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It is a time of old gods, of new beliefs and new restrictions on living. Sherewode stretches nearly from coast to coast, from the Humber in the North, to Buckingham in the South; from Willenhall in the West to Crowland, East of Ermine Street, with tendrils running all the way to Kernow, Scotland, and Wales. Everywhere Saxons and the old Ænglish are being crushed under the cruel bootheel of the Normans. Thousands of years of history is being stolen, plundered, sold off. Justice and belief are under attack, being rewritten by the Normans.

It is a time of Old gods, of new beliefs and new restrictions on living. Sherewode stretches nearly from coast to coast, from the Humber in the North, to Buckingham in the South; from Willenhall in the West to Crowland, East of Ermine Street, with tendrils running all the way to Kernow, Scotland and Wales. Everywhere Saxons and the old Ænglish are being crushed under the cruel bootheel of the Normans.

Before the Hooded. Before Hurnungaz and Wulfrun of Scarsdale and before Caerne, the Sheriff of Nottingham and the Black Bishop. William of Gisborough is a young man, serving in the King's Army, fighting in the Holy Land. He is making a name for himself as a capable and competent warrior, serving under Captain Hwitbei. He believes in the cause, in the Holy War. One night, half asleep, watching a sensuous dancer practicing her art, his rest and composure is disturbed by the arrival of a commanding brother, a servant of The Christ of the East.

A Red-Flag Event has taken place and it appears extraterrestrials have attacked the Earth; an Earth that survived WWIII and the devastation of nuclear weapons, and planetary and cosmic devastation less than two hundred years ago. The survivors have spent over one hundred years on a distant planet populated by the Yahyel, waiting for safety clearance before they could return. There is no way we can thank the Yahyel enough for all they have done.

Legends, myths, and old wives tales are told of the Krampus, creatures of Nordic persuasion who venture out of the deep woods around the time of the midwinter festival. None are more feared than the one called smol, but it was not always so.

In Wales, the Marcher lord Llewellyn, lord of the Sælvatici, goes hunting the white stag of his dreams. His wife has not long died and his son not long born and Llewellyn wonders where his future lies...but not everything is quite what it seems.

It is a time of old gods, of new beliefs, and new restrictions on living. Sherewode stretches nearly from coast to coast, from the Humber in the north, to Buckingham in the south; from Willenhall in the west to Crowland, east of Ermine Street, with tendrils running all the way to Kernow, Scotland, and Wales. Everywhere Saxons and the old Ænglish are being crushed under the cruel bootheel of the Normans. Thousands of years of history is being stolen, plundered, sold off. Justice and belief are under attack, being rewritten by the Normans.