Pjetër Mamrick was born of Illuric heritage under the green banner of the Haunted Homeland and its three-headed dragon. In that mountainous land he was brought up, which is the same size as Kimbria together with Law·arya and Plantation Island in the Independent Commonwealth in North Meryk-land. Having said that, the populations of the two lands (Kimbria and the Motherland) are the same, more or less, namely about 3 million people today.

The banks of the River Sed were home to his mother before the Great Tribulation, and his childhood haunt, although his favourite place was the pine forests around the Black Kharsag Mountains in the west. His father was a travelling salesman from the Independent Commonwealth, from a Kimbric family that had left Pretany (now the Islands of the Disunited Kingdoms) on board the ill-fated ship The Good Fortune. His father used to travel around the world selling dental equipment. Indeed, there are lots of enterprising dentists living on the desolate plains of the Independent Commonwealth even today.

Pjetër moved to the land of his forebears for a while after the fall of the Most Beloved Leader, but he did not feel comfortable in the slightest with the Irrepressible Paternalistic Dream, what with all the saluting the flag, and the training to be a dentist every day, and so on and so forth. He became a poet and expert on psycho-chaotic semiotics and went to Kimbria to visit his hero, the teenage playwright called Daud Pekar, who had also fought in the Heart of the Continent before fleeing to get treatment in the Pines Clinic for his terrible wounds.

The two (together with Steffan Grossmann, a friend of Daud's) used to attend illegal free parties to celebrate the blue moon which were held all over the land, especially near cromlechs called the Bear-man's Quoits and other historical sites, composing poems in the white van before Daud was killed (probably) saving his best friend and his dear old schoolmaster from a fire at the turn of the century and of the millennium, and at the start of the Age of the Irrigator to boot.

On their travels they discovered several hidden manuscripts, and they translated them together. It was Pjetër who helped Daud to complete some of his most famous works during this period, and it was he who contributed the immortal line, "If one man dies, then all survive; Through him will human-kind still thrive?" to Daud's 'pottering about.'

More of these "Tall Tales" were originally presented in Pretanic and Kimbric [*] in the online bilingual magazine Parallel.Cymru. These stories have been expanded upon here on this e-site (see the list of chapters on the right).

See Appendix 4 to read around ninety examples of "Mamrick's Minstrelsy" written in Aberdydd and published in the local (and frequently rather whimsical) press of this strange and historic land.

[*] That is, Standardized British and Welsh. — Gertrude Llwynlesg.

Across the lambs a shadow falls,

And furthermore, beside grove’s wall,

In old mute coomb (or maybe vale), 

Where secret still, and steep, winds trail, 

On hill, chock-full of withered pines –

So sullen – dumb – dark virtue’s shrine, 

Where, now, 'neath harsh-eyed gaze of moon, 

Live tribes of truly clueless loons,

In cottage poor, and mansion fine,

Oh Gods, they grow not wisdom’s vines, 

(But bear, perchance, the seeds of lust)!

From birthing-cry to death’s last gust,

They screech with pain from spectral scar,

Each day locked tight by word-charmed bars –

By phantom red and jeering flesh –

Until returns fate's scythe afresh, 

To hound them down through field and dell –

And blood pours out ‘midst flame-stream fell. 

If one man dies, then all survive;

Through him will human-kind still thrive?