Kingdom of Equitaine

Honour, Kingdom and the Lady

The thunder of hooves, the clink of mail, the sounding of horns: a great cacophony accompanies an army of knights riding to war. Yet steel and sinew are nothing without valour. These noble fighters crusade for faith, for virtue, for their beloved Lady - yet most of all, for the honour of their home, the Kingdom of Equitaine.

A nation established on noble principles, yet built on a foundation of peasant labour and sweat, Equitaine is a land of myth and superstition. Yet it exerts tremendous military might - Crusades for the lost Grail have brought the Lady’s grace to many foreign lands.. In all things, Equitan nobility is expected to lead from the fore, and victory often rests upon their individual successes. These are lessons for the young king to learn, and learn well, if his dynasty is to endure against other strong, noble Houses and the perils that lie beyond his lands.

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The mystical lands of Equitaine are home to many wild and wonderful beings. From misted hills, holy lakes and mountainous crags, the knights of this realm sally forth upon their Lady’s quests, taking them across Vetia, Taphria and beyond sometimes in fleeting crusades, other times establishing lasting colonies.


The Kingdom of Equitaine is sometimes seen as three different armies in one. One option is to play as a mixture of Knights and Infantry, where one half of the army shoots or engages the opponent in place till the other part comes in to smash the enemy, usually with powerful cavalry. Another option is the are armies where only cavalry is used, these excel at bringing so many mobile threats on the table that they are able to catch the opponent where they least suspect and try avoid them everywhere else. That concept is brought to the extreme when cavalry is mixed with their flying units of Pegasus Knights! In every playstyle the Kingdom of Equitaine relies on their characters to do some fighting, and to lead their armies from the front.

Lore of Kingdom of Equitaine

Ritual of an Equitanian Wedding

Dearest Tristopher
Brother, may the Lady guide your hand and guard you well. The wedding went well. I must confess to you I don’t know just how I managed it. There was so much to do and plan, that I swear without Brother Jacque I would not have prevailed. The old man really outdid himself, my heart fills with love for him, for every thing was made perfect. From the moment we announced our intent to tie our wrists at the archway, he was tireless and ceaseless. While he busied himself thus, there was much to do. I went unto her mother and father formally thereafter, and though her father was stern as old Merek of the guard house, her mother was in our camp. I must have acquitted myself well enough, for the old man did give his leave in the end. He went to see father the very next day. From there, the true planning began. I would never have guessed just how much goes to making a merriment. Missives to our cousins, our lord, his retinue, and fathers’ friends, all written by mine very hand, were sent hither and yon. The house servants and clerics set aside the wine and ale and beer, and her house the larder. Brother Jacque even sent for a cask of sweet mead, from the Abbey as a groom’s gift. Preparations were as diligent and twice counted as your arms, kit, and mail were for the crusade! Good woman Beth in the kitchens would not stop fussing, or crying. I kept vigil for a day and a night in honor of the Lady and to seek her favor. A minor ordeal, I admit, but I did not want to be lacking on the day of vows. I needn’t have worried. Just seeing my bride that morning set my spirit alight. She wore a white veil, and a dress of splendid white and green. The green was shining silk and the white gossamer over linen. She was a vision of the Goddess herself. She left her slippers with her mother, and I gave my boots to Brother Jacque; we came together at the bubbling brook where you and I played at knights as children. I asked that we do that there in memory of you, so that I could have you there with me in spirit since you could not be there in person Tris. The vows were simple things, I feared that I would misplace them or stumble over the words, but I need not have feared. All was perfect, I swear I felt the fey watch over us as we promised each to the other. She filled her family’s chalice from the brook and brought it to my lips. I myself brought wine from our vineyard, as I felt it has ever been the Lady’s greatest gift to our house, and poured it in father’s cup for her and brought it to her lips. Then we tied our hands and kissed before all, I still have naught the idea of how my heart did not burst then and there. When we finally stood, the cheers began, and we were taken bodily and carried back to the chapel. The brothers had cleaned and made ready. The clerics had set trenchers and cups. We had jongleurs and menestrals, ale and venison, and not a moment went by without song or cheer. Mother would allow no less on such a day, though she could not help some tears herself at gaining a daughter. All the folk from the village came to dance and cheer us, and enjoy beer and bread. None left hungry! By stone and stream, we danced well into the night and the serfs until dawn. I wish you well Tris and good speed. May you win in the sacred places and gain a fief of your own. It is my dearest wish that I may come to you there overseas and be there at your own wedding one day. May the Fey Lady ever keep you in her hand,

Tancred, sealed with the stamp of the House de Surmonte

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