Noble Beornfrith I thank you for the chance to speak and here then Is my Rede. Whatever course you take I will remain at your back until you declare this war to be over Well; sore, bitter tidings are these Our King lost to us and so many kin We all came here, far […]
Storming of Ossby – Lytelman’s Lay
Fine and calm the day at Ossby Cares complete; the fine whale Long since sung in and cutting Leisurely works on fleet commenced And time for men to take their ease Scan across the noontide sea; no foe there to be seen Suomi chieftain Toivi swings the flensing iron Deep into blubber on inner strand; […]
Sicvarp and the Nicors’ Lair – Lytelman’s Lay
Early in Sikvarp, Huge Sweyn and Tiny Thegn Cheerful words shared over broken fast By the Great and Small of any axe wall Yet to the recovered, tidings came of Nicor – spoor; a tale of the missing Facts could bear no other meaning Nicor suffered to swive and thrive Foul trafficking in place of […]
31 – The Storming of Ossby
Two days are spent at Sicvarp while men recuperate from wounds and more of the Freed regain their Brew-addled wits. During this time Linda Wulfinga, Wistan’s cousin, ranges around the island seeking tidings. She returns with the news that from beseiging Borgholm, Wiglaf is now in turn besieged there himself by an army of up […]
Sicvarp and the Nicors’ Lair – Herewulf’s Lay
Swimming in the Sunless Sea At twilight two places stand there empty Watchmen taken by Wights so stealthy For foul Nicors haunt the Sicvarp shore. ** The Thane calls for hunters grim For into darkness all must swim With amulets made by priestly lore. ** The Thane […]
Sicvarp and the Nicors’ Lair – Hrothgar’s Tale
Hrothgar and the Nicors’ Lair It was now the tenth day since we had left Wasterwic. Hidegund looked particularly pleased when she delivered her morning report. No less than 15 more former slaves had regained their full wits. She hoped to see a faster recovery rate in the remaining victims of the seith brew as […]
30 – Sikvarp and the Nicor’s Lair
Miska returns from a night-time scouting trip to Sicvarp with the news that it is abandoned by the Eowan. The Corn King and Queen agree with Wistan that they will help the Geats in the hope that there will be less bloodshed. They free their bodyguards from ensorcelment. They awake and remember nothing from the […]
The Wolf-cub and the Giant – Wistan’s Tale
The Wolf-cub and the Giant A children’s tale of the back country, as told many generations later. Once upon a time little Wisty the wolfling lived with his friend The Little Man in Mother Geffen’s Home. They had lots of friends living with them and lots more up and down the valley nearby. One day, […]
Thegn Osgar Gives Battle – Lytelman’s Lay
Sun out of White Sea springs Whale road of the Geats Their highway to truck and barter Field of sea-cunning mens decent labours Northward spreads a stain Riband of wickedness and despair Honest traders or new-hungry travellers Now but Seith brew rowers, Oar-bench beasts no wyrd save Witch cruelty like venomous serpent rides the […]
The Defence of Forchafn – Herewulf’s Lay
The Witch’s Lament There’s a Man coming round – He’s taking names For Valhalla calls the Eowan home. And the Whirlwind is in the thorn tree. Voices calling, voices crying Some are torn, some are dying Hear the horn and hear the pipers When the Man comes around. There’s a Bowman coming round – […]