The evening after an unnamed battle near Portchester in the year MMI, an odd assortment of warriors sat at the campfire to pick over the bones of the day. Saxon, Dane, Rus-Vike, Angle and others unknown, talked of a common interest... fighting.
All had fought together at points during the day and all had found joy in the shield wall. Some there held no allegiance to any Ealdorman or Jarl, others were unhappy in their allegiances. Grievances and complaints were aired and shared as was the ale and mead.
Around the campfire and mead cup a general agreement arose, and decisions were made to form a new group to include the common interests of those present. Over the spring season the scribes sent messages, friendships forged, things discussed and so was born the troop of the Raven 'HRAVNSLITH’