab? (Authors Note)

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    It’s a proper cowd one out there this Sunday, so what better day to dive into a new post?


    Today, it’s a little disclaimer about the language that features in my stories…

    Author’s Note: The Tongue of the Land

    While the Black Country dialect does not belong to the Roman period. It is used within these stories to represent the voice of the common people. The humble folk who stood beside Taranis, shaped by soil, storm, and memory.

    The dialect itself descends from Old English. First spoken between 1100–1300 CE, and remains alive in parts of the West Midlands today.


    The earlier language spoken in Roman-era Mercia has long been lost, leaving no written record.

    By using this dialect, I seek not historical precision but continuity.. To let the living voice of the land speak through its past.

    To those who do not understand the dialect…

    “Ow bist, bab?”
    means “How are you, love?”

    “It’s a proper cowd one out there”
    translates to “It’s really cold outside.”

    So all together:

    “How are you, love? It’s a really cold one out there this Sunday, so what better day to dive into a new post?”

    The Black Country dialect has a warmth and rhythm all of its own . It’s how my grandparents and neighbours spoke, and how the land itself still seems to talk on quiet days.

    It’s the same voice I hear when I write of the Stormborne. Ordinary folk shaped by wind, stone, and rain, who carry the old sounds onward through time.

  • The Bloodseer’s Warning

    The Bloodseer’s Warning

    Transitional Stone → Bronze, just before exile


    When blood coils around the heart of the lamb,
    the bond becomes poison.
    Beware the face of kin—
    whose blade is only seen in shadowed glances.

  • The Dark Seed

    The Dark Seed

    Late Stone Age prophecy several years before exile


    In the shadow of the storm-child’s steps,
    the grass will wither,
    and the cries of the young will fall silent.

    He will be the warm hearth that burns the house,
    the sweet fruit that sours the tongue.

    His hands will lift the spear against strangers,
    but the spear will find his own first.

    The clan will not cast him out for hunger or rage,
    but for the graves his shadow leaves behind.

    Tone: Fearful — spoken by an uneasy seer, remembered when the clan’s children die.

  • The Earth’s Echo (Early childhood)

    The Earth’s Echo (Early childhood)

    Stone age prophecy

    The stone remembers the foot that breaks the quiet earth.
    He will walk beneath stone and storm
    until the bones of mountains bow and bow no more.

  • The Naming Words (Birth)

    The Naming Words (Birth)

    Stone age prophecy

    Before the first cry,

    the fire already knew.

    Before the first mark,

    the sky already wrote.

    Before the first breath,

    the wind had already whispered

    He is not like the others.

    He is flame clothed in skin.

    He is silence that will shout.

    He is shadow that will shield.

    He is Taranis.

    And the storm has given him breath.

  • Shadows in the Twilight: The Stormborne Chronicles

    Shadows in the Twilight: The Stormborne Chronicles

    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.

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

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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