House Brawm
"Our Swords Always Dirty"
Reeve Brawm would be sat in the courtyard, pipe in hand watching over Adam and Markus spar including the other Brawm Guard, them all using wooden swords expertly crafted by Mah’r Volaren. He would look up and see a bird fly over head then look back over the men and spot Hektor’s pipe sat on a crate of Cactus Green, left by him. It had been not long ago Hektor Brawms life was taken fighting for Horen. It was time to move on Hektor wasn’t coming back. He would call Ren Kaban over a old Maester I had picked up about a year ago, he would ask Kaban to pull out a piece of paper and a quill to write.
House Brawm has been a House loyal to Haense, loyal to Oren since it coming into a sphere of being known in early Axios. Since then it has been a loyal vassal to both Haense and Oren, both to the Barbanovs, and Horen. However, despite this fact Horen has never quite thought so for some reason, it was never quite enough the amount of Brawm lives or Brawm bannerman, or even the few that lived in the Brawm Village. Never quite enough for Horen, was it enough when my brother Jakubs life was taken fighting for you, was it enough when my father's own life was taken fighting for the great oh so illustrious Oren. They sent us out to die there, in the harsh jungle of the Orcs, in the frozen plains of Ceru, in the godforsaken mountainous regions of the Dwarves, but no, it was never enough. No matter how much we had given to Oren, Oren never saw to even acknowledge, however that is not my concern, my concern was no matter how much my family had given they still deemed fit to attack us and leave us dead in the streets, my own bannerman, one of my best fighters, champion in the North, and friend Mah’r Volaren was almost slaughtered right outside Johannesburg had me and my Father not been there, and that is not it, they also seem to have a grudge against us as they have dragged and beaten multiple of the Brawm men in the Imperial Garrison. So no more we say, from this day on, while we may not swear ourselves to a Staunton, we do swear ourselves to the Axios Coalition and to avenge our fallen brethren.