With this thread, I open the story thread of this mod. Here the community can write me their stories (per PM or comment) and they will be added to a list in this thread. Because why not?
TALE OF A LËIFR
The Tale of Erling Erikson
Úlfr's Vikingr Story's by Ulfr Jomsborg
Ragnarr's runestone stories. (WARNING: You brain could begin to smelt by reading this.)
Chapter 1
Chapter 2
Chapter 3
The Skald's corner (by kimbo)
Thema: The Adventures of William (Story) (by Visquens Willelme d'Iveri)
Autumn (by Hjálmarr Ukkometso)
No title (by Hjálmarr Ukkometso)
Cavalry (by Frithumundr_Fer_Araig)
Poems by Fintan Fer Araig
Warriors song
Oh brothers, look at that beautiful village
It would be real shame somebody to loot it and pillage
I see how you stand valiantly in our boats
So ready your wills, chainmails, helmets and shouts
Odin has sent his blessing and look how fly the ravens
We will bring glory and honor to his name, Oh pity the cravens
We will embrace gladly the thrill of battle and gore
Ready we shall be for the battle-maidens who we so adore
Our foes shall be send to their forgotten ancestors
And we shall drink, dine and feast wiht our creators
This is the song of our beloved, dear battles
so you wretched maids; get back to your kettles
This is the tale of the battled, full grown men,
greybeards and beardless boys in the warriors den
Departure to the sea
Battle-night
Song of the past times
I used to ride with my friend Willie
Until the weather got so chilly
That his ponys hooves got frozen
And he was not chosen
To be leader the next round
Instead we got some wild hound
To lead us to victory and glory
And he surely wasn't riding a pony
Epic of a man
She-hare
In the summer morning
I said to my darling
To look at the she-hare
To look at it's fiery hair
It's the sign that somewhere near
There's something we can't quite hear
It's the danger we all should fear
It's the killer of all fun
The grim hunter of joy
It's the cloak of the sun
Master of every ploy
Alone shall it be
In it's eternal misery
And so shall the pale mare ride
And there's no place to hide
So darling, let's wait it to come
And all sorrow shall be gone
He's the friend we all know
And who we wish never to meet
He's no mans sole foe
As long as the heart has a beat
Let's greet him with glee
So we all shall to see
The pale eternal grin
Which knows all of our sin
End of bloodshed
Vanity
And so shall the brave man weep
When the wound is cut deep
How are we supposed to keep
From falling to eternal sleep
The climb is so steep
It's only one tiny leap
From light to darkness deep
Poems / stories without titles
by Dragomir FenrisBarn
A warrior stood ground
With a friend he trusted.
Only sorrow he found
When the friend has thrusted.
What are you doing?!
He spew bloody vomit
But his friend was foolish
Busy chasing a pony.
Don't chase the horse!
Mighty hero cried.
The birin of remorse
Has pierced through his eye.
What is the moral of this little story?
If your teammates are idiots,
You're going to be sorry.
Okay guys, add me your stories!
TALE OF A LËIFR
Leifr Ingilson Lægrmadr
Leifr was born in the winter period of the year 743 in a little poor village located in Skåne. Leifr was a big and strong boy throughout his childhood, just like his father. Leifr’s fathers name was Ingil and he was a master in the art of smithing, and so was Leifr - Leifr grew up to be a great smith.
In the early years of his childhood, his mother died of pneumonia. Eight years later his father was called out to pick up arms, to travel to new lands and conquer. 4 months later, Leifr received a message from the Hersir, that his father had died of an unknown disease on his way to the unknown lands. This was a life-changing moment for Leifr, he fell ill, and was not sure what he was doing with his life.
After many hard decisions in his life, he finally decided to go on an adventure, he wanted to see the unknown world, with his own eyes and not hear about it in some dumb old stories he’d heard as child.
He had heard rumors about these strong and brave mercenaries, and their name was Jómsborg. Fearsome as bears, strong as a thousand horses and immortal as Fenrir. These warriors sounded like what Leifr had in mind for so long. 3 years passed, he had crossed the seas, dock to dock, village to village, looking for the Jómsborg. And alas, in the fog, he sees it - The great Hall of the Jómsborg, shines on the hill. Leifr was not sure what he would encounter inside the walls, but he could feel a dense of intense excitement.
After that day Leifr signed up with Jómsborg, he was very much liked and famed for his skill in the smithing profession. The Jarl - Ragnar Haraldson had seemed to favor this young and brave man and made Leifr swear an Oath, an Oath only the minded with power could do. The Jómsborg had recently lost their Lægrmadr - and was in search of a new Lawman. They saw a glams of light in the heart of Leifr, and so it should be. Leifr - now the new Lægrmadr of the Jómsborg.
Leifr was born in the winter period of the year 743 in a little poor village located in Skåne. Leifr was a big and strong boy throughout his childhood, just like his father. Leifr’s fathers name was Ingil and he was a master in the art of smithing, and so was Leifr - Leifr grew up to be a great smith.
In the early years of his childhood, his mother died of pneumonia. Eight years later his father was called out to pick up arms, to travel to new lands and conquer. 4 months later, Leifr received a message from the Hersir, that his father had died of an unknown disease on his way to the unknown lands. This was a life-changing moment for Leifr, he fell ill, and was not sure what he was doing with his life.
After many hard decisions in his life, he finally decided to go on an adventure, he wanted to see the unknown world, with his own eyes and not hear about it in some dumb old stories he’d heard as child.
He had heard rumors about these strong and brave mercenaries, and their name was Jómsborg. Fearsome as bears, strong as a thousand horses and immortal as Fenrir. These warriors sounded like what Leifr had in mind for so long. 3 years passed, he had crossed the seas, dock to dock, village to village, looking for the Jómsborg. And alas, in the fog, he sees it - The great Hall of the Jómsborg, shines on the hill. Leifr was not sure what he would encounter inside the walls, but he could feel a dense of intense excitement.
After that day Leifr signed up with Jómsborg, he was very much liked and famed for his skill in the smithing profession. The Jarl - Ragnar Haraldson had seemed to favor this young and brave man and made Leifr swear an Oath, an Oath only the minded with power could do. The Jómsborg had recently lost their Lægrmadr - and was in search of a new Lawman. They saw a glams of light in the heart of Leifr, and so it should be. Leifr - now the new Lægrmadr of the Jómsborg.
The Tale of Erling Erikson
The tale of Erling Erikson
Not too long ago in a little village in the land belonging to Denmark was born a boy - a boy who would grow up to shed blood and gain glory on the battlefield. I shall tell you his tale.
Skåne - Winter, 751. Erik Ivarson and his wife were blessed with the birth of a boy, the third son but not the last child as they received a young girl two winters later. His birth was eventless and he was born in a fine and healthy state. Not a lot is known about this man's earliest years, except that his father was a poor fisherman and that Erling didn't care to follow in his father's footsteps.
Upon reaching his 17'th winter the boy - now growing into adulthood found himself getting into a fist fight quite often, and bringing shame to his family. It was not normal for a boy to start trouble as often as him. He was reckless and without remorse for his kin. More than a few times he had been seen beating his younger sister and outright torturing his weaker older brothers. He was truely, a cold man.
Not long after his 18'th winter the village reached the breaking point. The men gathered at his home and demanded the boy to come out and face them. They waited for what seemed like hours. The boy did not come out. Enraged the people of the village broke into the house, beat his father, killed one of his brothers and did unspeakable things to his sister. The boy, finally showing some love for his kin had sent his mother and oldest brother out the back, and was on his way back to check on the rest. But he was too late, after helping his mother onto his horse and sending her and his brother off he could only see the flames engulfing his home in the distance. He fell to his knees and his head sunk in despair. He sat there for hours, watching all that he owned burn away.
Many winters passed and the boy slowly became a man, selling his rusty blade to local strongmen. His skin thick and his hands cold he fought and plundered without remose or any feelings. You would think it was vengence driving him but no, he was just bloodthirsty. Only love he had was guts, death and despair. But one day, in an unknown town the boy tilted his head up, staring at an older man. In full chainmail and with a master made sword in his hand, reaching his other hand out towards the boy. I'm not sure what the man told the boy, but not long after they had spoken. The boy picked up his things, paid for his drink and walked off.
Travellers say they saw him on the road with a few well armed men, maybe even sellswords.
If you haven't guessed by now, those men. Were the Jómsvikingar. They had recruited the boy, seeing as he had nothing else to live for than coin and mead. Perfect fit for the Jómsborg. But they were wrong, yes they were very wrong. He was not fit for the kind of work they offered him. He was far to mentally unstable. Not far from the Jómsborg itself the boy exploded in rage. Driving his blade into the leg of the tallest man and screaming from the top of his lungs before being hurled to the ground by two other men. Not seconds before having an axe put in his skull a horn was heard in the distance. The Jómsborg was calling for their men, there was work to be done. The men, figuring they needed a replacement for the man the boy had stabbed dragged the boy with them to the Jómsborg. The sellswords didn't take kindly to a man who would harm his own. They gave him looted gear and a broken spear and sent him off with the others. What happend after that is not known, just that he didn't die. He fought with what he had, he killed, he stabbed and bashed his way to the end. And after it all. The sellswords pat him on the back, he was one of them now. A warrior.
After a few years of hard work, blood, sweat and not a single tear. He was permitted to have his own sword crafted. For he had now become a Huskarl, famed for his ruthlessness in battle and in the Jómsborg. Men and even women who dared stand up to him was quickly cast aside as weak and unworthy of fighting at his side. He had yet to find someone he could trust, untill that day upon reaching the smith. A tall fair-haired man, sweating from the heat of the forge. Bashing his hammer on a piece of master made steel, stood before him. Raising an eyebrow at the Huskarl. Clearly the smith knew of him, but he was not impressed. For all of the Jómsborg are great warriors.
The man had crafted him a strong and trusty blade, along with a custom made helmet to protect his thick skull. It did not take long before they sat togheter in the mead hall, sharing drink and tales. The Jarl noticed the bond two of his loyal men was making and declared them to be Shieldbrothers, to watch eachothers backs in wartime and in the Jómsborg. Both men would shed blood for the other, kill for the other, even give up their own life - so that the other may live.
Not many who witness their power and fiercness in battle live to tell of it. But those who do, advise you to run - Far, far away. Cus when the Jómsvikingar comes knocking, nobody is gonna answer back.
(Wow! such tale, much emotional, very cry.)
Not too long ago in a little village in the land belonging to Denmark was born a boy - a boy who would grow up to shed blood and gain glory on the battlefield. I shall tell you his tale.
Skåne - Winter, 751. Erik Ivarson and his wife were blessed with the birth of a boy, the third son but not the last child as they received a young girl two winters later. His birth was eventless and he was born in a fine and healthy state. Not a lot is known about this man's earliest years, except that his father was a poor fisherman and that Erling didn't care to follow in his father's footsteps.
Upon reaching his 17'th winter the boy - now growing into adulthood found himself getting into a fist fight quite often, and bringing shame to his family. It was not normal for a boy to start trouble as often as him. He was reckless and without remorse for his kin. More than a few times he had been seen beating his younger sister and outright torturing his weaker older brothers. He was truely, a cold man.
Not long after his 18'th winter the village reached the breaking point. The men gathered at his home and demanded the boy to come out and face them. They waited for what seemed like hours. The boy did not come out. Enraged the people of the village broke into the house, beat his father, killed one of his brothers and did unspeakable things to his sister. The boy, finally showing some love for his kin had sent his mother and oldest brother out the back, and was on his way back to check on the rest. But he was too late, after helping his mother onto his horse and sending her and his brother off he could only see the flames engulfing his home in the distance. He fell to his knees and his head sunk in despair. He sat there for hours, watching all that he owned burn away.
Many winters passed and the boy slowly became a man, selling his rusty blade to local strongmen. His skin thick and his hands cold he fought and plundered without remose or any feelings. You would think it was vengence driving him but no, he was just bloodthirsty. Only love he had was guts, death and despair. But one day, in an unknown town the boy tilted his head up, staring at an older man. In full chainmail and with a master made sword in his hand, reaching his other hand out towards the boy. I'm not sure what the man told the boy, but not long after they had spoken. The boy picked up his things, paid for his drink and walked off.
Travellers say they saw him on the road with a few well armed men, maybe even sellswords.
If you haven't guessed by now, those men. Were the Jómsvikingar. They had recruited the boy, seeing as he had nothing else to live for than coin and mead. Perfect fit for the Jómsborg. But they were wrong, yes they were very wrong. He was not fit for the kind of work they offered him. He was far to mentally unstable. Not far from the Jómsborg itself the boy exploded in rage. Driving his blade into the leg of the tallest man and screaming from the top of his lungs before being hurled to the ground by two other men. Not seconds before having an axe put in his skull a horn was heard in the distance. The Jómsborg was calling for their men, there was work to be done. The men, figuring they needed a replacement for the man the boy had stabbed dragged the boy with them to the Jómsborg. The sellswords didn't take kindly to a man who would harm his own. They gave him looted gear and a broken spear and sent him off with the others. What happend after that is not known, just that he didn't die. He fought with what he had, he killed, he stabbed and bashed his way to the end. And after it all. The sellswords pat him on the back, he was one of them now. A warrior.
After a few years of hard work, blood, sweat and not a single tear. He was permitted to have his own sword crafted. For he had now become a Huskarl, famed for his ruthlessness in battle and in the Jómsborg. Men and even women who dared stand up to him was quickly cast aside as weak and unworthy of fighting at his side. He had yet to find someone he could trust, untill that day upon reaching the smith. A tall fair-haired man, sweating from the heat of the forge. Bashing his hammer on a piece of master made steel, stood before him. Raising an eyebrow at the Huskarl. Clearly the smith knew of him, but he was not impressed. For all of the Jómsborg are great warriors.
The man had crafted him a strong and trusty blade, along with a custom made helmet to protect his thick skull. It did not take long before they sat togheter in the mead hall, sharing drink and tales. The Jarl noticed the bond two of his loyal men was making and declared them to be Shieldbrothers, to watch eachothers backs in wartime and in the Jómsborg. Both men would shed blood for the other, kill for the other, even give up their own life - so that the other may live.
Not many who witness their power and fiercness in battle live to tell of it. But those who do, advise you to run - Far, far away. Cus when the Jómsvikingar comes knocking, nobody is gonna answer back.
(Wow! such tale, much emotional, very cry.)
Úlfr's Vikingr Story's by Ulfr Jomsborg
Battle of Sulcoit
Part 1: The Begginig
Written by Úlfr (UlfrTheMighty)
It were an cold morning in Irland, me and the other jomvikings had just arrived to the viking city Limerick to Work for king Ivar. i woked up and started rowing almost all day, i were sweating alot.when we finally got to the land it were still some days with walking, and days went on as usual. at the final day before we would reach the town of Limerick i took a bath and looked for somethign to eat. we the Jomvikings were few now, after a deafet at The Norwegian sea the ones who were left choosed to still be Warrior's under the Command of Sigvaldi and work as Allied for Ivar. my father Ulfærr gave me hes sword when we took sail to Limerick, a buetiful sword ingraved: berjasþ vel eða ðeyja vel wich means Fight well or die well, and that were what i said to myself im going to do.
Some days later we arrived at Limerick, Ivar were happy to see us and welcomed us in too hes City. we followed him to hes personal Longhouse, took some Meads and talked about our journeys. one week later some other Viking tribes had gather in Ivar's hall, he were gathering an army, but why ? non of us knew. it were night and i were guarding the wall of limerick. i were very tired cause the day before i had gone hunting with Hjalmarr and Jofursteinn, but i knew i had to keep my eyes open cause Ivar told me that soem of the scouts he sent out never came back and some found with small throwing spears stuck in they're body. it would be one of the longest nights for me.
Haltan Approached with 2 meads in he's hand's. There you go! he said, and he left. i got a bit dizzy after the mead. but then suddenly i heard a weird sound from to forest outside the walls of limerick, i looked closely it looked like a Irish Tribesman on a horse. he saw me and with once he and his horsed disappeared in to the forest. it got me thinking what he were sent for, cause he were obviously not sent for bringing a message sinc he had painted hes face black as the night itself. i runned too Ivar's longhouse and waked him up and told him what i saw, later that day he sent one of he's most trusted scouts out too try too track the Man down. The scout came back dead lying on his horse. evryone gather around hes dead body and looked at him, hes armour were taken and he had a couple of small throwing spears sticking out from his stomach. i looked at Ivar's face he was angry we all saw the fire in is eye's, and this werent the first time this had happned.
The day After that i dont remember alot how it all started, Sigvaldi woke me up and said to me, Get youre armour on. and that were what i did. all the vikings gathered around Ivar,Dressed in Mail Tunic's evryone equipped with axes, spears and swords, i wondered what were going on.
Listen Evryone! Ivar Shouted.
My Freinds! we cought one of these barbarians that says to be one of the Dál gCais. it were more of them we saw riding towards one of the hills! Lets go hunt some Dál gCais shall we ? all the vikings Shouted: Roahhhh!!
Evryone marched out of the Town and Towards the Dál gCais Scouts, little did we know what were about to happen.
Battle of Sulcoit
Part 2: Before the Battle and before Ivarr's time
I dont remember much about the march too meat the Geal's.
evan tough none of the vikings know much about these Bararian's still one book found in limerick written by Ivar's Grandfather Yngvarr, the book is old and have gone in generations those piceases that are left says:
I remember when we came here, first it seemd like theyre were only hunters but it seemed like theyre were Manhunters. we have made a town in theyre territory and it dosnt seem lke they like it. my memory doesnt go so far that i remember my first meeting with them, but the second time i got wounded by one of the birins.
the way i become King in parts of irland were that for almost 20 years i held the Geals back from my city walls. these last words are written by Yngvarr's bodyguard:
Yngvarr and had holded the geals for a long time but all of a sudden theyre raids ended, theyre manhunt's ended at least for some days.
Yngvarr step'd out of his throne and took on his helmet, he tought this were the perfect time too take down the Geals once and for all, little did he knew were about to happen.
He gathered his men outside the town, they started marching into the forest of Sulcoit when suddenly they hear the sound of the Gealic Horn. the soilders were scared as hundred's of birins flyed trough the air penetrating shields and armour.
only a handfull were left by them Yngvarr's son Jatmundr and some of his bodyguards.
Jatmundr Died some Years before Ivarr were born, when ivarr found the old book hidden in his Great hall he were angry and wanted to avenge his Grandfather's death.
I dont remember much about the march too meat the Geal's.
one of theyre scouts had told us what they were doing, they were gathering an army of Geal's and Norman mercenary's wich would meet Ivar in battle or wipe him out of their territory. we sung songs of glory, honour and blood on our way. some brought instruments such as Flutes and horn's. the morale were high, the vikings were ready for what ever they had to face. some had taken with them mead, the Party before the march left some of us behind cause of too much drinking. i myself were carefull to not drink so mutch when marching too battle. 1 day into the march we started hearing some kind of drum sounds and horns, songs in a languge none of us could understand, i remember oen lonely viking tought it were The gods that Spoke wich made most of us Evan more secure on our victory, if we had the gods on our side we couldnt loose some belived.
we made a camp the first night into the march into the depths of Sulcoit.
pepole were having fun, luaging and singing. and as always Haltan came over too me with a mead, i said no. the next day of our march we finnaly saw the end of Sulcoit forest, it were a large Plain and in a distance we saw some tents and fire. it were the Sulcoit hills.
Ivarr said too us: in my Father and Grandfather's name! i will guarantee that the only one lying dead here will be them, we started screaming at them so they could spot the fearsome vikings. later that night we made a small camp in the end of the forest, not much sleep for me and the other vikings. i sat up al night drinking mead with haltan and the other Jomvikingas too we felt asleep.
Part 1: The Begginig
Written by Úlfr (UlfrTheMighty)
It were an cold morning in Irland, me and the other jomvikings had just arrived to the viking city Limerick to Work for king Ivar. i woked up and started rowing almost all day, i were sweating alot.when we finally got to the land it were still some days with walking, and days went on as usual. at the final day before we would reach the town of Limerick i took a bath and looked for somethign to eat. we the Jomvikings were few now, after a deafet at The Norwegian sea the ones who were left choosed to still be Warrior's under the Command of Sigvaldi and work as Allied for Ivar. my father Ulfærr gave me hes sword when we took sail to Limerick, a buetiful sword ingraved: berjasþ vel eða ðeyja vel wich means Fight well or die well, and that were what i said to myself im going to do.
Some days later we arrived at Limerick, Ivar were happy to see us and welcomed us in too hes City. we followed him to hes personal Longhouse, took some Meads and talked about our journeys. one week later some other Viking tribes had gather in Ivar's hall, he were gathering an army, but why ? non of us knew. it were night and i were guarding the wall of limerick. i were very tired cause the day before i had gone hunting with Hjalmarr and Jofursteinn, but i knew i had to keep my eyes open cause Ivar told me that soem of the scouts he sent out never came back and some found with small throwing spears stuck in they're body. it would be one of the longest nights for me.
Haltan Approached with 2 meads in he's hand's. There you go! he said, and he left. i got a bit dizzy after the mead. but then suddenly i heard a weird sound from to forest outside the walls of limerick, i looked closely it looked like a Irish Tribesman on a horse. he saw me and with once he and his horsed disappeared in to the forest. it got me thinking what he were sent for, cause he were obviously not sent for bringing a message sinc he had painted hes face black as the night itself. i runned too Ivar's longhouse and waked him up and told him what i saw, later that day he sent one of he's most trusted scouts out too try too track the Man down. The scout came back dead lying on his horse. evryone gather around hes dead body and looked at him, hes armour were taken and he had a couple of small throwing spears sticking out from his stomach. i looked at Ivar's face he was angry we all saw the fire in is eye's, and this werent the first time this had happned.
The day After that i dont remember alot how it all started, Sigvaldi woke me up and said to me, Get youre armour on. and that were what i did. all the vikings gathered around Ivar,Dressed in Mail Tunic's evryone equipped with axes, spears and swords, i wondered what were going on.
Listen Evryone! Ivar Shouted.
My Freinds! we cought one of these barbarians that says to be one of the Dál gCais. it were more of them we saw riding towards one of the hills! Lets go hunt some Dál gCais shall we ? all the vikings Shouted: Roahhhh!!
Evryone marched out of the Town and Towards the Dál gCais Scouts, little did we know what were about to happen.
Battle of Sulcoit
Part 2: Before the Battle and before Ivarr's time
I dont remember much about the march too meat the Geal's.
evan tough none of the vikings know much about these Bararian's still one book found in limerick written by Ivar's Grandfather Yngvarr, the book is old and have gone in generations those piceases that are left says:
I remember when we came here, first it seemd like theyre were only hunters but it seemed like theyre were Manhunters. we have made a town in theyre territory and it dosnt seem lke they like it. my memory doesnt go so far that i remember my first meeting with them, but the second time i got wounded by one of the birins.
the way i become King in parts of irland were that for almost 20 years i held the Geals back from my city walls. these last words are written by Yngvarr's bodyguard:
Yngvarr and had holded the geals for a long time but all of a sudden theyre raids ended, theyre manhunt's ended at least for some days.
Yngvarr step'd out of his throne and took on his helmet, he tought this were the perfect time too take down the Geals once and for all, little did he knew were about to happen.
He gathered his men outside the town, they started marching into the forest of Sulcoit when suddenly they hear the sound of the Gealic Horn. the soilders were scared as hundred's of birins flyed trough the air penetrating shields and armour.
only a handfull were left by them Yngvarr's son Jatmundr and some of his bodyguards.
Jatmundr Died some Years before Ivarr were born, when ivarr found the old book hidden in his Great hall he were angry and wanted to avenge his Grandfather's death.
I dont remember much about the march too meat the Geal's.
one of theyre scouts had told us what they were doing, they were gathering an army of Geal's and Norman mercenary's wich would meet Ivar in battle or wipe him out of their territory. we sung songs of glory, honour and blood on our way. some brought instruments such as Flutes and horn's. the morale were high, the vikings were ready for what ever they had to face. some had taken with them mead, the Party before the march left some of us behind cause of too much drinking. i myself were carefull to not drink so mutch when marching too battle. 1 day into the march we started hearing some kind of drum sounds and horns, songs in a languge none of us could understand, i remember oen lonely viking tought it were The gods that Spoke wich made most of us Evan more secure on our victory, if we had the gods on our side we couldnt loose some belived.
we made a camp the first night into the march into the depths of Sulcoit.
pepole were having fun, luaging and singing. and as always Haltan came over too me with a mead, i said no. the next day of our march we finnaly saw the end of Sulcoit forest, it were a large Plain and in a distance we saw some tents and fire. it were the Sulcoit hills.
Ivarr said too us: in my Father and Grandfather's name! i will guarantee that the only one lying dead here will be them, we started screaming at them so they could spot the fearsome vikings. later that night we made a small camp in the end of the forest, not much sleep for me and the other vikings. i sat up al night drinking mead with haltan and the other Jomvikingas too we felt asleep.
Ragnarr's runestone stories. (WARNING: You brain could begin to smelt by reading this.)
Chapter 1
(I was boried so I wrote a little Vikingr story of my character. Please,be gentle with my english skills.)
You found a Runestone and started to read the story.
"My name is Ragnarr,son of Haraldur and Jarl of the Jomsvikingár. Warriors loves to fight,loves to kill,loves to slaughter their enemies...but some warriors also loves the love. When you want to mary a woman,you bust pay their family. This runes shall tell you my story...with the love! It was a beautiful day in the summer,far away from the Jomsburg in Haithabu. My shieldbrothers had some fun in the meadhall,I went outside and looked to the moon. Then I heared some noices, so I went to the place where I heared them. There she was...I never saw something beautiful like her. Hair,black like the dark of the night. Eyes,wild like a wolf. Lips,like Freyja's are...she went around the road. But she wasn't alone, a strong man was on her side, armed with a sword,spear and shield. I stoped the man while the woman went her way. "Good evening,warrior. What is your name?" He looked in my eyes. "Who wants to know that?" "Ragnarr,Hersir of the Jomsborg." I answered. "I'm Swúlfr, warrior of the Erlinga." The Erlinga...I heared a lot of them. Great warriors from Denmark, Giantslayers, heros! "Tell me,who is this beautiful lady?" The warrior made a serious face. "She is Jófríðr Járnskeggjadóttir, and given to a Man." Without words the warrior went away,back to the woman with the name Jófríðr. After this, I went to bed and could not sleep. The next morning I traveled outside of Haithabu to a forest. I went to a pond...I was surprised. There she was...the female thief of my heart. Naked,swimming in the water! But...then she saw me. And she wasn't happy to see me. She went infront of me,I said nothing. I could not....But then she did something what I didn't foresee! She kicked me...in a special kind of place. I fell to the ground, tears in my eyes. She shouted at me: "Never watch me again,you dirty turd!" I rose...but then a hard thing hitted my head from behind. On the next moment I waked up on the side of my shieldbrothers... "Are you fine?" "Yes..." I lied. My head hurted...and my heart. So let me tell you,sometimes love can more hurt then a hit from a bear!"
(Thanks for reading. And nobody should be harm of this story it is just a fairy tale! )
You found a Runestone and started to read the story.
"My name is Ragnarr,son of Haraldur and Jarl of the Jomsvikingár. Warriors loves to fight,loves to kill,loves to slaughter their enemies...but some warriors also loves the love. When you want to mary a woman,you bust pay their family. This runes shall tell you my story...with the love! It was a beautiful day in the summer,far away from the Jomsburg in Haithabu. My shieldbrothers had some fun in the meadhall,I went outside and looked to the moon. Then I heared some noices, so I went to the place where I heared them. There she was...I never saw something beautiful like her. Hair,black like the dark of the night. Eyes,wild like a wolf. Lips,like Freyja's are...she went around the road. But she wasn't alone, a strong man was on her side, armed with a sword,spear and shield. I stoped the man while the woman went her way. "Good evening,warrior. What is your name?" He looked in my eyes. "Who wants to know that?" "Ragnarr,Hersir of the Jomsborg." I answered. "I'm Swúlfr, warrior of the Erlinga." The Erlinga...I heared a lot of them. Great warriors from Denmark, Giantslayers, heros! "Tell me,who is this beautiful lady?" The warrior made a serious face. "She is Jófríðr Járnskeggjadóttir, and given to a Man." Without words the warrior went away,back to the woman with the name Jófríðr. After this, I went to bed and could not sleep. The next morning I traveled outside of Haithabu to a forest. I went to a pond...I was surprised. There she was...the female thief of my heart. Naked,swimming in the water! But...then she saw me. And she wasn't happy to see me. She went infront of me,I said nothing. I could not....But then she did something what I didn't foresee! She kicked me...in a special kind of place. I fell to the ground, tears in my eyes. She shouted at me: "Never watch me again,you dirty turd!" I rose...but then a hard thing hitted my head from behind. On the next moment I waked up on the side of my shieldbrothers... "Are you fine?" "Yes..." I lied. My head hurted...and my heart. So let me tell you,sometimes love can more hurt then a hit from a bear!"
(Thanks for reading. And nobody should be harm of this story it is just a fairy tale! )
Near the first runestone you found,about the story of Ragnarr and Jof you finding another one.
"I never forgot Jofridr. I still thought about her,while me and my shieldbrothers sailed from Haithabu to the west-south coast of Sweden. But the sea is big and full with dangers... And so it just must happened...a storm bringed us a lot of problems...I just can remember how a big wave did come infront of our ship. And then I waked up on the coast...the ship did become a shipwrecked. I saw nobody of my shieldbrothers,perhaps they survived... I tooke a look on myself...just some scrachtes,no seriously wounds. I looked around the beatch,took a spear and axe and some food. Then I traveled upwards by a river. 2 days, I survived,hunted some animals for food and cooked them by a campfire. Then my destiny changed. I hunted a deer, of course the deer was faster then me! But after it jumped over a bush,it laid down with an arrow in his buddy. I looked around,a little group of 3 hunters did come infront of me. "Greetings,wanderer. Why are you alone here?" I told them my story,how we crushed and how I waked up on the beach. "Well then,Ragnarr. Follow us to our village." The leader of the group said. We walked some hours along,and we talked. I found out, I was in norway. And in the territory of the Fenrisbarn. When we came into the village I stoped to take a look. The hunters went away...but a group of warriors went down the road. One of them, a real strong man with a beard looked to me. "What you want here,stranger?" he said unfriendly. But I didn't take notice and just looked to some oxs. "He ignors you." another one said. Then the first one punched me on my head, I fell in mud and become a little bit angry. "Enough,Ubba!" The third of the warriors said. The group went away. The first of them,who punched me, spluttered on. "Weak scum!" Then one of the hunters abrogated me from the road. "Who are they?" "The Fenrisbarn, don't mess with them. They are strong warriors with no mercy!" He bringed me inside of his house. I thought back on my love,Jofridr. I miss her..."
(To be continuend)
"I never forgot Jofridr. I still thought about her,while me and my shieldbrothers sailed from Haithabu to the west-south coast of Sweden. But the sea is big and full with dangers... And so it just must happened...a storm bringed us a lot of problems...I just can remember how a big wave did come infront of our ship. And then I waked up on the coast...the ship did become a shipwrecked. I saw nobody of my shieldbrothers,perhaps they survived... I tooke a look on myself...just some scrachtes,no seriously wounds. I looked around the beatch,took a spear and axe and some food. Then I traveled upwards by a river. 2 days, I survived,hunted some animals for food and cooked them by a campfire. Then my destiny changed. I hunted a deer, of course the deer was faster then me! But after it jumped over a bush,it laid down with an arrow in his buddy. I looked around,a little group of 3 hunters did come infront of me. "Greetings,wanderer. Why are you alone here?" I told them my story,how we crushed and how I waked up on the beach. "Well then,Ragnarr. Follow us to our village." The leader of the group said. We walked some hours along,and we talked. I found out, I was in norway. And in the territory of the Fenrisbarn. When we came into the village I stoped to take a look. The hunters went away...but a group of warriors went down the road. One of them, a real strong man with a beard looked to me. "What you want here,stranger?" he said unfriendly. But I didn't take notice and just looked to some oxs. "He ignors you." another one said. Then the first one punched me on my head, I fell in mud and become a little bit angry. "Enough,Ubba!" The third of the warriors said. The group went away. The first of them,who punched me, spluttered on. "Weak scum!" Then one of the hunters abrogated me from the road. "Who are they?" "The Fenrisbarn, don't mess with them. They are strong warriors with no mercy!" He bringed me inside of his house. I thought back on my love,Jofridr. I miss her..."
(To be continuend)
"The sky was blue, as we sailed over the atlantic ocean. Our boat was filled with loot, Food, Metal, Tools, Gold... everything that is usefull. We just came from the battlefield of Sulcoit...it was a great day! The Jomsvikingar fought well on this battle, we killed a lot enemies and some of us went into Berserkergang when their blades tasted their blood. Side by side with the Menn af Hlymreki and the Haeringar, we took the victory and glory. Hundreds of Goidils died...but also the Vikings lost some brave warriors... We burned their houses, pillaged their land! One of us died, it was Baltradr. (Not a real member) He was a young guy... we shouldn't took them with us. He died horribly... I still ask myself how someone can fall over his shield! And then with the face into the blade of a sword... it was stucked in his skull.
"LAAAND!!!" shouted Hrafn. The coast of Denmark! We lowered the sail and rowed to the port of Haithabu. (Wow, a viking story with Haithabu. That idea is new and innovativ) Arrived on the docks, we carried the part of our loot, that we wanted to sell, out of our longboat.
I don't know why, but for some reason the plank skidded and I fell into the water! I swam to the shore , the others laughed as I rose from the water, covered in wetness. "Nice jump,Ragnarr!" said Stara, one of the Jomsvikingar. "**** OFF!" I shouted.
And then we splitted up, everyone went to somewhere else in Haithabu. Some of us to the market, others to the meadhall. I sat near the fireplace by the docks as Björn yelled at me. "Ragnarr! Hurry up, you have to come!" I woke up from my revery of Jofridr. I followed Björn, he ran over the market to the meadhall. The Jomsvikingar made sad faces. "Why are you looking like the mead is gone?" I asked. "Because it is gone..." Skaldnir said. "And because Saeko,Byrnjolf,Loki and Asbjörn are leaving us..." "WHAT!?" I looked to Saeko,Byrnjolf,Loki and Asbjörn. They stood infront of me. "It is true,Ragnar..." Byrnjolf said. "We leave the Brotherhood..." I looked, filled with sadness, in their faces. "You will have your reasons. But we will miss you...you guys will be always remembered as our heroes."
On the next morning we went back to our longboat. We sat the sails to the Jomsborg's shores. Asbjörn,Saeko,Byrnjolf and Loki stoot on the docks and waved at us. We rose our swords to their honor... the rest of our journey was silent."
End of the 3th chapter. I hope you enjoyed the story.
My last words... our members Byrnjolf,Asbjörn,Loki and Saeko left us for real, after the Battle of Sulcoit.
I wish you the best, my four brave friends. You shall know this, I miss you. You were some of our best warriors. You were our shieldbrothers.
We will remember you as our heroes, we will remember you guys in honor. The gates of the Jomsborg are always open for you!
"LAAAND!!!" shouted Hrafn. The coast of Denmark! We lowered the sail and rowed to the port of Haithabu. (Wow, a viking story with Haithabu. That idea is new and innovativ) Arrived on the docks, we carried the part of our loot, that we wanted to sell, out of our longboat.
I don't know why, but for some reason the plank skidded and I fell into the water! I swam to the shore , the others laughed as I rose from the water, covered in wetness. "Nice jump,Ragnarr!" said Stara, one of the Jomsvikingar. "**** OFF!" I shouted.
And then we splitted up, everyone went to somewhere else in Haithabu. Some of us to the market, others to the meadhall. I sat near the fireplace by the docks as Björn yelled at me. "Ragnarr! Hurry up, you have to come!" I woke up from my revery of Jofridr. I followed Björn, he ran over the market to the meadhall. The Jomsvikingar made sad faces. "Why are you looking like the mead is gone?" I asked. "Because it is gone..." Skaldnir said. "And because Saeko,Byrnjolf,Loki and Asbjörn are leaving us..." "WHAT!?" I looked to Saeko,Byrnjolf,Loki and Asbjörn. They stood infront of me. "It is true,Ragnar..." Byrnjolf said. "We leave the Brotherhood..." I looked, filled with sadness, in their faces. "You will have your reasons. But we will miss you...you guys will be always remembered as our heroes."
On the next morning we went back to our longboat. We sat the sails to the Jomsborg's shores. Asbjörn,Saeko,Byrnjolf and Loki stoot on the docks and waved at us. We rose our swords to their honor... the rest of our journey was silent."
End of the 3th chapter. I hope you enjoyed the story.
My last words... our members Byrnjolf,Asbjörn,Loki and Saeko left us for real, after the Battle of Sulcoit.
I wish you the best, my four brave friends. You shall know this, I miss you. You were some of our best warriors. You were our shieldbrothers.
We will remember you as our heroes, we will remember you guys in honor. The gates of the Jomsborg are always open for you!
The Skald's corner (by kimbo)
The arrow, a hawk
My heart, his prey
Oh why does my shield sleep?
The bird will have his fill today
The javelin seeks a home
My chest his promised land
Burrowed deep, warm and safe
I could not pull it out with my hand
The read-headed fiend
Hard like stone
If you see her in the distance
Pray you do not stand alone
His armour fine chainmail
His sword filled me with dread
But his blood proved not to be blue
When my axe took his head
My heart, his prey
Oh why does my shield sleep?
The bird will have his fill today
The javelin seeks a home
My chest his promised land
Burrowed deep, warm and safe
I could not pull it out with my hand
The read-headed fiend
Hard like stone
If you see her in the distance
Pray you do not stand alone
His armour fine chainmail
His sword filled me with dread
But his blood proved not to be blue
When my axe took his head
Thema: The Adventures of William (Story) (by Visquens Willelme d'Iveri)
Adventure Story 1:Honourable Death
With Special Guests:Ascwine Fyrninga, Ganjaman, Styrborn, Eirikr, Rathos, Aethelgar Fyrninga
A hush breeze blew that morning as the sun was glinting above the horizon. Birds were singing, trees were swaying in the breeze. Across a big gorge was a stone bridge, that had stood there for hundereds of years. It was a magnificent piece of architecture. But there right in front of it was a massive castle, that had been there since the medieval times. But there was no peacefulness of this medieval castle. Inside were soldiers, men who had been trained to fight and die for the cause they believed in. Amongst all these soldiers were two cousins: Guthmund and William. They had been fighting amongst side each other for years, but there had never been so much tension between these two. The fact of the matter was that they were trapped. There was no escape. Outside of the castle was a horde of Cossacks waiting to be given the order to charge in and kill the poor Swedish defenders. Guthmund stared around the castle and found two brothers of his. Ascwine and Aethelgar shook hands with their fellow brother before meeting William, and they too shook hands. All of them knew that only teamwork would make them survive. A horn was sounded far from the bridge. The enemy was advancing, with waves of musketeers coming. The Swedish were ordered outside of the castle, to man the cannon and dig trenches. Unfortunately, some men got too overconfident. One of these men was a man named Ganja. He was friends with the Fyrningas and their cousin and they too had fought alongside them. But that was ages past. Ganja wanted some kills and so set off with a body of other men to meet the enemy. Guthmund shook his head. "This isn't going to go well if all of these men die. That is 2/3 rd of our entire forces." William calmed Guthmund down, pointing to the cannon that was unmanned. Guthmund smiled back at the young soldier, then both of them rushed to the cannon.
Away from the bridge, Ganja was in a fire by rank formation as the Cossacks came closer towards them. "Wait till they get really close," shouted the order of the Swedish officer, with his sword high in the air, ready to strike down to give the order to fire. The Cossacks fired first because of their long ranged rifles compared to the Swedish short range muskets. The officer then gave the command to fire, and the first row fired their volley, then crouched to reload to allow the second row of muskteers, Ganja inculded, to shot over their heads. The command was given and Ganja, an expert in muskets, got a headshot but realised that the enemy was coming. He made a brave decision. He ran back to the castle, without the orders from the officer. Ganja ran for his life and he was thankful his clothes were only linen or cloth not like the armour of the Raitar (Knight).
"Cannon is loaded, cousin!" William and Guthmund had manned the cannon and decided to work as a team to make sure the best was put into this powerful weapon. They had decided that Guthmund should be responisble for firing the cannon while William would load the cannon with the only shot avaible to them which was grape shot. William stared into the very much focusing Guthmund. Then, he too looked at his cousin. They both smiled. "If they still come, even after all your efforts, I want you to run to the castle. I will meet up with you, cousin, in this life or the next." Guthmund nodded in a reply before both of them looked at the bridge. But a surprising figure came along; Ascwine. He had been known through the 17th Century Eastern Europe of having the worst looking hair, in the world! He also had, as Guthmund sometimes put it, a peadophile nose. They both nodded to the man who also appeared to have a rubbish dress sense. Although Ascwine didn't seem to mind wearing clothes like that. In fact, he rather liked it! Eirikr also came along, with his typical beard that Ascwine always hated, but he was able to cope with the looks of his beard.
The enemy came closer but they didn't come organised, they came like a disorganised horde of barbarians. Some of them even looked like barbarians given the fact that they were half naked. It is probably where Ascwine got his dress sense from but Guthmund, William and Aethelgar were not too sure if that piece of information was correct. It might have been all lies! The Swedish had two cannons. The left one was operated by Guthmund and William, while the other cannon was manned by one guy alone. The Cossacks came in range of the Swedish cannon and both fired at the same time. The grape shot had a devasting effect on the Cossacks, many falling dead or lying injured, unable to stand or even move. They were out of the fight. William reloaded the cannon while Guthmund looked at the other Swedish cannon, realising it would take longer for him to load his cannon because there was no teamwork, while Guthmund and William were able to fire two more rounds of grapeshot before eventually, the Cossacks overwhelemed the Swedish defences at the bridge. William nodded at Guthmund. "Now is your time, Guthmund. Get inside quickly!" Guthmund tried to obey the order, but he could not. He and William were trapped by Cossacks soldiers. They faced back to back. They nodded before they attacked and were killed. They had lived and died. They fought as friends and died as friends, together. As a true warrior, on the battlefield. Ascwine and Aethelgar carried on to fight but they too were overwhelmed by the Cossacks forces. There was now only two more soldiers of the Swedes alive, Rathos and his trusty friend. The Cossacks hunted them down through the castle, looking in every corridor and room. They went to the last room, at the very top of the castle. Suddenly, musket fire from either side came killing a great deal of Cossacks. Rathos and his friend had killed a great deal already, but some were still hunting them while a few were outside. Rathos loaded his musket and prepared himself to fight for glory.
With Special Guests:Ascwine Fyrninga, Ganjaman, Styrborn, Eirikr, Rathos, Aethelgar Fyrninga
A hush breeze blew that morning as the sun was glinting above the horizon. Birds were singing, trees were swaying in the breeze. Across a big gorge was a stone bridge, that had stood there for hundereds of years. It was a magnificent piece of architecture. But there right in front of it was a massive castle, that had been there since the medieval times. But there was no peacefulness of this medieval castle. Inside were soldiers, men who had been trained to fight and die for the cause they believed in. Amongst all these soldiers were two cousins: Guthmund and William. They had been fighting amongst side each other for years, but there had never been so much tension between these two. The fact of the matter was that they were trapped. There was no escape. Outside of the castle was a horde of Cossacks waiting to be given the order to charge in and kill the poor Swedish defenders. Guthmund stared around the castle and found two brothers of his. Ascwine and Aethelgar shook hands with their fellow brother before meeting William, and they too shook hands. All of them knew that only teamwork would make them survive. A horn was sounded far from the bridge. The enemy was advancing, with waves of musketeers coming. The Swedish were ordered outside of the castle, to man the cannon and dig trenches. Unfortunately, some men got too overconfident. One of these men was a man named Ganja. He was friends with the Fyrningas and their cousin and they too had fought alongside them. But that was ages past. Ganja wanted some kills and so set off with a body of other men to meet the enemy. Guthmund shook his head. "This isn't going to go well if all of these men die. That is 2/3 rd of our entire forces." William calmed Guthmund down, pointing to the cannon that was unmanned. Guthmund smiled back at the young soldier, then both of them rushed to the cannon.
Away from the bridge, Ganja was in a fire by rank formation as the Cossacks came closer towards them. "Wait till they get really close," shouted the order of the Swedish officer, with his sword high in the air, ready to strike down to give the order to fire. The Cossacks fired first because of their long ranged rifles compared to the Swedish short range muskets. The officer then gave the command to fire, and the first row fired their volley, then crouched to reload to allow the second row of muskteers, Ganja inculded, to shot over their heads. The command was given and Ganja, an expert in muskets, got a headshot but realised that the enemy was coming. He made a brave decision. He ran back to the castle, without the orders from the officer. Ganja ran for his life and he was thankful his clothes were only linen or cloth not like the armour of the Raitar (Knight).
"Cannon is loaded, cousin!" William and Guthmund had manned the cannon and decided to work as a team to make sure the best was put into this powerful weapon. They had decided that Guthmund should be responisble for firing the cannon while William would load the cannon with the only shot avaible to them which was grape shot. William stared into the very much focusing Guthmund. Then, he too looked at his cousin. They both smiled. "If they still come, even after all your efforts, I want you to run to the castle. I will meet up with you, cousin, in this life or the next." Guthmund nodded in a reply before both of them looked at the bridge. But a surprising figure came along; Ascwine. He had been known through the 17th Century Eastern Europe of having the worst looking hair, in the world! He also had, as Guthmund sometimes put it, a peadophile nose. They both nodded to the man who also appeared to have a rubbish dress sense. Although Ascwine didn't seem to mind wearing clothes like that. In fact, he rather liked it! Eirikr also came along, with his typical beard that Ascwine always hated, but he was able to cope with the looks of his beard.
The enemy came closer but they didn't come organised, they came like a disorganised horde of barbarians. Some of them even looked like barbarians given the fact that they were half naked. It is probably where Ascwine got his dress sense from but Guthmund, William and Aethelgar were not too sure if that piece of information was correct. It might have been all lies! The Swedish had two cannons. The left one was operated by Guthmund and William, while the other cannon was manned by one guy alone. The Cossacks came in range of the Swedish cannon and both fired at the same time. The grape shot had a devasting effect on the Cossacks, many falling dead or lying injured, unable to stand or even move. They were out of the fight. William reloaded the cannon while Guthmund looked at the other Swedish cannon, realising it would take longer for him to load his cannon because there was no teamwork, while Guthmund and William were able to fire two more rounds of grapeshot before eventually, the Cossacks overwhelemed the Swedish defences at the bridge. William nodded at Guthmund. "Now is your time, Guthmund. Get inside quickly!" Guthmund tried to obey the order, but he could not. He and William were trapped by Cossacks soldiers. They faced back to back. They nodded before they attacked and were killed. They had lived and died. They fought as friends and died as friends, together. As a true warrior, on the battlefield. Ascwine and Aethelgar carried on to fight but they too were overwhelmed by the Cossacks forces. There was now only two more soldiers of the Swedes alive, Rathos and his trusty friend. The Cossacks hunted them down through the castle, looking in every corridor and room. They went to the last room, at the very top of the castle. Suddenly, musket fire from either side came killing a great deal of Cossacks. Rathos and his friend had killed a great deal already, but some were still hunting them while a few were outside. Rathos loaded his musket and prepared himself to fight for glory.
Autumn (by Hjálmarr Ukkometso)
"Autumn! Ah, how beautiful it is, leafs have many colors, red, gold yellow, brown...
When air is cold and fresh, when rain rains to colorful ground, i feel myself so calm and peaceful...
When world decide change it's season, mortal man can't do anything but just sit down and wonder beauty of the nature..."
When air is cold and fresh, when rain rains to colorful ground, i feel myself so calm and peaceful...
When world decide change it's season, mortal man can't do anything but just sit down and wonder beauty of the nature..."
No title (by Hjálmarr Ukkometso)
Life was good, no worries near, no battles near, no sorrow near...
Small but living and happy village, it was near of green forest where bear liv'd, king of forest...
Villagers didn't have worries, life was good, no worries near...
My wife, beautifull as she is, was happy and so was i.
Today when i walked around of village, i went to warchief house.
He said to me: "There isin't enemies or hostiles near by, There is peace."
I stepped out of warchief's house, i went to village center, there was village elder sitting on old bench.
He said to me: "Harvestig season was successful, there is plenty of food and drink for villagers for entire year! There is happiness."
I left elder speak to youth about stories when he was young and good warrior. I went to my tavern, there was my wife,
Her eyes were like cloudless blue sky, her smile were like rising sunshine and her laugh were like calm music.
She kissed my cheek and said to me: "Today when i walked at the roads, birds in the trees and sky sang beautifully
and flowers in ground were beautiful and colorful. My dear, There is love."
Week after this, when i slept at the very dark night, i saw strange dream. I stood middle of chaotic battlefield where bodys and broken helmets and shields laid at ground and
warriors fought each other with shields and axes,
I had armor on, sword in right hand and wooden shield left hand. Man, his face covered by helmet, body weared by heavy armor with bear furs and large and sharpe axe in his both hands,
stood opposite of me. He raised his axe to sky and yelled loud words what i didn't understand. He attacked to me, he was suprising fast with heavy armor,
i raised my shield and it stopped axe. It almost hit through my shield, i saw edge of axe and it went stuck to my shield, it was lucky that it didn't cut my hand. Man tried tear up my entire shield to apart
but i was quickly then he. I moved my left hand little bit to right and i hit swords head to man's stomach, it went deep, it went through of him. Man shouted something and even still tried
take his axe away from my shield, he came close to me, our faces were close each other and i smelled his stinking breath and saw his dirty brown bear but then he dropped axe and he fell down.
I took deep bearth and looked around, village was destroyed, cottages and houses were on fire, all defenders killed or taken to slavery. everthing was burning,
i shouted my wife name in middle of former battleground and then i awaked up...
My wife slept calm next to me. I got up of bed, then i went to outside of tavern. Village was sleeping it's calm dream in deep moments of night.
I sitted to bench and i wondered what purpose of this dream had, i don't know... but it was just a dream."
Small but living and happy village, it was near of green forest where bear liv'd, king of forest...
Villagers didn't have worries, life was good, no worries near...
My wife, beautifull as she is, was happy and so was i.
Today when i walked around of village, i went to warchief house.
He said to me: "There isin't enemies or hostiles near by, There is peace."
I stepped out of warchief's house, i went to village center, there was village elder sitting on old bench.
He said to me: "Harvestig season was successful, there is plenty of food and drink for villagers for entire year! There is happiness."
I left elder speak to youth about stories when he was young and good warrior. I went to my tavern, there was my wife,
Her eyes were like cloudless blue sky, her smile were like rising sunshine and her laugh were like calm music.
She kissed my cheek and said to me: "Today when i walked at the roads, birds in the trees and sky sang beautifully
and flowers in ground were beautiful and colorful. My dear, There is love."
Week after this, when i slept at the very dark night, i saw strange dream. I stood middle of chaotic battlefield where bodys and broken helmets and shields laid at ground and
warriors fought each other with shields and axes,
I had armor on, sword in right hand and wooden shield left hand. Man, his face covered by helmet, body weared by heavy armor with bear furs and large and sharpe axe in his both hands,
stood opposite of me. He raised his axe to sky and yelled loud words what i didn't understand. He attacked to me, he was suprising fast with heavy armor,
i raised my shield and it stopped axe. It almost hit through my shield, i saw edge of axe and it went stuck to my shield, it was lucky that it didn't cut my hand. Man tried tear up my entire shield to apart
but i was quickly then he. I moved my left hand little bit to right and i hit swords head to man's stomach, it went deep, it went through of him. Man shouted something and even still tried
take his axe away from my shield, he came close to me, our faces were close each other and i smelled his stinking breath and saw his dirty brown bear but then he dropped axe and he fell down.
I took deep bearth and looked around, village was destroyed, cottages and houses were on fire, all defenders killed or taken to slavery. everthing was burning,
i shouted my wife name in middle of former battleground and then i awaked up...
My wife slept calm next to me. I got up of bed, then i went to outside of tavern. Village was sleeping it's calm dream in deep moments of night.
I sitted to bench and i wondered what purpose of this dream had, i don't know... but it was just a dream."
Cavalry (by Frithumundr_Fer_Araig)
Roses are red,
violets are blue,
if you chase cavalry:
screw you.
violets are blue,
if you chase cavalry:
screw you.
Poems by Fintan Fer Araig
Warriors song
Oh brothers, look at that beautiful village
It would be real shame somebody to loot it and pillage
I see how you stand valiantly in our boats
So ready your wills, chainmails, helmets and shouts
Odin has sent his blessing and look how fly the ravens
We will bring glory and honor to his name, Oh pity the cravens
We will embrace gladly the thrill of battle and gore
Ready we shall be for the battle-maidens who we so adore
Our foes shall be send to their forgotten ancestors
And we shall drink, dine and feast wiht our creators
This is the song of our beloved, dear battles
so you wretched maids; get back to your kettles
This is the tale of the battled, full grown men,
greybeards and beardless boys in the warriors den
Departure to the sea
In a grim late-summer morning
The boats are filled with husbands
With sons, leaving the women mourning
Beside the sea, which holds them with caring hands
Their lives are poor, pitiful and short
Men must find the honor in the foreign land
So they ready the ships to leave the port
Glory they shall find in bloodied salty sand
Their dreams shall be fed to carrion birds
Only ancestors and unborn sons shall remember those
When Death guides them like earthly herds
Through the fiery plains where smoke burns the nose
Songs will be made about their deeds to glorify
To justify their deaths so living can sleep in peace
Not dreaming about the past where the lie
Became the truth, the singing bird the autumn leaves
The gods see the bravery of mortal men
And the grim destiny they brought upon themselves
And still the gods play against the Amen
Moving their pieces, until they become fictional like elves
And the men die to honor dying gods
But the new world will remember them as legends
Greeting the past ghosts with modest nods
And still they bow their heads to reach the heavens
The boats are filled with husbands
With sons, leaving the women mourning
Beside the sea, which holds them with caring hands
Their lives are poor, pitiful and short
Men must find the honor in the foreign land
So they ready the ships to leave the port
Glory they shall find in bloodied salty sand
Their dreams shall be fed to carrion birds
Only ancestors and unborn sons shall remember those
When Death guides them like earthly herds
Through the fiery plains where smoke burns the nose
Songs will be made about their deeds to glorify
To justify their deaths so living can sleep in peace
Not dreaming about the past where the lie
Became the truth, the singing bird the autumn leaves
The gods see the bravery of mortal men
And the grim destiny they brought upon themselves
And still the gods play against the Amen
Moving their pieces, until they become fictional like elves
And the men die to honor dying gods
But the new world will remember them as legends
Greeting the past ghosts with modest nods
And still they bow their heads to reach the heavens
Battle-night
At the eve of the battle-nights
They sang the chant to the heights
Of the gods and northern lights
And so they called the help to come
But the answer was just to carry on
And fight till the deed was done
And the bodies were filled with holes
And so left the freed valiant souls
Without coming back to their waiting homes
And so weave the Norns
At their well in the valley of thorns
Till the bulls lose their horns
And mighty dead shall rise
And with their own eyes
They see; it was nothing but lies
They sang the chant to the heights
Of the gods and northern lights
And so they called the help to come
But the answer was just to carry on
And fight till the deed was done
And the bodies were filled with holes
And so left the freed valiant souls
Without coming back to their waiting homes
And so weave the Norns
At their well in the valley of thorns
Till the bulls lose their horns
And mighty dead shall rise
And with their own eyes
They see; it was nothing but lies
Song of the past times
I used to ride with my friend Willie
Until the weather got so chilly
That his ponys hooves got frozen
And he was not chosen
To be leader the next round
Instead we got some wild hound
To lead us to victory and glory
And he surely wasn't riding a pony
Epic of a man
I once met a certain grizzled officer
And I didn't need to address him as her
His name was Mr. Hotpants
And he had very soft hands
When he picked the manly flower
And put it to his blond hair
He had travelled far and wide
And he never had to hide
As he was so f*cking manly
That he once beat some Stanley
I once heard that Chuck Norris
Has a poster of a man, BoB that is
It was just of his beard
And that's only when I heard
How frikkin' epic Hotpants is
I felt that I should be called ms.
One part of him
Makes me real sick
It can get very thick
It really needs a lick
It can't sustain a kick
It's the dream of every chick
We shouldn't refer it as a "stick"
And some people call it as *ick
So that was just a epic tale
Of a man who hugs Saxton Hale
And who shoot fire
Out of his chesthair
And I didn't need to address him as her
His name was Mr. Hotpants
And he had very soft hands
When he picked the manly flower
And put it to his blond hair
He had travelled far and wide
And he never had to hide
As he was so f*cking manly
That he once beat some Stanley
I once heard that Chuck Norris
Has a poster of a man, BoB that is
It was just of his beard
And that's only when I heard
How frikkin' epic Hotpants is
I felt that I should be called ms.
One part of him
Makes me real sick
It can get very thick
It really needs a lick
It can't sustain a kick
It's the dream of every chick
We shouldn't refer it as a "stick"
And some people call it as *ick
So that was just a epic tale
Of a man who hugs Saxton Hale
And who shoot fire
Out of his chesthair
She-hare
In the summer morning
I said to my darling
To look at the she-hare
To look at it's fiery hair
It's the sign that somewhere near
There's something we can't quite hear
It's the danger we all should fear
It's the killer of all fun
The grim hunter of joy
It's the cloak of the sun
Master of every ploy
Alone shall it be
In it's eternal misery
And so shall the pale mare ride
And there's no place to hide
So darling, let's wait it to come
And all sorrow shall be gone
He's the friend we all know
And who we wish never to meet
He's no mans sole foe
As long as the heart has a beat
Let's greet him with glee
So we all shall to see
The pale eternal grin
Which knows all of our sin
End of bloodshed
Oh hear me brothers
Why are we fighting eachother?
What's the point in this slaughter
Gold has no meaning
What's wrong with your hearing?
Let's live to honor some other thing
Let's dethrone these false kings
Till the whole world sings
For the glory of coming springs
So lay down your arm
So there will be no more harm
And we can return to our family farm
I see you don't understand
In the way you cut your kins hand
And there's no mind for me to command
The blood shall be shed
We all shall lose the head
Till there's no more death
Why are we fighting eachother?
What's the point in this slaughter
Gold has no meaning
What's wrong with your hearing?
Let's live to honor some other thing
Let's dethrone these false kings
Till the whole world sings
For the glory of coming springs
So lay down your arm
So there will be no more harm
And we can return to our family farm
I see you don't understand
In the way you cut your kins hand
And there's no mind for me to command
The blood shall be shed
We all shall lose the head
Till there's no more death
Vanity
And so shall the brave man weep
When the wound is cut deep
How are we supposed to keep
From falling to eternal sleep
The climb is so steep
It's only one tiny leap
From light to darkness deep
Poems / stories without titles
by Dragomir FenrisBarn
A warrior stood ground
With a friend he trusted.
Only sorrow he found
When the friend has thrusted.
What are you doing?!
He spew bloody vomit
But his friend was foolish
Busy chasing a pony.
Don't chase the horse!
Mighty hero cried.
The birin of remorse
Has pierced through his eye.
What is the moral of this little story?
If your teammates are idiots,
You're going to be sorry.
Okay guys, add me your stories!