Conan Apr 2026

Conan of Cimmeria sat on a throne that did not fit his hips.

Tonight, there would be blood and fire and the old, clean joy of battle. Conan of Cimmeria sat on a throne that did not fit his hips

Here’s a short piece written for Conan — capturing his voice, his world, and his relentless drive. The Weight of a Crown Not Wanted Conan of Cimmeria sat on a throne that did not fit his hips

“Crom,” he growled to the empty hall, “I have never asked you for mercy. I do not start now.” Conan of Cimmeria sat on a throne that did not fit his hips