
By tradition before Exodus, a warrior who has their name stripped off grace and honour - is stripped off their armour and arms.
Rushing into a fray with no blade or half-naked is a penance to regain one's name. A deed of courage with no fear, bearing mark of regrets.
Yet some see themselves disgraced with no trial or no guilt. A promise broken, an oath never fulfilled...
These choose a harsh penance on their own - nothing but their shields to be by their side. Bearing nothing else, they marched before banners, as if no arrow or blade will ever find them.
Time passed, history flowed on - but image of those living bulwarks remained, in tales and stories both told and written.
As good soil for a good seed, new idea sprouted from these...
Tall and strong, those clad in steel and irons tower above battlefields, bearing nothing else but a mighty shield to keep dismay away.
They, called Shield Maidens.
By old traditions, women are keepers of home and family. And thus, fabled shield wardens are all women. Passionate in their zeal to protect others as only a mother can be.
Yet, in remembrance of those who were before them in days of yore, their armour is forged by men alone. And only a man, close to a shield warden, will etch their tower shield with Calligraphy.
A fabled fuse of two traditions, old and new. Man and women, might and passion, zeal and surge.
Such are they, towering between unkind winds and those bowing before it.
And mercy be upon those fools, who decide to try their teeth against Shield Maidens' steel - for they, bearing oath of not taking life and holding no arms, will ward off any ill, that might come to those behind their shield.
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Website:
✦ https://wretchedsun.com/en
Lore-related Discord server:
✦ https://discord.gg/dqpEXe7Bwz
Please, keep in mind that it's a public server, not furry-only centered. Thus, would much appreciate proper behavior.
Rushing into a fray with no blade or half-naked is a penance to regain one's name. A deed of courage with no fear, bearing mark of regrets.
Yet some see themselves disgraced with no trial or no guilt. A promise broken, an oath never fulfilled...
These choose a harsh penance on their own - nothing but their shields to be by their side. Bearing nothing else, they marched before banners, as if no arrow or blade will ever find them.
Time passed, history flowed on - but image of those living bulwarks remained, in tales and stories both told and written.
As good soil for a good seed, new idea sprouted from these...
Tall and strong, those clad in steel and irons tower above battlefields, bearing nothing else but a mighty shield to keep dismay away.
They, called Shield Maidens.
By old traditions, women are keepers of home and family. And thus, fabled shield wardens are all women. Passionate in their zeal to protect others as only a mother can be.
Yet, in remembrance of those who were before them in days of yore, their armour is forged by men alone. And only a man, close to a shield warden, will etch their tower shield with Calligraphy.
A fabled fuse of two traditions, old and new. Man and women, might and passion, zeal and surge.
Such are they, towering between unkind winds and those bowing before it.
And mercy be upon those fools, who decide to try their teeth against Shield Maidens' steel - for they, bearing oath of not taking life and holding no arms, will ward off any ill, that might come to those behind their shield.
______________________________
Website:
✦ https://wretchedsun.com/en
Lore-related Discord server:
✦ https://discord.gg/dqpEXe7Bwz
Please, keep in mind that it's a public server, not furry-only centered. Thus, would much appreciate proper behavior.
Category Artwork (Digital) / Fantasy
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