Eiterbie Forever!

Another one of the Great Eiterbian Tribes has joined the New Holy Eiterbian Empire! The fierce and noble Lower Mattians have entered the Imperial fold!

Declaration from the Eiterbian Church

Today, November 2, in the 2007th year of our Lord, is the official "Christmas is Coming Day" for this year. The first snow of the year fell on the holy city of Behairnenoch this morning. Ritzistanis, enjoy your jumping and clapping! Dustinians jump for joy! Isaacadians whirl! Upper Mattians think positive thoughts (or as close as you can get)! Raugustians fairytale spin! Today is a day for joy and exuberant celebration!

Merry Christmas is Coming Day!

Sir Aaron Houndbane

How Sir Aaron came to be known as Houndbane.

Once upon a time, several fair maidens went on a quest to gather wild flowers on the edges of Eiterbie. Laughing brightly and skipping from flower to flower, arms laden with colour and fragrence, the fair maids noticed a darkning of the sky, and a bitter chill gathering in the air, and at once decided to return to the safety of thier homes. Now they must need go through a wood, as the road home demanded. As they went, dark clouds grew deeper across the sky, and the brush hissed as it bent and trembled in the rising wind and the trees groaned in their swaying, adn fear made the strength of thier hearts grow small. However, although strange sounds cracked, scraped, and moaned in the wood, nothing happened as they drew nearer to the warm hearths awaiting them. The light of home becoming visible, the hearts of the maidens grew anew, despite the faint sounds of something, possibly, lurking amidst the rustle of leaf and tree. Just when their hearts were at thier full, a great darkness bounded from the trees onto the path before them--snarling, snapping, reeking--a great hell-hound, an icky from the wild! The maidens screamed in terror, and the fell beast lunged and reached with his fangs to tear them, held back only by the colour and scent of the good flowers. The maidens were certain that the hellhounds courage would soon mount agaisnt the flowers, and called for help.

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It came to pass that a man, riding on his way home, heard the screams of the fair maidens, and spurred his horse forward. Rounding the last bend upon the path, the poor horse saw the black beast with its flesh ripping claws and pannicked, throwing the rider amidst the maidens and bolting the other way.

The man however, saw the danger to the maidens, and his heart grew large with courage, and taking the stem of a great flower (having no sword) he brandished it against the beast, railing against him, with nothing but good boldness against the teeth that part life from flesh! Putting himself between maidens and the beast he held is ground, standing in the gap.

(Now the flower he was holding was called Peter's Sword, for it is white with sword shaped petals)

And as he stood and dashed between the maidens and the beast the flower grew larger, and colder, and sharper--an lo! A sword was in his hands--a bright sword, a slicing sword--and sword met fang, and steel met bone, and the sword dove deep into the heart of the slobbering hound, and it died thrashing and wallowing in black blood at the feet of the man--Aaron of Slabia!

Closer to Imperial Flag

We are now closer to having our own flag! Here is the rough draft:

Somethings are going to be modified, but this is the basic idea!

Propposed Flag Prototypes

Here we have the various prototypes put out so far in one place. Remember, some of this could be mixed and matched (for instance, darker outlined swords as seen on the red flag, could be put on a blue background in place of the lightly outlined swords on the blue) Please review, and if your Eiterbian, put in your two cents. Remember, it should look cool, but also symbolise our Great Empire. Explanations of the emblems can be found elsewhere on this blog.

It has been suggested that the hockey sticks be replaced with a fairy tale book. Of course, Upper Mattia could be represented by a raccoon, Slabia by a hell hound run through with a sword, and Uper Matia by...well, maybe an M. But that would be getting VERY VERY crowded, esp. if everyone is represented in a an equal size, which would be proper (IMO) and wouldn't work so well.

At Rhyfela! ddeud Ardduniad a Swyddog balchder!

Eiterbien War cries/ threats

Ritzistan's favourite: "Prospice tibi - ut Gallia, tu quoque in tres partes dividaris."

Issacadia's favourite: "Tutene? Adque cuius exercitus? In tempore praeterito plus quam perfecto de te mox dicent."

Dustinia's favourite: "Cave ne ante ullas catapultas ambules."

Raugustia's War cry: "Fugio! Fugio!"

and for thosewho are wondering where I get these from, all I can say is : "Aio, exercitorem linguae Latinae proprium habeo."

ourTitles (draft)

As we say in Eiterbie: "Bene, cum Latine nescias, nolo manus meas in te maculare "




Dustin the Bold, ap Guy ap Burlett, Baron of Halkirkia, Royal Chancellor of Eiterbie, Lord of the Southern Plains, Duke of all the Dustinans, Lord protector or Tran, and High Lord Triumvate.
Moto: "Omnes lagani pistrinae gelate male sapiunt" (All frozen pizzas taste lousy)




Kyle the Peace-maker, Son of Robert The Horseman, Son of William, Son of Archibald, Archcareleader of Eiterbie, High Ischak over Isaacadia, Aetheling of Barunanoch, Eorl of Bahairnanoch, Keeper of the North Gate, Lord of the Mark, and High Lord Triumvate.
Moto but not really his motto: "Brevior saltare cum deformibus mulieribus est vita" (Life is to short do dance with deformed/ ugly women)




Wendel the Cunning, of House Ritz, Sept Del, Ap Harvey Ap Albert Ap Wilhelm The Dragon Slayer, Dux Eitrebie, Supreme Warchief of the Eiterbien nation, King of Ritzerhoven, and all The Ritzian Septs, Guardian of the East, Lord protector of the Northern Reaches, and High Lord Triumvate.
Moto: "Non sum pisces" (I am not a fish)


Andrew the Jollyof Raugustia, Son of Rugust, son of Raugust, King or the Raugustians, Pope of the Eiterbiens, Peace talker of the Eiterbiens, and Farytale extrordinaire.

Moto: "Ego sum a mediocris fabula, Ego sum a mediocris fabula" (I'm a Fairy tale, I'm a Fairy tale)