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About Iommi-Tyr Magnusson

I was born in Norway on 26 January 1377, just four years older than my first cousin, Eric I of Pomerania -- King of Norway, and like him, raised by Queen Margaret I -- Scandinavia's powerful Matriarch. Also like King Eric I, I'm a scholar, a student and philosopher. But my interest is in the British Isles where lives my best friend, Prince Harry of Monmouth, the Prince of Wales under his father, English King Henry IV called "Bolingbroke."

In October 1403, at age 26, Queen Margaret I appointed me to go to England and become teacher to young Princess Phillipa of Lancaster -- as Queen Margaret I and English King Henry IV of Bolingbroke had arrainged to marry Princess Philippa to my cousin, Norway's King Eric I of Pomerania. That sounded great to me, of course, because now Prince Harry of Monmouth (my best friend and Philippa's older brother) would be related to me through my cousin the King of Norway, Eric I.

Of course, during the month-and-a-half I stayed in London before returning to Norway, I spent much of my time hanging out with Prince Harry and his fat, drunk -- hysterically funny friend Falstaff at the Boar's Head Inn. But then I escorted Princess Philippa safely back to Norway -- tried to.

Because on 14 November 1403 a North Sea Dryad invisibly boarded our ship and, upon seeing that the young princess Philippa had an adorable little crush on me -- unrequited of course because she was to be married to King Eric I, my cousin -- stole me away to her undersea, coral grotto in the Fey Realm and requited the passion herself upon me.

For three days and nights, under the frozen waves of the North Sea, we Knew each other, until at last she released me and I washed upon the southern shores of Scandinavia -- protected from the cold by my Dryad's Fey Bewitchments. Unbeknownst to me it was 14 November 1429 -- 26 years later!

Ignorant of the passage of time, I hurried to the first fishing village I could find so as to get back to Princess Philippa, King Eric I and Queen Margaret I. Yet when I finally arrived outside of Akershus Castle in Oslo 2 months later in January, I learned the ineffable truth: It was 26 years later, and my cold nymph had stolen from me a lifetime. Princess Philippa, no -- Queen Philippa -- was recently deceased. My best friend Prince Harry had become a great King of England but he too was long dead, his child son sitting upon a tottering throne of England. My cousin King Eric I is old and quickly becoming unloved, an ever weakening monarch -- while I still show the youth of a 26 year old.

In Akershus Castle in Norway I know my cousin King Eric I will remember me, but I just can't find it in me to bring myself before him after all these years. ....
In London the child-King Henry VI will have no connection to me despite the brotherly love I still foster for his father, Prince Harry of Monmouth -- England's great King Henry V.
And the child's mother is Catherine of Valois! Prince Harry was supposed to marry my cousin Catherine of Pomerania -- Eric I's sister -- not that weakling French Princess, Catherine of Valois! What happened?! My Catherine of Pomerania has been deceased four years, her son Christopher a growing young threat to Eric I's Throne since the King has no issue of his own from Princess Philippa of Lancaster!

Yet in England, who am I after all: ...The former best friend of their dead Prince Harry -- I guess I must call him King Henry V, now. His young sister, my student -- Princess Philippa of Lancaster (No -- Queen Philippa) has just died and I am nothing to the Plantagenets on the English throne -- not that they have much power in little King Henry VI. His mother Catherine of Valois will make him as French as she is able -- that is if his uncles, John or Humphrey -- the Dukes Bedford and Gloucester respectively -- don't kill the eight year old King first.

Were the situation even a little stable I would assassinate Richard de Beauchamp -- the Earl of Warwick -- and replace him as young King Henry VI's tutor -- the boy-king is the same age as Princess Philippa was when I began tutoring her back in 1403. (I as yet can still not fathom that that was over 26 years ago!) But alas, between Catherine of Valois and that bastard Cardinal, Henry Beaufort -- ever have I hated the Church of England and this man is as vile as most Christians in power -- I would never succeed in placing myself as Henry VI's tutor, even over Richard de Beauchamp's dead body.

So I travel to the Continent -- my first time here -- and make my way to Paris and begin studying at the Cathedral of Notre Dame....
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