Join the new world

For this story, i had to chose English, and i hope my Serbian brothers in arms will forgive me for that. To be honest, i hope that at least cursing and rivers of spit will avoid me.

This is the tale of birth and rise of Serbian empire and wars and battles we fought to protect the Realm of One (or Phoenix as it was called back in the day). As in any part of human history , this one is not deprived of man of honour, of fierce warriors that fought countless battles, and killed never ending rivers of foes. Our history had as many turncloaks, betrayers and daggers in the dark, but those acts will remain unmentioned, and the men behind them unspoken, and hopefully forgotten in the tides of time.

In the Early Ages (v1) we had a small lordship that pretended to rise to power and become an Empire. Within those days, besides some quarrels, a common men could feel unity of his brothers. We had an enemy at our borders: strong and older enemy that raided our lands and it was our eChildren, that had to pay the price in iron and steel.
Yet the armies of House of Wolves, House of Tigers, House of Panthers and others, raised their banners and freed our lands with help of our older Hungarian Brothers. Some called us wargs, some rumored that we were sorcerers, but we were only men, and we did what we had to do. We won our lands back, and later we had a fortune and gods on our side, and we became the Grand Empire, that overthrow domination from our western foes, and in the end we took their lands and their freedom away.

Middle Ages (v2) are shady in my memory, a fog that never clears. Some say i died, others that i was asleep, but what really happened no one can tell. If the truth is clear to me, it will remain unspoken.

In the Modern Age, the days we see now, there is only chaos. Warfare tactics are almost gone, kingdoms rise and fall every day, knights are almost gone, and their might and nobility is forgotten. Heroes of today are some sort of sorcerers, from what i can see they pray in front of small plastic totems, and rivers of gold are created from the thin air in their presence.

Written by the hand of Burzuj of the House Wannabe,
the First of His Name, a Knight without a Sword, a Lord without the Land.