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“UB” is an alternative historical scenario utilizing the legends, myths, inklings of history, our imagination, and our exposure to other settings of alternative reality regarding Britannia of the 5th century. Here you will find that we alter, expand, or rewrite some of the stories already told throughout history, and course our own desires and pleasures about Arthur, Guinevere, Lancelot, the Sarmatian Knights, the people, and those that oppose our characters in the “Untold Stories” through roleplaying and creative writing as according to our own imaginations.

The current timeframe is 466 A.D., Just after the victory at Mons Badonicus, also known as Badon Hill; Arthur is the Garrison Commander of Knights of the Round Table and Camelot, while Merlin is the People's Shaman of Britannia, and Guinevere, his liaison, lives in Camelot.

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Despite his size, he is an abled fighter, lithe and agile; an excellent horseman, and a valued knight. He believes in fairness and justice, holding Arthur to high regard. He finds it hard to understand the jovial teasings that the other knights use, but tolerates it until he can learn it as well. He does not belittle the others for their beliefs and such is returned; He reads the Quran and the Holy Bible, evaluating both for their own value.

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Patient; determined and resilient; slow to anger; quick to help the defenseless; hates Rome;

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Can be arrogant if feeling threatened; stands for what is right, oft to the point of offending others; dislikes Romans, but tolerates them;
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Nov 2 2016, 01:38 PM
~ continued from "One Life Changes" ~


So the young lad, at the young age of near 12, is inducted into the rigorous training of the Saracen warrior, his destiny, to become a Faris… or Saracen Knight.

The training of the Faris especially concentrates with the soldierly arts and equestrianism. The training is considered a concept and a noble art that included the arts of war and hunting, equestrianism, tactics and strategy, and intellect studies.

There were five basic categories of study: horsemanship, (including the veterinary aspects of proper care for the horse and the proper riding techniques), archery, charging with the lance, swordsmanship and intellect. They are also trained in the use of various weapons such as the saif (sword), spear, lance, javelin, club, bow and arrows, and tabarzin or axe, then in wrestling. Their soldierly art skills are to be honed first on foot and then perfected when mounted. Lastly is the intellect study on "the continuing ethos of manly endeavor", a means of a warrior code for the Faris (comparable to the notion of chivalry, which will be accomplished when Arthur becomes King).

Besides the Faris, the Sarenkoi is composed of swordsmen, lancers, and archers. In warfare, it was their responsibility and purpose was to slay the warriors of the opposing army to undermine its soldiers' morale. They would typically begin battle with its soldiers first equipping their armor, assembling their units to their positions and lastly dispatching the fighters, who launch its general advance… and the Faris would circumvent the main force and attack the flanks in bursts, attacking and retreating only to attack elsewhere and retreat again.



~~~ To Be Continued ~~~
Nov 2 2016, 12:17 PM
Twas the life in the plush regions of the northern Italian Peninsula, he was the last of four brothers born to a mixed family… yet he was the light in his Mother’s eyes, the murmur of her heart. And she had named him, Palomedes… Alas, no one spoke of the years before Piacenza… no one spoke of the events before his birth… before their new home… only what lie ahead under the auspices of Rome.

But life could not be hidden forever…. For the invaders came, and knocked upon the gates of Rome herself… and in answer, many answered to protect their homes. But one of those answering the call was a Sarakenoi warrior, born in the sands of the southern Mediterranean Sea, who fought valiantly against the invaders, not only for Rome, but for his family’s freedom… In his homeland, his name was Ahmred, but the Roman called him Calistophedes; a mounted warrior skilled in dealing death to the enemy… and with him rode three sons… each with the skill of the father. But at home, remained the wife of Calistophedes, Syrilla, the daughter of a Roman merchant, and his youngest son, a child named Palomedes.

In one last battle against the invading Huns, just north of the Po River, Calistophedes heart went awry when the throes of battle took his three older sons, and he sustained a mortal wound to the chest…

As the Huns were defeated north of the Po River, the wounded warrior and the bodies of his three sons returned home. And as his mother wept grieviously, Palomedes, now at age 10, a simple page to the Roman General of the northern region, now held his father in his arms, watching the life flow from his wounds. Though wounds of victory, the young Palomedes found no solace with such a prize. And though the General ensured Calistophedes’ sole heir the meager spoils of war awarded by parental efforts in battle, it meant nothing to the lad. And Death would once again spread its ugly wings as he watched his mother die from influenza only months after losing his father and three brothers.

Evenings were long… and lonely in the General’s tents… though lavish as they were, it was not his home… and the General, despite his pleasantness toward the boy, found no solace in the large man’s kindness. In those long nights, Palomedes remembered his father’s stories of Constantinople, the sands of his homeland, and the stories of Britannia… that land of barbarians that Rome could not defeat… the will of the people that never faltered despite the oppression Rome imposed.

He remembered the paternal stories about a man, larger than life, about Artorius Castus, or Arthur…part Roman, part Briton… part of a legacy that was Britannia… that Roman Commander and his Sarmatian Knights, the sword he wielded named Excalibur, which protected the man, the deeds he and his Knights accomplished, and the victories they tallied together.

Under the care of the Roman General, Palomedes had old Saracen tutors to teach him the best of his father’s world… and Roman tutors to further his education and skills of combat. But Palomedes felt that his father could not be wrong about Arthur, his motives, and his heart… and the goodness that flowed from it. So in honor of his father, Palomedes beseeched his General to grant his first assignment to the Isle of Britannia… to follow the infamous Sarmatians across the breadth of the Roman Empire.

Against all better faux-parental judgement, the Roman General, as a military commander, fulfilled the lad’s odd request, with one simple caveat – the lad would first return to the land of his people, to experience their ways, and their style of combat. The General then assigned a Saracen mentor, and protector, for the lad… then made arrangements for his arduous passage to his homeland… and upon completion of his training, to the far-flung province of Britannia, the land of blue demons.

So the young lad, at the young age of near 12, was sent to the lands of the Saracen…


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Palomedes is small compared to Arthur and his Sarmatian brothers-in-arms, a mere 170.2 centimeters (5’7”), but remains a muscled 79.4 Kilograms(175 lbs). He is a handsome young man with dark black hair and odd, light brown eyes. His facial hair extends down from his ears to his chin, upwards to his lip and across into a light mustache. He often wears locally produced ornate designed clothing of his homeland. Though his clothing is odd, his armour is an advanced mixture of light metals that cover 65% of his torso, face, and arms; the design is of his own, mixing features and traits of Roman, Vandal, Saracen, and Northmen armour.

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Despite his size, he is an abled fighter, lithe and agile; an excellent horseman, and a valued knight. He believes in fairness and justice, holding Arthur to high regard. He finds it hard to understand the jovial teasings that the other knights use, but tolerates it until he can learn it as well. He does not belittle the others for their beliefs and such is returned; He reads the Quran and the Holy Bible, evaluating both for their own value.


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Patient;<br> determined and resilient; <br> slow to anger; <br> quick to help the defenseless; <br> hates Rome;


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For centuries, the <i>Sarakenoi</i> served the Roman Empire in Constantinople and even upon the Italian Peninsula. Men, far from home, sequestered to Roman auxilia to protect Roman interests, married women, not of their own kind, and had families… and they lived and thrived under Rome’s thumb. And yet, even as many men prospered, there was one… in the mid-400s AD (455 AD)… one Sarakenoi warrior, from the sands of the southern Mediterranean Sea, who fought valiantly for his family’s freedom… His birth name was Ahmred; his Roman name was <b>Calistophedes</b>; his family consisted of his wife, <b>Syrilla</b>, the daughter of a Roman merchant, and his 4 sons. But fate sought a different path for the youngest of the family, a child named <b>Palomedes,</b> (b. 443 AD. Autumn), as he would be the only one to remain alive, and thrust into a future unseen.
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In one last battle against the invading Huns, just north of the Po River, Calistophedes heart went awry when the throes of battle took his three older sons, and he sustained a mortal wound to the chest… his fourth son, now at age 10, a simple page, held his father in his arms, watching the life flow from his wounds. Though wounds of victory, the young Palomedes found no solace with such a prize. And though the General ensured Calistophedes’ sole heir the meager spoils of war awarded by parental efforts in battle, it meant nothing to the lad as he watched his mother die from influenza only months after losing his father and three brothers.
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At such an impressionable age, the lasting memories of his father that Palomedes remembered most were the stories of Britannia… that land of barbarians that Rome could not defeat… the will of the people that never faltered despite the oppression Rome imposed. And of that memory was the man they called Artorius Castus, or Arthur, part Roman, part Briton… that Roman Commander and his Sarmatian knights… the sword he wielded, the deeds he and his Knights did, and the victories they tallied together.
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Palomedes felt that his father could not be wrong about Arthur, his motives, and his heart… and the goodness that flowed from it. So in honor of his father, Palomedes beseeched his General to grant his first assignment to the Isle of Britannia… to follow the infamous Sarmatians across the breadth of the Roman Empire. Against all better faux-parental judgement, the Roman General, as a commander, fulfilled the lad’s odd request, with one simple caveat – the lad would first return to the land of his people, to learn their ways, and their style of combat. The General assigned a Saracen mentor, and protector, for the lad… then made arrangements for his arduous passage to his homeland… and upon completion of his training, to the far-flung province of Britannia, the land of blue demons.
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So the young lad, at the young age of near 12, was involved in the rigorous training of the Saracen warrior. But it was rumored that the divine seemed to accompany the lad, as he was a brilliant student with an intellect, quick reflexes, and a skill far exceeding other males his age. His rigorous training was enhanced only by his motivation. And by the age of 16, he had passed all his objectives, and he set sail with 10 of his fellow countrymen… men who would further his skills both academic and combative.
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Upon the arrival of Palomedes, Arthur did not understand this young man’s reasoning for voluntarily coming to a land that was not of his own, nor the attendance of his entourage; yet the Commander accepted the lad... and for the next two years, he would train the man as a mounted knight; the goal of adding him to the Round Table.
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Meanwhile, the Roman imperial government continued to withdraw its legions and administrators from their far-flung provinces, including Britannia. And always never far from Arthur, was a man who had grown to become like his deceased father, a Saracen warrior in his own right. A man of odd-colored skin, skilled with an odd curved sword, and the oddest of protective equipment; armour that looked heavier than what the shortest of men could handle, though the warrior, agile and quick, displayed skills equal to any of Arthur’s Knights.
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Amongst the Roman civilization and culture that did not vanish from the Isle, so came the style of the Saracen. Palomedes refused to allow his heritage to go unnoticed… to die a silent death like his mother… so he hired local weavers, and under his tutelage, had clothing, bright and ornate, made in his cultural design. As reward, the remaining five men of the 10 that came to Britannia with him were given duties at the fort; and oddly enough married Breton women settling down to raise families of their own.
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And so came rumors of that last remaining outpost abandoned by the Romans, Britannia, who were now threatened once again by an even more formidable foe – Saxon invaders from northern Germany. T’was Arthur’s loss of faith in Rome, and his men, having forsaken Roman citizenship or their returning to the lands of their ancestors, formed an alliance with the Woad Consortium to fight against the impending Saxon onslaught in twelve engagements… Ever present was the odd knight… the Saracen named Palomedes… ready to die for Arthur and his cause. The young man’s dream had come true… he was a Knight of the Round Table. Albeit so humble, he too, was at the final battle that was at Mons Badonicus, where the fates of Arthur, his Knights, and the peoples of Britannia, were sealed.
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