The Three Crowns of the Saxon Kings
In the annuals and chronicles of history past there is a tale of an intrepid hero Rolfe. Rolfe was a Norseman who after many great adventures and quests, the most notable being the recovery of the Mother of all Bells, undertook an expedition of find the Three Crowns of the Saxon Kings. Long lost to time, such a treasure would bring more fame and glory to our hero and so forth Rolfe went in search of his prize.
The first crown has been described as being made of silver and inlaid with intaglios; a design carved, incised or engraved into a hard material as to appear below the surface and cameos; a gem, stone or shell carved in relief with a contrasting layer serving as a background.
The second crown is alleged to be made of single band of ivory from a walrus tusk and inlaid with sky blue lapis lazuli. Given a slight twist with the ends held in place with golden rivets.
The third crown is rumored to be made of a pale gold with a single bright blue diamond the size of a robin's egg.
The three crowns were gathered and brought together by the ancient King Raedwald. The three crowns becoming his sigil which remains today as the flag of Anglia. However, they were lost by his sons, stepson and nephews who fought amongst themselves.
Today in 2085 there are those who go about digging into the side of anything that has the appearance of a burial mound or breaking into ancient churchyard graves. Nevermind that legend has it that one crown was lost to the sea, another melted down into coin and the third lost along the coast under the dunes to ever guard the land.
"Hey boy, why did you drag me out to this dump of a place?"
"Yo Jabby, the name The Boy Debois. Got it?"
A scoff "Whatever boy"
"Why are you so mean?"
"Why did you bring me to this shyte place. It is ruining my boots."
"Ha, I'll get you a new pair. Why? Because I need your dryad juice to keep the toxic critters away."
Rolling eyes, "These boots cost more than you can steal in a year." Looking around. "Better not be any toxics."
"Hey babe, I'll keep you safe."
Another louder scoff, "I don't have enough drugs to become comfortably numb to allow you to keep me safe."
"Damn that is low." Kicking sand. "Just want to find this lost treasure. Drek Jacen rambling over Firegolds the other night about being a knight of Pendragon's. You give him something?"
Shaking head, "No he is not on my customer list. Sorry love." Wrinkling her nose at some foul odor. "Maybe you should have asked the goddess of dance to help."
He sighs, "I wish, but she is always too busy for me. I don't think she likes my mods being noticeable as well."
She shrugs her slim shoulders and turns her svelt figure, "I'm going to sit in the car. Hurry up so you can take me home."
After a time of scanning the sands with a metal detector he gives up. He loads the car and drives off.
Date of First Recording
Sometime between the mid Eighth Century and Early Ninth Century.
Date of Setting
Late Seventh Century
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