Britomart (BRIT-oh-mart)

A Resident

Lady Britomart (a.k.a. Britomartis of the Shining Visor)

In the annals of Albion’s tales, Britomart stands apart as the warrior-maiden of unflinching resolve, armored in both steel and honor. Though her earliest origins are entwined with the allegorical verses of chivalric poetry, in the living world she was as tangible as any knight — a figure who strode into tourneys and campaigns with a measured grace, unyielding in her purpose. Her sword was neither for idle sport nor petty quarrel, but wielded for justice and the defense of the innocent. When the mists rose upon the shore at Camlann’s bitter conclusion, Britomart was among those gathered by Myrddin and the healers of Avalon. Her wounds, though not mortal, bore the mark of long battle and the ache of seeing comrades fall. Guided onto the enchanted craft, she crossed the water in silence, her visor lowered until the moment the isle revealed its golden meadows. In Tír na nÓg, Britomart found not the endless wars of her youth, but a realm that welcomed her discipline and skill in gentler ways. She became a master of the tiltyard for those who sought martial training without the mortal stakes of battle, teaching honor, restraint, and precision to eager pupils. Her leisure hours were spent in the company of poets and musicians, where her keen tactical mind often found unexpected joy in the measured rhythm of verse and song. Over time, the stern façade softened, though her sense of duty never waned. She remains both guardian and guide — a knight no longer bound to a king’s call, yet ever true to the circle she keeps.