PREVIOUS EVENT: Battle of Maldon (November 16th)

[Snorri Felagi Jomsborg]

I sign up as Snorri Felagi Jomsborg for the Leiðangrsfólk.

 

[gloatsneer]

Although I've heard about this event for a little longer than most, allow me another word to express my gratitude. This is awesome! To me this battle is probably the nec plus ultra of Vikingr historical events. See me using even classical language rather than good Old English to express my jubilation. Truly a great choice!

I am also enraptured by the thread itself. It looks even better than the one for Dnepr''. Hróðas Law, stating that each Víkingr Historical Event prep qualitatively surpasses the previous one surely remains as unshakable as the laws of the Cosmos. Soon, our Víkingr battles will be more splendid and grand than the creation itself and the making God Himself will have to throw our Tower of Babel down! (*nods to Bannerlord*).

I'm looking at a great thread, clean, designed and created with care and eye for detail. I must admit that the decision to keep the event thread in English instead of throwing around Old English pays off better than I had expected on beforehand. I also love the edits and new order of my drawings, and the fact that it is among the lines of the poems. Good job. With the new date I will even be able to attend myself - this is unexpected and joyful news. I am looking forward to stand by Byrhtnóþ as one of his housecarls.

Much to my joy I can even spot some famous faces surrounding brave Byrhtnoth.

What do you mean? What are you talking about? 

Æþelfrið you did it again. Any "HD" links to those beautiful images? Don't see em on your Deviantart.

I quickly added it to my dA over here. I had a full schedule last few days. However, I think they are best served in the thread itself over here, they seriously look better in here.

 

[Leifr Eiríksson]

That's because an amazing man designed the thread.

 

[Hospes fori]

What do you mean? What are you talking about? 

Do not tell me this is all just coincidence, Æþela.

That's because an amazing man designed the thread.

I had no idea who this misterious benefactor may be. But after reading what Æþela has written, I was left with a strong suspicion. Now you have swept away any doubt and I can wholeheartedly agree, he is amazing indeed.

 

[gloatsneer]

What do you mean? What are you talking about? 

Do not tell me this is all just coincidence, Æþela.

That's because an amazing man designed the thread.

I had no idea who this misterious benefactor may be. But after reading what Æþela has written, I was left with a strong suspicion. Now you have swept away any doubt and I can wholeheartedly agree, he is amazing indeed.

Ooh! So much mystery surrounds this event! It's that time of the year again!

*knowing smile*

 

[Gibby]

I am tremendously excited for this event. Perhaps it will bring the Vikingr community back together, and hail the mod the way it deserves.

 

[YourStepDad]

Recently started playing Vikingr every now and then again, convincing my friend to join up as well.

Considering joining the event, too. So far I don't think the events I have attended ever disappointed.

 

[sotijalo]

Glad to see that there's a full scale event for my favourite mod and community in this planet!

 

[nacholoko16]

Glad to see that there's a full scale event for my favourite mod and community in this planet!

OH blue tunic men!!! we love you too!!!!

 

[Kawee]

You know how awesome this event and the creator are? So awesome Gooner will be making a return after over a year! I will be old. I will be slow. I'm almost blind, and I think I'm about 1 fall-from-horseback short of being paralyzed. But I'll be there.

Now, anyone here knows where I can find some able-bodied men who's willing to look after an old man in battle?

 

[hrotha]

Byrhtnóðes Heorðwerod
Byrhtnóð's Household Troops

Byrhtnóð Byrhtelmes sunu ealdorman Aldorman Byrhtnóð son of Byrhtelm Ða he oþerne      ofstlice sceat, þæt seo byrne tobærst;      he wæs on breostum wund þurh ða hringlocan,      him æt heortan stod ætterne ord.      Se eorl wæs þe bliþra, hloh þa, modi man,      sæde metode þanc ðæs dægweorces      þe him drihten forgeaf. Then he another speedily shot so that the byrnie burst; he was wounded in breast through the ring-locked mail; in him at heart stood poisoned point. The earl was the blither: the brave man laughed then, said thanks to Metod1 for the day-work God gave him.

Ælfnóð Ælfnóð Ða hine heowon      hæðene scealcas and begen þa beornas      þe him big stodon, Ælfnoð and Wulfmær      begen lagon, ða onemn hyra frean      feorh gesealdon Then heathen men hewed him, and the men who had stood by him, Ælfnoth and Wulfmær, both lay there, when close to their lord they their lives gave

Ælfwine Ælfríces sunu Ælfwine son of Ælfríc Ælfwine þa cwæð,      he on ellen spræc: "Gemunan þa mæla      þe we oft æt meodo spræcon, þonne we on bence      beot ahofon, hæleð on healle,      ymbe heard gewinn; nu mæg cunnian      hwa cene sy" Ælfwine spoke then, valiantly said: "Remember the speeches we spoke at mead, when we our boast on the bench raised, heroes in hall about hard fight: now I may test who is keen."

Æscferð Ecgláfes sunu, se gísel Æscferð son of Ecgláf, the hostage Him se gysel ongan      geornlice fylstan; he wæs on Norðhymbron      heardes cynnes, Ecglafes bearn,      him wæs Æscferð nama. He ne wandode na      æt þam wigplegan, ac he fysde forð      flan genehe The hostage began eagerly helping them; he was of brave kin among the Northumbrians, Ecglaf’s son; Æscferth was name to him. He flinched not at battle-play, but again and again shot forth arrow"

Æþeríc Æþeríc Swa dyde Æþeric,      æþele gefera, fus and forðgeorn,      feaht eornoste. Sibyrhtes broðor      and swiðe mænig oþer clufon cellod bord,      cene hi weredon bærst bordes lærig,      and seo byrne sang So did Ætheric, noble companion, eager and forth-yearning, fought earnestly, Sigebyrht’s brother, and many others, clove cellod2 shield, keenly defended them. Shield’s rim burst, and the byrnie sang

Byrhtwold, se ealda genéat Byrhtwold, the old retainer Byrhtwold maþelode      bord hafenode (se wæs eald geneat),      æsc acwehte; he ful baldlice      beornas lærde: "Hige sceal þe heardra,      heorte þe cenre, mod sceal þe mare,      þe ure mægen lytlað" Byrhtwold spoke, raised his shield – he was an old retainer – shook his ash-spear; full boldly he taught warriors: "Thought must be the harder, heart be the keener, mind must be the greater, while our strength lessens."

Éadríc Éadríc Eac him wolde Eadric      his ealdre gelæstan, frean to gefeohte,      ongan þa forð beran gar to guþe.      He hæfde god geþanc þa hwile þe he mid handum      healdan mihte bord and bradswurd;      beot he gelæste And as for him, Eadric would follow his prince, his lord to the fight; he bore forth, then, spear to the battle. He had good thought as long as he with hands could hold board and bright sword: his boast he performed

Éadweard se langa Éadweard the tall Þa gyt on orde stod      Eadweard se langa, gearo and geornful,      gylpwordum spræc þæt he nolde fleogan      fotmæl landes, ofer bæc bugan,      þa his betera leg He bræc þone bordweall      and wið þa beornas feaht Then yet in the van stood Eadweard the Tall, ready and eager, vaunting words spoke, that he would not flee a foot-space of land, bend at all back when his better lay slain. He broke the shield-wall and fought with those warriors

Maccus Maccus Þær stodon mid Wulfstane      wigan unforhte, Ælfere and Maccus,      modige twegen, þa noldon æt þam forda      fleam gewyrcan, ac hi fæstlice      wið ða fynd weredon, þa hwile þe hi wæpna      wealdan moston There with Wulfstan stood warriors unfrightened, Ælfere and Maccus, brave twain, who would not at the ford flight work, but fast against fiends defended themselves, the while they could wield weapons.

Wístán Þurstánes sunu Wístán son of Þurstán                           Brimmen wodon, guðe gegremode;      gar oft þurhwod fæges feorhhus.      Forð þa eode Wistan, Þurstanes sunu,      wið þas secgas feaht; he wæs on geþrange      hyra þreora bana                                                     Seamen advanced, burning with battle-rage. Spear often pierced through a fey one’s soul-house. Forth then went Wistan, Thurstan’s son, fought against warriors. He was in throng the bane of three of them

Wulfmǽr se geonga, Wulfstánes sunu Wulfmǽr the young, son of Wulfstán Him be healfe stod      hyse unweaxen, cniht on gecampe,      se full caflice bræd of þam beorne      blodigne gar, Wulfstanes bearn,      Wulfmær se geonga, forlet forheardne      faran eft ongean By his side stood an ungrown youth, a lad in the battle, who full valiantly drew from the man the bloody spear, Wulfstan’s son, Wulfmaer the Young. He let tempered shaft fare back again.

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1 Metod: "Measurer (God)"
2 cellod: possibly either "shaped like a boat's keel" or "having a boss"

Translation by Jonathan A. Glenn.

 

[sotijalo]

Damn you saxons and your skill to understand dead languages!

 

[Hengist]

This is just epic.

 

[KickingJoub]

Signed up the long long list of people into a slightly shorter list I commend the effort put into it however

 

[nacholoko16]

Spoiler

Byrhtnóðes Heorðwerod
Byrhtnóð's Household Troops

Byrhtnóð Byrhtelmes sunu ealdorman Aldorman Byrhtnóð son of Byrhtelm Ða he oþerne      ofstlice sceat, þæt seo byrne tobærst;      he wæs on breostum wund þurh ða hringlocan,      him æt heortan stod ætterne ord.      Se eorl wæs þe bliþra, hloh þa, modi man,      sæde metode þanc ðæs dægweorces      þe him drihten forgeaf. Then he another speedily shot so that the byrnie burst; he was wounded in breast through the ring-locked mail; in him at heart stood poisoned point. The earl was the blither: the brave man laughed then, said thanks to Metod1 for the day-work God gave him.

Ælfnóð Ælfnóð Ða hine heowon      hæðene scealcas and begen þa beornas      þe him big stodon, Ælfnoð and Wulfmær      begen lagon, ða onemn hyra frean      feorh gesealdon Then heathen men hewed him, and the men who had stood by him, Ælfnoth and Wulfmær, both lay there, when close to their lord they their lives gave

Ælfwine Ælfríces sunu Ælfwine son of Ælfríc Ælfwine þa cwæð,      he on ellen spræc: "Gemunan þa mæla      þe we oft æt meodo spræcon, þonne we on bence      beot ahofon, hæleð on healle,      ymbe heard gewinn; nu mæg cunnian      hwa cene sy" Ælfwine spoke then, valiantly said: "Remember the speeches we spoke at mead, when we our boast on the bench raised, heroes in hall about hard fight: now I may test who is keen."

Æscferð Ecgláfes sunu, se gísel Æscferð son of Ecgláf, the hostage Him se gysel ongan      geornlice fylstan; he wæs on Norðhymbron      heardes cynnes, Ecglafes bearn,      him wæs Æscferð nama. He ne wandode na      æt þam wigplegan, ac he fysde forð      flan genehe The hostage began eagerly helping them; he was of brave kin among the Northumbrians, Ecglaf’s son; Æscferth was name to him. He flinched not at battle-play, but again and again shot forth arrow"

Æþeríc Æþeríc Swa dyde Æþeric,      æþele gefera, fus and forðgeorn,      feaht eornoste. Sibyrhtes broðor      and swiðe mænig oþer clufon cellod bord,      cene hi weredon bærst bordes lærig,      and seo byrne sang So did Ætheric, noble companion, eager and forth-yearning, fought earnestly, Sigebyrht’s brother, and many others, clove cellod2 shield, keenly defended them. Shield’s rim burst, and the byrnie sang

Byrhtwold, se ealda genéat Byrhtwold, the old retainer Byrhtwold maþelode      bord hafenode (se wæs eald geneat),      æsc acwehte; he ful baldlice      beornas lærde: "Hige sceal þe heardra,      heorte þe cenre, mod sceal þe mare,      þe ure mægen lytlað" Byrhtwold spoke, raised his shield – he was an old retainer – shook his ash-spear; full boldly he taught warriors: "Thought must be the harder, heart be the keener, mind must be the greater, while our strength lessens."

Éadríc Éadríc Eac him wolde Eadric      his ealdre gelæstan, frean to gefeohte,      ongan þa forð beran gar to guþe.      He hæfde god geþanc þa hwile þe he mid handum      healdan mihte bord and bradswurd;      beot he gelæste And as for him, Eadric would follow his prince, his lord to the fight; he bore forth, then, spear to the battle. He had good thought as long as he with hands could hold board and bright sword: his boast he performed

Éadweard se langa Éadweard the tall Þa gyt on orde stod      Eadweard se langa, gearo and geornful,      gylpwordum spræc þæt he nolde fleogan      fotmæl landes, ofer bæc bugan,      þa his betera leg He bræc þone bordweall      and wið þa beornas feaht Then yet in the van stood Eadweard the Tall, ready and eager, vaunting words spoke, that he would not flee a foot-space of land, bend at all back when his better lay slain. He broke the shield-wall and fought with those warriors

Maccus Maccus Þær stodon mid Wulfstane      wigan unforhte, Ælfere and Maccus,      modige twegen, þa noldon æt þam forda      fleam gewyrcan, ac hi fæstlice      wið ða fynd weredon, þa hwile þe hi wæpna      wealdan moston There with Wulfstan stood warriors unfrightened, Ælfere and Maccus, brave twain, who would not at the ford flight work, but fast against fiends defended themselves, the while they could wield weapons.

Wístán Þurstánes sunu Wístán son of Þurstán                           Brimmen wodon, guðe gegremode;      gar oft þurhwod fæges feorhhus.      Forð þa eode Wistan, Þurstanes sunu,      wið þas secgas feaht; he wæs on geþrange      hyra þreora bana                                                     Seamen advanced, burning with battle-rage. Spear often pierced through a fey one’s soul-house. Forth then went Wistan, Thurstan’s son, fought against warriors. He was in throng the bane of three of them

Wulfmǽr se geonga, Wulfstánes sunu Wulfmǽr the young, son of Wulfstán Him be healfe stod      hyse unweaxen, cniht on gecampe,      se full caflice bræd of þam beorne      blodigne gar, Wulfstanes bearn,      Wulfmær se geonga, forlet forheardne      faran eft ongean By his side stood an ungrown youth, a lad in the battle, who full valiantly drew from the man the bloody spear, Wulfstan’s son, Wulfmaer the Young. He let tempered shaft fare back again.

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1 Metod: "Measurer (God)"
2 cellod: possibly either "shaped like a boat's keel" or "having a boss"

Translation by Jonathan A. Glenn.

o.o buenisimo!!!


EDIT: Put that in a spoiler for you.

 

[AubeS]

I sign as Ælfric for the Mældunwaran

 

[Babynuke]

I saw the blazing of flames, the glimmer of blades and spearpoints, the colour of blood. I heard the thunder of battle, the shattering of shields, the screams of warriors, women and children. All those in lands distant and near as I travelled the world spear in hand. From the villages of Francia to the forests of Germania, the hills of Italy or the Greek wealthy cities, they seemed always to be the same.
But here in this fair land I settled, put my shield and spear on a wall and decided to rest. For years I made this good earth grow its fruits, where I would have left it stripped, spoilt, burnt and barren when I was young. I belong here now. I must defend my new home, this land where my kin was not born nor died, but where I found solace and peace with the Lord. I have to take arms against those thieves from the sea, their words of slicing steel and hearts of stone.
Today, I, Gerold se Franca, shall join the Fyrd with the folk of Maldon.
      For God, for the lord and the land, let throw back this bunch of heathens, thieves and nīðingas back to the sea !

 

[DigitalX]

Awesome! Sign me up! Johann Mældunwaran plz

 

[YourStepDad]

I sign up for the Vikingr host by the nickname of either Svarog/Vasilije Mitu.

 

[KickingJoub]

I saw the blazing of flames, the glimmer of blades and spearpoints, the colour of blood. I heard the thunder of battle, the shattering of shields, the screams of warriors, women and children. All those in lands distant and near as I travelled the world spear in hand. From the villages of Francia to the forests of Germania, the hills of Italy or the Greek wealthy cities, they seemed always to be the same.
But here in this fair land I settled, put my shield and spear on a wall and decided to rest. For years I made this good earth grow its fruits, where I would have left it stripped, spoilt, burnt and barren when I was young. I belong here now. I must defend my new home, this land where my kin was not born nor died, but where I found solace and peace with the Lord. I have to take arms against those thieves from the sea, their words of slicing steel and hearts of stone.
Today, I, Gerold se Franca, shall join the Fyrd with the folk of Maldon.
      For God, for the lord and the land, let throw back this bunch of heathens, thieves and nīðingas back to the sea !

Awesome flavor text! Added for Engle

Awesome! Sign me up! Johann Mældunwaran plz

Added. I think I saw you in the SWE today, remember to spread the word

I sign up for the Vikingr host by the nickname of either Svarog/Vasilije Mitu.

Added as Svarog.