Description
Mead Mead Mead
At the southern shore of the Realm lies the Ermel Sea, a long sleeve of water from which endless raiders break upon the shingles. There on the coast stands Syr Marr, first to meet them. He does not welcome the task — not from fear, but from irritation. To him, each landing is an irksome interruption, another clatter of arms dragging him from feast, fest, and revelry. Yet none may deny his potency.
Marr fights as he drinks: swiftly, noisily, with unashamed abandon. His laughter is his war-cry, his prowess honed by ceaseless tavern brawls. And so with his host: they mirror his revelry in arms — surging, cheering, fleeing with laughter, only to sweep back louder, fiercer, scattering foes as carousing children scatter gulls.
His banner bears the white gull wheeling on blue — not a noble beast, but a scavenger. Yet for Marr’s people that is the holiest of symbols: unashamed, fearless, surviving on whatever fortune casts before it. Their creed is revelry, for the bawdy feast today is the truest defiance, since tomorrow the sea may take all.
Marr is no solemn sentinel. He is a knight of appetites, lord of a shore that lives brightly in the shadow of constant peril. To outsiders it seems reckless; to those who know the cult of the gull, it is survival itself. For when the storm comes, Marr is first to stand — and when it passes, he makes merry.
This artwork is part of the Knights of Football series. It is an independent creative work and is not affiliated with, endorsed by, or licensed by Brighton & Hove Albion FC or the Premier League.
