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None Forsaken

From the western marches rose Syr Ynwain, Lord of the Red Host. His mountainous citadel loomed vast, banners blood-hued against the sky, resounding with the battle-roar of his people that bound all as one. Oft it seemed Ynwain drew his very strength from that roar whilst it broke upon foe like a crashing wave.

His House was guided from a modest yet hallowed chamber where learned masters gathered. There, wisdom was spoken like sacred verse, and from their counsel were forged not one but many fabled dynasties. Each lord shaped the next, and with each succession the Red Host pressed forward relentless and overwhelming.

Yet not all was triumph, for exile and sorrow unbearable marked Ynwain’s House, shaping his character as surely as crowns and conquest. From such wounds was wrought his creed — None Forsaken.

Yet always the song returned. Ynwain strode as a colossus across the Realm, his House vast, his name and colours carried throughout the known world, the greatest of lords brought to heel, their glory bowed before his.

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 Liverpool FC or the Premier League.