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The Peers of Vindheim

2026-09-15T17:36:46Z

Zubeydah: fixed links

The individuals herein are members of Peerage orders who reside within Vindheim, or were members of the [[Red Bowl]] 'prior' to their elevation. 
 
{| class="wikitable sortable"
! Name !! Date !! Order !! Notes
|-
| [[Wulfgard Martel|Wulfgar Martel]] || 12/11/2021 || Chivalry ||
|-
| [[Margherita de Mantua]] || 2/26/2022 || Pelican ||
|-
| [[Aedwulf Terricsson]] || 3/17/2022 || Chivalry ||
|-
| [[Caterina Giovanni]] || 6/18/2022 || Pelican ||
|-
| [[Jutte von dem Berg]] || 6/18/2022 || Pelican ||
|-
| [[Gwenllian verch Madyn]] || 6/18/2022 || Laurel ||
|-
| [[Masina da Ferrara]] || 10/8/2022 || Laurel ||
|-
| [[Skeggi berbeinn Sebbason ins sterka]] || 5/20/2023 || Chivalry ||
|-
| [[Dominique Michelle le Vasseur]] || 10/7/2023 || Laurel ||
|-
| [[Estrill Swet]] || 1/27/2024 || Pelican ||
|-
| [[Deanna della Penna]] || 2/10/2024 || Pelican ||
|-
| [[Micauley Morison]] || 3/14/2024 || Chivalry ||
|-
| [[Perrin de Beaujeu]] || 3/15/2024 || MOD ||
|-
| [[Hari Ragnarsson]] || 5/25/2024 || Chivalry ||
|-
| [[Set Sette]] || 5/25/2024 || Master at Arms ||
|-
| [[Emma de Fetherstan]] || 6/8/2024 || Laurel ||
|-
| [[Ian the Grene]] || 7/13/2024 || Laurel ||
|-
| [[Nafisa al-Nadiyah|Nafisa al-Nahdiya]] || 11/23/2024 || Laurel ||
|-
| [[Sorcha McCullogh|Sorcha Mac Culloch]] || 12/7/2024 || Pelican ||
|-
| [[Lillias MacGuffin]] || 12/14/2024 || Pelican ||
|-
| [[Facon du Pray]] || 12/14/2024 || MOD ||
|-
| [[Beatrix Funtyn]] || 12/21/2024 || Laurel || Red Bowl - One of Us!
|-
| [[Cera ingen Fháeláin]] || 12/21/2024 || Laurel ||
|-
| [[Margherita de Mantua]] || 12/21/2024 || Laurel ||
|-
| [[Kormakr Mikjallson]] || 1/25/2025 || Chivalry || Red Bowl - One of Us!
|-
| [[Alexandre Crane]] || 2/8/2025 || Chivalry ||
|-
| [[Sabine Lefevre d'Armagnac]] || 4/12/2025 || Laurel ||
|-
| [[Cadmus Lochagus]] || 5/31/2025 || Chivalry ||
|-
| [[Romanius Vindheimus Vesperanius]] || 6/7/2025 || Mark || Co-Premier
|-
| [[Vincenti da Murano]] || 6/7/2025 || Mark || Co-Premier
|-
| [[Kajira Camber]] || 6/14/2025 || Mark ||
|-
| [[Kyrus Logisson]] || 6/14/2025 || Mark ||
|-
| [[Damon Xanthus]] || 6/14/2025 || Chivalry ||
|-
| [[Godric Dalamar]] || 6/14/2025 || Chivalry ||
|-
| [[Cera ingen Fháeláin]] || 6/28/2025 || Mark ||
|-
| [[Thomas Barnhardt]] || 6/28/2025 || Chivalry ||
|-
| [[Darian De Shameless]] || 6/28/2025 || MOD ||
|-
| [[Emmelina de Medeland]] || 9/13/2025 || Pelican ||
|-
| [[Caterina Giovanni]] || 10/4/2025 || Mark ||
|-
| [[Donnchadh Beag mac Griogair]] || 10/4/2025 || Mark ||
|-
| [[Torben Ulfbrok]] || 10/4/2025 || Chivalry ||
|-
| [[Veronica du Sanguine]] || 10/4/2025 || MOD ||
|-
| [[Yzabeau Brossier]] || 12/13/2025 || Laurel ||
|-
| [[Muirenn ingen Chernaig]] || 1/31/2026 || Pelican ||
|-
| [[Aki Seulf]] || 2/14/2026 || Mark || Red Bowl - One of Us!
|-
| [[Isaac Bane]] || 4/4/2026 || Mark ||
|-
| [[Margherita de Mantua]] || 4/4/2026 || Mark ||
|-
| [[Ryan Savage]] || 4/4/2026 || Mark ||
|-
| [[Fyn Alreksson]] || 4/4/2026 || Chivalry ||
|-
| [[Raulff Smeithberde]] || 4/4/2026 || Chivalry ||
|-
| [[Koia Karasova]] || 4/4/2026 || Laurel ||
|-
| [[Vincenti da Murano]] || 4/4/2026 || Laurel ||
|-
| [[Megan Flower del Wal]] || 8/29/2026 || Pelican ||
|}

[[Category:Vindheim]]

The Peers of Vindheim

2026-09-15T17:34:40Z

Zubeydah:

The individuals herein are members of Peerage orders who reside within Vindheim, or were members of the [[Red Bowl]] 'prior' to their elevation. 
 
{| class="wikitable sortable"
! Name !! Date !! Order !! Notes
|-
| [[Wulfgard Martel|Wulfgar Martel]] || 12/11/2021 || Chivalry ||
|-
| [[Margherita de Mantua]] || 2/26/2022 || Pelican ||
|-
| [[Aedwulf Terricsson]] || 3/17/2022 || Chivalry ||
|-
| [[Caterina Giovanni]] || 6/18/2022 || Pelican ||
|-
| [[Jutte von dem Berg]] || 6/18/2022 || Pelican ||
|-
| [[Gwenllian verch Madyn]] || 6/18/2022 || Laurel ||
|-
| [[Masina da Ferrara]] || 10/8/2022 || Laurel ||
|-
| [[Skeggi berbeinn Sebbason ins sterka]] || 5/20/2023 || Chivalry ||
|-
| [[Dominique Michelle le Vasseur]] || 10/7/2023 || Laurel ||
|-
| [[Estrill Swet]] || 1/27/2024 || Pelican ||
|-
| [[Deanna della Penna]] || 2/10/2024 || Pelican ||
|-
| [[Micauley Morison]] || 3/14/2024 || Chivalry ||
|-
| [[Perrin de Beaujeu]] || 3/15/2024 || MOD ||
|-
| [[Hari Ragnarsson]] || 5/25/2024 || Chivalry ||
|-
| [[Set Sette]] || 5/25/2024 || Master at Arms ||
|-
| [[Emma de Fetherstan]] || 6/8/2024 || Laurel ||
|-
| [[Ian the Grene]] || 7/13/2024 || Laurel ||
|-
| [[Nafisa al-Nahdiya]] || 11/23/2024 || Laurel ||
|-
| [[Sorcha Mac Culloch]] || 12/7/2024 || Pelican ||
|-
| [[Lillias MacGuffin]] || 12/14/2024 || Pelican ||
|-
| [[Facon du Pray]] || 12/14/2024 || MOD ||
|-
| [[Beatrix Funtyn]] || 12/21/2024 || Laurel || Red Bowl - One of Us!
|-
| [[Cera ingen Fhaelain]] || 12/21/2024 || Laurel ||
|-
| [[Margherita de Mantua]] || 12/21/2024 || Laurel ||
|-
| [[Kormakr Mikjallson]] || 1/25/2025 || Chivalry || Red Bowl - One of Us!
|-
| [[Alexandre Crane]] || 2/8/2025 || Chivalry ||
|-
| [[Sabine Lefevre d'Armagnac]] || 4/12/2025 || Laurel ||
|-
| [[Cadmus Lochagus]] || 5/31/2025 || Chivalry ||
|-
| [[Romanius Vesperianus]] || 6/7/2025 || Mark || Co-Premier
|-
| [[Vincenti da Murano]] || 6/7/2025 || Mark || Co-Premier
|-
| [[Kajira Camber]] || 6/14/2025 || Mark ||
|-
| [[Kyrus Logisson]] || 6/14/2025 || Mark ||
|-
| [[Damon Xanthus]] || 6/14/2025 || Chivalry ||
|-
| [[Godric Dalamar]] || 6/14/2025 || Chivalry ||
|-
| [[Cera ingen Fhaelain]] || 6/28/2025 || Mark ||
|-
| [[Thomas Barnhardt]] || 6/28/2025 || Chivalry ||
|-
| [[Darian De Shameless]] || 6/28/2025 || MOD ||
|-
| [[Emmelina de Medeland]] || 9/13/2025 || Pelican ||
|-
| [[Caterina Giovanni]] || 10/4/2025 || Mark ||
|-
| [[Donnchadh Beag mac Griogair]] || 10/4/2025 || Mark ||
|-
| [[Torben Ulfbrok]] || 10/4/2025 || Chivalry ||
|-
| [[Veronica du Sanguine]] || 10/4/2025 || MOD ||
|-
| [[Yzabeau Brossier]] || 12/13/2025 || Laurel ||
|-
| [[Muirenn ingen Chernaig]] || 1/31/2026 || Pelican ||
|-
| [[Aki Seulf]] || 2/14/2026 || Mark || Red Bowl - One of Us!
|-
| [[Isaac Bane]] || 4/4/2026 || Mark ||
|-
| [[Margherita de Mantua]] || 4/4/2026 || Mark ||
|-
| [[Ryan Savage]] || 4/4/2026 || Mark ||
|-
| [[Fyn Alreksson]] || 4/4/2026 || Chivalry ||
|-
| [[Raulff Smeithberde]] || 4/4/2026 || Chivalry ||
|-
| [[Koia Karasova]] || 4/4/2026 || Laurel ||
|-
| [[Vincenti da Murano]] || 4/4/2026 || Laurel ||
|-
| [[Megan Flower del Wal]] || 8/29/2026 || Pelican ||
|}

[[Category:Vindheim]]

The Peers of Vindheim

2026-09-15T17:34:21Z

Zubeydah: The Peers of Vindheim

The individuals herein are members of Peerage orders who reside within Vindheim, or were members of the [[Red Bowl]] 'prior' to their elevation. 
 
{| class="wikitable sortable"
! Name !! Date !! Order !! Notes
|-
| [[Wulfgar Martel]] || 12/11/2021 || Chivalry ||
|-
| [[Margherita de Mantua]] || 2/26/2022 || Pelican ||
|-
| [[Aedwulf Terricsson]] || 3/17/2022 || Chivalry ||
|-
| [[Caterina Giovanni]] || 6/18/2022 || Pelican ||
|-
| [[Jutte von dem Berg]] || 6/18/2022 || Pelican ||
|-
| [[Gwenllian verch Madyn]] || 6/18/2022 || Laurel ||
|-
| [[Masina da Ferrara]] || 10/8/2022 || Laurel ||
|-
| [[Skeggi berbeinn Sebbason ins sterka]] || 5/20/2023 || Chivalry ||
|-
| [[Dominique Michelle le Vasseur]] || 10/7/2023 || Laurel ||
|-
| [[Estrill Swet]] || 1/27/2024 || Pelican ||
|-
| [[Deanna della Penna]] || 2/10/2024 || Pelican ||
|-
| [[Micauley Morison]] || 3/14/2024 || Chivalry ||
|-
| [[Perrin de Beaujeu]] || 3/15/2024 || MOD ||
|-
| [[Hari Ragnarsson]] || 5/25/2024 || Chivalry ||
|-
| [[Set Sette]] || 5/25/2024 || Master at Arms ||
|-
| [[Emma de Fetherstan]] || 6/8/2024 || Laurel ||
|-
| [[Ian the Grene]] || 7/13/2024 || Laurel ||
|-
| [[Nafisa al-Nahdiya]] || 11/23/2024 || Laurel ||
|-
| [[Sorcha Mac Culloch]] || 12/7/2024 || Pelican ||
|-
| [[Lillias MacGuffin]] || 12/14/2024 || Pelican ||
|-
| [[Facon du Pray]] || 12/14/2024 || MOD ||
|-
| [[Beatrix Funtyn]] || 12/21/2024 || Laurel || Red Bowl - One of Us!
|-
| [[Cera ingen Fhaelain]] || 12/21/2024 || Laurel ||
|-
| [[Margherita de Mantua]] || 12/21/2024 || Laurel ||
|-
| [[Kormakr Mikjallson]] || 1/25/2025 || Chivalry || Red Bowl - One of Us!
|-
| [[Alexandre Crane]] || 2/8/2025 || Chivalry ||
|-
| [[Sabine Lefevre d'Armagnac]] || 4/12/2025 || Laurel ||
|-
| [[Cadmus Lochagus]] || 5/31/2025 || Chivalry ||
|-
| [[Romanius Vesperianus]] || 6/7/2025 || Mark || Co-Premier
|-
| [[Vincenti da Murano]] || 6/7/2025 || Mark || Co-Premier
|-
| [[Kajira Camber]] || 6/14/2025 || Mark ||
|-
| [[Kyrus Logisson]] || 6/14/2025 || Mark ||
|-
| [[Damon Xanthus]] || 6/14/2025 || Chivalry ||
|-
| [[Godric Dalamar]] || 6/14/2025 || Chivalry ||
|-
| [[Cera ingen Fhaelain]] || 6/28/2025 || Mark ||
|-
| [[Thomas Barnhardt]] || 6/28/2025 || Chivalry ||
|-
| [[Darian De Shameless]] || 6/28/2025 || MOD ||
|-
| [[Emmelina de Medeland]] || 9/13/2025 || Pelican ||
|-
| [[Caterina Giovanni]] || 10/4/2025 || Mark ||
|-
| [[Donnchadh Beag mac Griogair]] || 10/4/2025 || Mark ||
|-
| [[Torben Ulfbrok]] || 10/4/2025 || Chivalry ||
|-
| [[Veronica du Sanguine]] || 10/4/2025 || MOD ||
|-
| [[Yzabeau Brossier]] || 12/13/2025 || Laurel ||
|-
| [[Muirenn ingen Chernaig]] || 1/31/2026 || Pelican ||
|-
| [[Aki Seulf]] || 2/14/2026 || Mark || Red Bowl - One of Us!
|-
| [[Isaac Bane]] || 4/4/2026 || Mark ||
|-
| [[Margherita de Mantua]] || 4/4/2026 || Mark ||
|-
| [[Ryan Savage]] || 4/4/2026 || Mark ||
|-
| [[Fyn Alreksson]] || 4/4/2026 || Chivalry ||
|-
| [[Raulff Smeithberde]] || 4/4/2026 || Chivalry ||
|-
| [[Koia Karasova]] || 4/4/2026 || Laurel ||
|-
| [[Vincenti da Murano]] || 4/4/2026 || Laurel ||
|-
| [[Megan Flower del Wal]] || 8/29/2026 || Pelican ||
|}

[[Category:Vindheim]]

2026

2026-09-15T14:34:06Z

Zubeydah: /* August */

{{#css:Style_table1.css}}
{|
| [[2025]] || [[Calendar]] || [[2027]]
|}

== January ==
{|
! Date !! Event !! Group !! Info
|-
| 03 || || ||
|-
| 10 || Vindheim Winter Coronet || tbd ||
|-
| 17 || Winter Round Table || virtual ||
|-
| 24 || || ||
|-
| 31 || || ||
|}

== February ==
{|
! Date !! Event !! Group !! Info
|-
| 07 || Candlemas || [[Bryn Gwlad]] ||
|-
| 14 || Laurel's Prize Tourney || tbd ||
|-
| 21 || Battle of the Pines || [[Graywood]] ||
|-
| 28 || || ||
|-
|}

== March ==
{|
! Date !! Event !! Group !! Info
|-
| 07 || || ||
|-
| 14 || Gulf Wars || ||
|-
| 21 || Gulf Wars || ||
|-
| 28 || Commanders Crucible || [[Hellsgate]] ||
|}

== April ==
{|
! Date !! Event !! Group !! Info
|-
| 03-05 || Defender || [[Elfsea]] ||
|-
| 11 || Coronation || tbd ||
|-
| 17-19 || Baronial || [[Stargate]] ||
|-
| 17-19 || Baronial || [[Wiesenfeuer]] ||
|-
| 24-26 || Defender of the Flame || [[Glaslyn]] ||

|}

== May ==
{|
! Date !! Event !! Group !! Info
|-
| 01-03 || Baronial || [[Loch Soilleir]] ||
|-
| 09 || Queen's Champion || tbd ||
|-
| 15-17 || Castellan || [[Northkeep]] ||
|-
| 22-25 || Warlord || [[Steppes]] ||
|}

== June ==
{|
! Date !! Event !! Group !! Info
|-
| 06 || || ||
|-
| 13 || Summer Crown Tournament || tbd ||
|-
| 20 || Kingdom Collegium || tbd ||
|-
| 27 || || ||
|}

== July ==
{|
! Date !! Event !! Group !! Info
|-
| 04 || || ||
|-
| 11 || Vindheim Summer Coronet || tbd ||
|-
| 18 || Summer Round Table || virtual ||
|-
| 25 || || ||
|}

== August ==
{|
! Date !! Event !! Group !! Info
|-
| 1 || || ||
|-
| 8 ||Steppes Artisan ||[[Steppes]] ||
|-
| 15 || || ||
|-
| 22 || Artisan of the Flame || [[Glaslyn]] ||
|-
| 22 || Coastal Collegium || [[Loch Soilleir]] ||
|-
| 29 ||Elfsea Baronial College ||[[Elfsea]] ||
|}

== September ==
{|
! Date !! Event !! Group !! Info
|-
| 04-07 || War of Legends || [[Bonwicke]] ||
|-
| 12 || Kingdom Arts & Sciences || [[Graywood]]||
|-
| 18-20 ||Provincial Games || [[Mooneschadowe]] ||
|-
| 18-20 || Defender of the Fort || [[Raven's Fort]] ||
|-
| 25-27 || Champions & Three Things || [[Rosenfeld]] ||
|-
| 25-27 || War of Ages || [[Ffynnon Gath]] ||
|}

== October ==
{|
! Date !! Event !! Group !! Info
|-
| 02-04 || Protectorate || [[Namron]] ||
|-
| 10 || Coronation || tbd ||
|-
| 16-18 || Fall event || [[Bjornsborg]] ||
|-
| 24 || || ||
|-
| 30-01 || Samhain || [[Eldern Hills]] ||
|-
| 30-01 || Defender || [[Seawinds]] ||
|}

== November ==
{|
! Date !! Event !! Group !! Info
|-
| 06-08 || Fall Event || [[Shadowlands]] ||
|-
| 06-08 || Axeman || [[Skorragardr]] ||
|-
| 14 || Queen's Champion || tbd ||
|-
| 19-23 || War of the Rams || [[Bordermarch]] ||
|-
| 28 || (open) || ||
|}

== December ==
{|
! Date !! Event !! Group !! Info
|-
| 5 || || ||
|-
| 12 || Winter Crown Tournament || tbd ||
|-
| 19 || || ||
|-
| 26 || (open) || ||
|}

{|
| [[2025]] || [[Calendar]] || [[2027]]
|}

[[Category:Calendar]]

2026

2026-09-15T14:31:57Z

Zubeydah: /* September */

{{#css:Style_table1.css}}
{|
| [[2025]] || [[Calendar]] || [[2027]]
|}

== January ==
{|
! Date !! Event !! Group !! Info
|-
| 03 || || ||
|-
| 10 || Vindheim Winter Coronet || tbd ||
|-
| 17 || Winter Round Table || virtual ||
|-
| 24 || || ||
|-
| 31 || || ||
|}

== February ==
{|
! Date !! Event !! Group !! Info
|-
| 07 || Candlemas || [[Bryn Gwlad]] ||
|-
| 14 || Laurel's Prize Tourney || tbd ||
|-
| 21 || Battle of the Pines || [[Graywood]] ||
|-
| 28 || || ||
|-
|}

== March ==
{|
! Date !! Event !! Group !! Info
|-
| 07 || || ||
|-
| 14 || Gulf Wars || ||
|-
| 21 || Gulf Wars || ||
|-
| 28 || Commanders Crucible || [[Hellsgate]] ||
|}

== April ==
{|
! Date !! Event !! Group !! Info
|-
| 03-05 || Defender || [[Elfsea]] ||
|-
| 11 || Coronation || tbd ||
|-
| 17-19 || Baronial || [[Stargate]] ||
|-
| 17-19 || Baronial || [[Wiesenfeuer]] ||
|-
| 24-26 || Defender of the Flame || [[Glaslyn]] ||

|}

== May ==
{|
! Date !! Event !! Group !! Info
|-
| 01-03 || Baronial || [[Loch Soilleir]] ||
|-
| 09 || Queen's Champion || tbd ||
|-
| 15-17 || Castellan || [[Northkeep]] ||
|-
| 22-25 || Warlord || [[Steppes]] ||
|}

== June ==
{|
! Date !! Event !! Group !! Info
|-
| 06 || || ||
|-
| 13 || Summer Crown Tournament || tbd ||
|-
| 20 || Kingdom Collegium || tbd ||
|-
| 27 || || ||
|}

== July ==
{|
! Date !! Event !! Group !! Info
|-
| 04 || || ||
|-
| 11 || Vindheim Summer Coronet || tbd ||
|-
| 18 || Summer Round Table || virtual ||
|-
| 25 || || ||
|}

== August ==
{|
! Date !! Event !! Group !! Info
|-
| 1 || || ||
|-
| 8 || || ||
|-
| 15 || || ||
|-
| 22 || Artisan of the Flame || [[Glaslyn]] ||
|-
| 29 || || ||
|}

== September ==
{|
! Date !! Event !! Group !! Info
|-
| 04-07 || War of Legends || [[Bonwicke]] ||
|-
| 12 || Kingdom Arts & Sciences || [[Graywood]]||
|-
| 18-20 ||Provincial Games || [[Mooneschadowe]] ||
|-
| 18-20 || Defender of the Fort || [[Raven's Fort]] ||
|-
| 25-27 || Champions & Three Things || [[Rosenfeld]] ||
|-
| 25-27 || War of Ages || [[Ffynnon Gath]] ||
|}

== October ==
{|
! Date !! Event !! Group !! Info
|-
| 02-04 || Protectorate || [[Namron]] ||
|-
| 10 || Coronation || tbd ||
|-
| 16-18 || Fall event || [[Bjornsborg]] ||
|-
| 24 || || ||
|-
| 30-01 || Samhain || [[Eldern Hills]] ||
|-
| 30-01 || Defender || [[Seawinds]] ||
|}

== November ==
{|
! Date !! Event !! Group !! Info
|-
| 06-08 || Fall Event || [[Shadowlands]] ||
|-
| 06-08 || Axeman || [[Skorragardr]] ||
|-
| 14 || Queen's Champion || tbd ||
|-
| 19-23 || War of the Rams || [[Bordermarch]] ||
|-
| 28 || (open) || ||
|}

== December ==
{|
! Date !! Event !! Group !! Info
|-
| 5 || || ||
|-
| 12 || Winter Crown Tournament || tbd ||
|-
| 19 || || ||
|-
| 26 || (open) || ||
|}

{|
| [[2025]] || [[Calendar]] || [[2027]]
|}

[[Category:Calendar]]

92nd Crown

2026-09-15T14:24:56Z

Zubeydah: /* Peers Elevated */

<div>
{{Crown
| reignnumber = 92nd
| crownportrait = [[File:92nd Crown - Gulf Wars Court - Photo by Susan Russell Stewart.jpg|x400px]]
| photodesc = Gulf Wars Court Photo by [[Francesca di Lucca]]
| sovereign = [[John Drake]] - [https://op.ansteorra.org/people/id/10510 OP]
| consort = [[Vittoria Maggiore]] - [https://op.ansteorra.org/people/id/12095 OP]
| crowntournament = December 13, 2026 in [[Namron]]: [[92nd Crown Tournament]]
| coronationdate = April 11, 2026 in [[Shadowlands]]
| stepdowndate =
| predecessors = [[91st Crown|Creppin l'Ostriche III and Cristyana Lambrecht IV]]
| heirs = [[93rd Crown|Romanius Vindheimus Vesperianus II and Deanna della Penna II]]
}}
</div>

==Reign Overview==

===Crown Tournament===
Event Stewards: Villana Palazolo & Sabine Fulhaberin 
Location: Totusek Arena, Stillwater, OK 
Host: [[Namron]] 
Luncheon:[[Megan Flower del Wal]] 

===Coronation===
* Event Steward: Sir [[Rhodri ap Gwythyr]]
* Site: Washington County Expo Event Center, 1305 E Bluebell Rd, Brenham, Tx, 77833
* Special Activities / notes:
** Vigil and Elevation of [[Brenna MacDonald]]
** Vigil and Elevation of [[Katrina of Coventry]]
** Vigil and Elevation of [[Michelle Fraser]]
** Sovereign's Champion Tournament
** Sideboard Luncheon
* Video: [https://www.youtube.com/live/uAQgeFCeVg8?si=-uzEbe9e-QaHXHJE https://www.youtube.com/live/uAQgeFCeVg8?si=-uzEbe9e-QaHXHJE]
* Received a gift basket of largess from [[9th Vindheim Coronet|Prince Cadmus Lochagus and Princess Adena Terricsdottir]], presented on their behalf by Duchess [[Margherita de Mantua]] and Maestro [[Vincenti da Murano]].
* There were three vocal performances during Coronation: [[Adalia VonderBerg]] performed ''The Sable Star Alone'' to the tune of Burden of the Crown during the interregnum. ''Stand Brother Stand'' was sung by Alden Drake during John's procession. ''Hail Regina'' was sung by [[Mateo Montero de Madrid]] during Vittoria's procession.
* Vittoria entered court under a bridge of swords held by the Rapier community.
* As Sir [[Arthur of the Fen]] was BOTH the oldest knight and the newest Lion, he gave both the traditional challenge of the Knights and offered the Sword of State on behalf of the Lions.
* Don [[Maelgwyn Dda]] (Vittoria's father) presented the Queen with the Queen's White Scarf.
 
====Notes====

===Royal Whims or Declarations===
* Master [[Avery Shaw]] was banished during their Coronation Court (and then given a variety of disguises to wear so that he could attend some Court business).
 

===Staff Members===
* Head of Entourage: [[Michelle Chantal de Charente]]
* Deputy Head of Entourage: [[Nicaize Maupetit]]
* Sable Scroll Pursuivant: [[Katerine le Roux d'Anjou]]
* Golden Staff Herald: [[Adalia VonderBerg]]
* Largess Coordinator: [[Sonja Ryzaja]]
* Logistics: [[Alaric Styrr]] (known as Tuhtahl) and [[Floki Geirrekkson]]
* Mistress of the Robes: [[Elizabeth Caton]]
 

==Champions==
===Arts===
* Royal Bard:
* Royal Middle Eastern Dance:
* Royal Artisan
 
===Combat===
* Consort's Champion: [[Feodor Nikolaevich Gorodets]]
* Consort's Blade of Honor: [[Nessa Faulkner]]
* Sovereign's Champion: [[Gotz von Totenberg]]
* Sovereign's Blade of Chivalry:
* Royal Blade: [[Mathias Grünwalt]]
* Royal Hunter:
* Royal Thrown Weapons Champion:
* Guardian of the Consort's Hope - Junior Division:
* Guardian of the Consort's Hope - Senior Division: [[Beatrix de Paris]]
* Guardian of the Sovereign's Dream:
* Guardian of the Sovereign's Inspiration:
 

==Peers Elevated==
{| class="wikitable"
|-
! Name
! Date
! Peerage
|-
| [[Mathias Grünwalt]] ||August 29, 2026 || Order of Defense
|-
| [[Megan Flower del Wal]] ||August 29, 2026 || Order of the Pelican
|-
| || ||
|}

===Special Recognitions===
====[[Lions of Ansteorra|Lion]]====
[[Myfanwy ferch Eifion]] was named Lion of Ansteorra at their Majesties Coronation Court. 
 

====Gauntlets & Gloves====
'''King's Gauntlet''' 
*
*
 
'''Queen's Glove''' 
*
*

==Progress While Heirs==
* Jan. 17: Winter Round Table
* Jan. 24: Sable Soldier VII
* Jan. 31: Northkeep wInterKingdom
* Feb. 07: Bryn Gwlad Candlemas
* Feb. 14: Aedult Swim (Out of Kingdom)
* Feb. 27: Bjornsborg Spring Event - As You Wish
* March 14 - 22: Gulf Wars
* March 27: Hellsgate : Commanders Crucible
* April 03: Elfsea Defender - Princess
* April 11: Coronation
 

===Words of the Coronet===
====December 18, 2025: Facebook Post====
Ansteorrans, 
 
We are overwhelmed with joy and gratitude at the opportunity to be the next heirs to the Stellar Throne. This honor is humbling beyond words, and we accept it with full hearts, clear eyes, and a deep sense of responsibility. 
 
This victory does not belong to us alone. It belongs to every fighter who tested us, every voice that offered counsel, every hand that steadied us, and every friend who believed—sometimes more fiercely than we did ourselves. You have shaped us, sharpened us, and carried us to this moment. 
 
We swear to serve with courage, fairness, and love for this kingdom and its people. May our tenure be marked by listening before speaking, empathy before pride, and service above all else. We look forward to walking this path with you and to honoring the trust you have placed in us. 
 
In love and service to Ansteorra, 
Prince John and Princess Vittoria 
 

====February 2026 Black Star====
From the Prince and Princess of Ansteorra 
To the beloved populace of Ansteorra, 

We take up the Coronet with gratitude, humility, and great joy, and we thank you for the trust you have placed in us. This Kingdom has shaped us through its people through courage shown upon the field, beauty wrought by skilled hands, wisdom shared in teaching, and service freely given. 
 
Ansteorra is strong because its people care deeply, strive boldly, and lift one another higher. It is our earnest hope that all feel welcomed, valued, and inspired to pursue their passions, whether martial, artistic, scholarly, or service-driven. Walk with us in this time of shared purpose. Together, let us honor our traditions, celebrate one anothers achievements, and continue to build a Kingdom worthy of its people. 
 
In service to Crown and Kingdom, 
John Drake and Vittoria Maggiore 
Prince and Princess of Ansteorra 

====April 2026 Black Star====
Unto the beloved Populace of the Kingdom of Ansteorra, From John and Vittoria, Prince and Princess: 

Greetings and our warmest regards. 

As the season turns and the roads grow busy with banners and armor, our thoughts turn with great anticipation toward Gulf Wars. The gathering of so many of our people - fighters, artisans, teachers, and dreamers alike - is a reminder of the strength and beauty of this Kingdom we love. We look forward to standing beside you on the field and in the halls, celebrating the skill, fellowship, and joy that make Ansteorra shine so brightly among the Known World. 

Even as we prepare for the labors and revels of Gulf Wars, our hearts also turn toward April, when we will take up the responsibilities of the Stellar Throne. The weeks ahead promise both great celebration and great work, and we eagerly anticipate the opportunity to serve the Kingdom in the fullness of that role. 

In the weeks ahead, we hope to see many of you beneath the bright sun of war and in the courts and camps that follow. Know that we are eager to listen, to learn, and to work alongside you as we prepare for the reign to come. 

Until we meet again upon the field or road, we remain 
Yours in service to the Dream, 
John and Vittoria 
Prince and Princess of Ansteorra 
 

====May 2026 Black Star====

====June 2026 Black Star====

====Sovereign's Champion Announcement====
Gretting’s Ansteorra! 
 
His Royal Highness John Drake does invite those brave and courageous enough to compete in his King’s Champion Tournament at Coronation this Saturday. To prove worthy, he has asked the armoured fighting community to bring your best and battle it out in a two and a half hour grueling bear pit. His champion will be decided by the combatant with the highest score who wishes to be his champion, unless the score is close, then you must prove yourself in a finals. HRH does invite those not vying for the title to still compete and show prowess on the field and challenge those looking to be his champion. 
 
Tournament sign up will begin at 9am and the tournament will start at 9:30. You may join the bearpit at any time but risk not getting maximum points. 
 
His Royal Highness and the populace of Ansteorra look forward to seeing honor, humility, and prowess on the field and hope you can join us. 
 

==Progress While Crown==
* April 18: Stargate Baronial: The Field of the Cloth of Gold
* April 24: Glaslyn Defender of the Flame
* May 09: Queen's Champion
* May 22: Steppes Warlord
* June 13: Summer Crown Tournament
* July 11: Vindheim Summer Coronet
* July 18: Summer Round Table
* July 24: Pennsic War

===Words of the Crown===
====For Vittoria's Champion:====
To those who would stand as My Champion, hear these words and know the duty you seek. 
My Champion will stand ready to guard Me from harm, on the field and off. You will take the field with Me in both rapier and armored combat as needed, and when I cannot take the rapier field, you will bear My favor as needed in My stead with honor and skill. 
You are expected to attend Me at the greater part of My events, including Pennsic, that I may be well served and defended. If you are unable to attend, it is your responsibility to see that I am properly guarded in your absence. 
You will answer any challenge made in My name. 
This is the duty. Consider it well. 
 
The Queen’s Champion Tournament format will be a Bedford Tournament, with those willing and able to serve as Her Champion advancing to a small, single elimination bracket. All parts of the tournament will be “bring your best” for weapon choice and the final elimination bracket will be best 2 out of 3 passes. 
There will be a prize given to the highest points earner in the Bedford section of the Tournament: [https://cunnan.lochac.sca.org/index.php/Bedford_Points_Tournament https://cunnan.lochac.sca.org/index.php/Bedford_Points_Tournament] 
The Queen’s Hope Tournament will be held interspersed during the rounds of the Queen’s Champion Tournament. The exact format will be dependent on the number of entrants. 
Letters of Intent are Welcome but not required. All entrants are requested to present themselves to Her Majesty at their leisure during the day. 
 
====On The White Scarf====
When I was a little girl the thing I wanted to grow up to be most was a White Scarf. There is an old saying in the rapier community that you need to spend 100 hours in Tivar's living room in order to become a White Scarf- I probably had those hours before I was 10, and so I have a unique perspective.
Not many people know this, but the Soldier, Scholar, Courtier part of the White Scarf Oath comes from Hamlet. In Act 3 Scene 1 Ophelia describes Hamlet, listing “The courtier’s, soldier’s, scholar’s, eye, tongue, sword,” Nearly 30 years ago while they were writing the White Scarf oath, Don Maelgwyn proposed that the way Ophelia views Hamlet should be the attributes that Dons and Donas should hold themselves to. These were adopted as defining characteristics and remain central to the Oath to this day. 
Over 10 years ago the rapier community of the known world was irreversibly changed, and though that change was a boon to legitimizing the community We love so well, the White Scarf of Ansteorra was set adrift. The White Scarf had paved the way for a rapier peerage by showing the nobility of spirit within our community, for Peers cannot be made, only recognized. But We fear that the legacy of the White Scarf may be getting lost. There are many questions about where it belongs in the post-peerage community, questions that are raised in circles and conversations to this day. Some question if it has a place at all anymore. 
In Our reverence for the history, heritage and tradition of the Ansteorran White Scarf, we cannot leave this beloved institution to languish in uncertainty. We are determined to see the promise of this order fulfilled, that new generations of rapier fighters may continue to strive for it and view it as part of the pinnacle of what this community can be. 
As the Order of Chivalry offers a choice to swear fealty, We are making a change so that the Ansteorran Order of the White Scarf become the symbol of those who choose to belong to the Queen when they are elevated to the Order of Defence. We feel this places the Order at the height it truly deserves, and honors the history and culture in an unmistakable way. 
We would not see any reason to change things for current members who have earned their place in the Order - many have been elevated to the Order of Defence already, others are on the path, and others may no longer be able to walk the path but are held in high esteem in Our eyes and the eyes of the community. In the future, the primary decision for inclusion in this order will rest in the hands of the Queen and the Candidate, though the Queen shall of course have every right to seek the thoughts and heart of the Order of the White Scarf, both within and outside of the Order of Defense, in confidence, as she sees fit. 
With this change we are also calling upon the Blades of Merit to poll on new members of their order, so that the Crown can be advised at the Grant level. 
It is well and good that the Order of Defence adopted Soldier, Scholar and Courtier as a part of who they are, for without the White Scarf there would not have been the Order of Defence. And now We align the two for all the known world to see the esteem of this Order. 
 
====To Cadets====
An open letter to the Cadets of Ansteorra, 
We have heard the uncertainty that followed Our words in court, and We wish to reassure you of this truth: this change is not meant to deter anyone’s dream of becoming a White Scarf. Quite the opposite, our goal is preserve this beloved institution and give clarity to the White Scarf as a thing worth striving toward. 
This change was not made lightly. White Scarves have spent years discussing this, and in the past months we have spent many hours consulting with Roses and White Scarves alike. Our announcement was made with the support of the circle, and in the spirit of great love and respect. 
The path has evolved, as all traditions do with time, but I assure you that in aligning the White Scarf with the Order of Defense we are restoring it to the prestige of the days before the rapier peerage. The White Scarf still stands as an ideal worthy of aspiration, and cadets remain an important part of that legacy and future. 
We both understand, intimately, what it means to dream, and what it means to dream of this order. While it might feel that this change makes your dream seem more distant, or perhaps impossible, we hope that you know that we believe in you, and your ability to achieve that dream. Continue to learn. Continue to grow. Continue striving to embody the virtues of Soldier, Scholar, and Courtier. Those ideals are no less worthy today than they were for the generations who came before you. 
- Vittoria Regina 
 
====May 2026 Black Star====
Unto the Populace of Ansteorra, 
With great joy and deep humility, we send greetings in this month of our Coronation. We are honored by the faith you have placed in us and are excited to begin this journey
together. 
Having both been raised within her traditions, we strive to respect and honor the rich history of Ansteorra that has shaped us preserving our past while guiding our kingdom
toward a bright future. May our reign reflect the very best of Ansteorra its courage, generosity, and community. 
We look forward to serving the Sable Star faithfully, together. 
All our best, 
John & Vittoria 

====June 2026 Black Star====
Unto the populace of Ansteorra do We, John and Vittoria, send greetings. 
As We approach Crown Tournament, We find Ourselves looking forward to gathering once again with the people of this great Kingdom and witnessing the tournament that will
determine Our heirs. Crown is a celebration of skill, honor, and service, and We eagerly await the opportunity to discover those who will next take up the responsibilities of the Stellar Throne. 
We would also like to extend Our heartfelt thanks to the groups who have welcomed and hosted Us throughout Our reign thus far. Your hospitality, hard work, and dedication
have made every event a success, and We are deeply grateful for all that you do for Ansteorra. 
We look forward to seeing many of you at Crown and sharing in another memorable chapter of Our Kingdom's story. 
John Rex 
Vittoria Regina 
 

===Words of the Populace===
 

==Reign Notes==
===Garb/Accoutrements===
====John:====
* Gulf Wars: Doublet by [[Elizabeth Caton]]
* Coronation: [[Petronilla Asteria Peregrina]] & [[Bettina]]
* Coronation Accessories: Chain by [[Feodor Nikolaevich Gorodets]]

====Vittoria====
* Swabian Dress: Vittoria
* Princess Bride Buttercup Dress: Vittoria
* Gulf Wars: St. Patrick's Day Cotehardie/Bliaut by [[Willoc macMuiredaig]] - Green with red undertone silk, hand-sewn buttonholes with hand-dyed silk thread thread.
* Coronation Clothing: [[Beatrix Funteyn]], with detail work also done by [[Petronilla Asteria Peregrina]], [[Elizabeth Caton]], Vittoria
* Coronation Accessories: [[Michelle Chantal de Charente]]
* Queen's Champion Clothing: [[Elizabeth Caton]] and [[Petronilla Asteria Peregrina]]
* Queen's Champion Jewelry: [[Amelot Lisette]]

 

==Trivia==
* This is the first reign in which both Sovereign and Consort are recipients of the [[Guardian of the Consort's Hope]].
 

==Reign Photos and Media==
<gallery caption="Our Crown" widths="150px">
image:92nd Crown - Presentation of Coronets - Photo by Robert J Gallon.jpg|Presentation of the Coronets Photo by [[Sigmund Úlfsson]]
image:92nd Crown Prince and Princess - Photo by Robert J Gallon.jpg|Addressing the Populace at Crown Tournament Evening Court Photo by [[Sigmund Úlfsson]]
image:92nd Crown - Princesses Tea at wInterKingdom - Photo by Zubeydah.JPG|Combined Princesses Tea at Northkeep wInterKingdom Photo by [[Zubeydah]]
image:92nd Reign Princess Vittoria Buttercup Reads to Children - Photo by Escarlota.jpg|Princess Vittoria Buttercup reading to children at Bjornsborg Spring Event: As You Wish-a Fifteenth Century Frolic Photo by [[Escarlata de Granada]]
image:92nd Crown - Inspiring Her Champion - Photo by Robert J Gallon.jpg|Giving words of encouragement and inspiration to [[Runa Bjarki|her fighter]] in the Meridian Roses Tourney, Gulf Wars, 2026 Photo by [[Sigmund Úlfsson]]
image:92nd Crown Celebrating Ansteorra Roses Tournament - Photo by Jackson Deffner.jpg|Celebrating Prince John's 3rd Win of the Ansteorra Roses Tourney, Gulf Wars 2026 Photo by [[Rhys ap Cedifor]]
image:92nd Crown Singing Beforre Court - Photo by Jackson Deffner.jpg|Singing Before Ansteorra Court, Gulf Wars 2026 Photo by [[Rhys ap Cedifor]]
image:92nd Crown - Lion Scroll for Myfanwy.jpg|Lion Scroll for [[Myfanwy Ferch Eifion]], created by [[Delfina de Borja]]
image:92nd Crown - Sovereigns Champion Scroll by Delfina de Borja.jpg|Sovereigns Champion Scroll by [[Delfina de Borja]]
image:Avery's Banishment by Vittoria.jpg|Avery's Banishment Notice
image:Avery's Banishment Disguise - Meme by Matthias Grunwalt.jpg|... he's in DISGUISE... (Meme by [[Mathias Grünwalt]])
image:Don Maelgwyn Dda and Queen Vittoria - Photo by Linden.jpg|A very proud Don [[Maelgwyn Dda]] hugs his daughter, Queen [[Vittoria Maggiore]]
</gallery>

[[Category:Royalty]]
[[Category:Crowns of Ansteorra]]

The Order of Defense of Ansteorra

2026-09-09T15:21:38Z

Zubeydah: added categories

==History==
The core data of this document was carefully gathered by Mistress [[Gwenneth Bowynne of Glamorgan]] for a decade on a site hosted by Don [[Christian Jerome Doré]]. In January of 2024, knowing that Don Doré was going to be letting the site registration expire, Master [[Caelan MacRob]] reached out to the wiki staff and asked their assistance in preserving this treasure trove of lore. With both Doré and Gwenneth's consent, this data has been given a happy home in the public records of the Kingdom Historian, with updated information provided by the Order and the wiki team. 
 
See: [[Order of Defense]] for information about the Peerage Order itself. 
 

== 01 - 25 ==
{| class="wikitable"
|-
!Portrait
! MOD #
! Name
! Elevated By:
! Date Awarded:
! Elevating Kingdom
! Current Kingdom
! Provost To:
! Elevated Provosts:
! Current Provosts:
! Hails From:
! Queen's Champion To:
! Queen's Blade of Honor To:
! OP
! Notes

|- valign=“top”
|[[File:Miguel Vaello de Villa Joiosa - MOD Portrait by Elashava Bas Riva.jpg|200px|left|]]Portrait by Elashava Bas Riva
| 1
|Master [[Miguel Vaello de Villa Joiosa]]
| [[73rd Crown|Antigone of York II and Sven Randullsson II]]
| 05/01/15, Coastal Grand Baronial
| Ansteorra
| Ansteorra
| n/a
|
|
|
|
* Antigone I
* Margherita
|Antigone II
| [https://op.ansteorra.org/people/id/10398 OP ]
| [https://youtu.be/PVAET_CPowA?si=XSK3BhIhyxylJOAY Elevation Video of Three Premiers] / Videographer: Michael Eryri

|- valign=“top”
||[[File:Caelin MacRob MoD by Honour du Bois.jpg|200px|left|]]Portrait by [[Honor Du Bois]]
| 1
| Master [[Caelan MacRob]]
| [[73rd Crown|Antigone of York II and Sven Randullsson II]]
| 05/01/15, Coastal Grand Baronial
| Ansteorra
| Ansteorra
| n/a
|
* Master [[Modius von Mergentheim]]
* Master [[Diego Fortuna de Almeria]]
* Master [[Stephen Crowley]]
|
|[[Loch Soilleir]]
|
* Ebergardis III
* Gilyan II
|
| [https://op.ansteorra.org/people/id/844 OP ]
| [https://youtu.be/PVAET_CPowA?si=XSK3BhIhyxylJOAY Elevation Video of Three Premiers] / Videographer: Michael Eryri

|- valign=“top”
|[[File:Master Robin of Gilwell - MOD portrait by Katie Gilroy.JPG|200px|left|]]Photo by [[Margery Gilroy]]
| 1
|Master [[Robin of Gilwell]]
| [[73rd Crown|Antigone of York II and Sven Randullsson II]]
| 05/01/15, Coastal Grand Baronial
| Ansteorra
| Ansteorra
|
|
* Master [[Abd al-Mahdi Jamal ibn Hakim]]
|
* [[Rhiannon ferch Cian]]
* [[Sean Tabor]]
| [[Steppes]]
| Sieglinde II
|
* Conal I
* Margherita III
| [https://op.ansteorra.org/people/id/3982 OP ]
| Ermine, on a chief double-arched to base gules a moustache Or. [https://youtu.be/PVAET_CPowA?si=XSK3BhIhyxylJOAY Elevation Video of Three Premiers] / Videographer: Michael Eryri

|- valign=“top”
|[[File:Master Mateo Montero de Madrid- MOD Portrait by Steve Herring.jpg|200px|left|]]Portrait by [[Stephen Paul Blakeley]]
| 4
|Master [[Mateo Montero de Madrid]]
| [[73rd Crown|Antigone of York II and Sven Randullsson II]]
| 05/09/15, Queen's Champion and Kingdom Cut and Thrust
| Ansteorra
| Ansteorra
| n/a
|
|
* [[Petronilla Asteria Peregrina]]
* [[Christiana Ivarsdottir]]
|[[Bjornsborg]]
|Sieglinde I (Northshield)
|Amelot Lisette
| [https://op.ansteorra.org/people/id/10421 OP ]
|
* Former Royal Blade
*Co-Proprietor of the Green Dragon Inn
* Premiere White Scarf of Northshield

|- valign=“top”
|[[File:Aaron Carter - MOD Portrait by Trisha Wadey.jpg|150px|left|]]
| Artemisia #01
|Master [[Aaron Carter]]
| Clare de Lacy II and Ronan Geirsson ta Rautalathti II
| 06/20/15, Kingdom of Artemisia
| Artemisia
| Ansteorra
| n/a
|
|
| [[Steppes]]
|
|
| [https://op.ansteorra.org/people/id/11522 OP ]
| Vert, on a chevron between three cartwheels argent two swords sable.

|- valign=“top”
|[[File:Master Robert Michael MacPharland - MOD Portrait by Alexander Gladstone.jpg|150px|left|]] Portrait by Baron Alexander Gladstone
| 5
|Master [[Robert Michael MacPharland]]
| [[73rd Crown|Antigone of York II and Sven Randullsson II]]
| 08/06/15, Pennsic War XLIV
| Ansteorra
| Trimeris
| n/a
|
|
|[[Stargate]]
|
* Larissa
* Cateau II
* Elizabeth
|Ebergardis I
| [https://op.ansteorra.org/people/id/3959 OP ]
|

|- valign=“top”
|[[File:Gwenneth Bowynne of Glamorgan - MOD portrait by Steve Herring.jpg|200px|left|]]Portrait by [[Stephen Paul Blakeley]]
| 6
|Mistress [[Gwenneth Bowynne of Glamorgan]]
| [[73rd Crown|Antigone of York II and Sven Randullsson II]]
| 09/19/15, Defender of the Fort
| Ansteorra
| Ansteorra
| n/a
|
|
|[[Bryn Gwlad]]
|
|
| [https://op.ansteorra.org/people/id/2155 OP ]
| Per saltire vert and sable, a Bowen knot crosswise within a double tressure Or.

|- valign=“top”
|[[File:Master Simonn of Amber Isle - MOD Portrait by Kasjan Jaskolski Ivarson.jpg|200px|left|]]Portrait by [[Kasjan Jaskolski Ivarson]]
| 7
|Master [[Simonn of Amber Isle]]
| [[73rd Crown|Antigone of York II and Sven Randullsson II]]
| 09/19/15, Defender of the Fort
| Ansteorra
| In Blessed Memory
| n/a
|
|
* Brandubh de Santini (Moved to An Tir)
* [[Armand de Lacy]]
* [[Zane Mountaine Gate ap Simonn]]
* [[Ricciardo de Niccolosi]]
* [[Claire la Combe]]
* [[Loric Wilderwood of Anglesey]]
|[[Bordermarch]]
|Willow II
|
| [https://op.ansteorra.org/people/id/4284 OP ]
| Prince Simonn & Princess Tessa established the initial rapier /swashbuckling award recognition in the entire Known World in 1979, which soon after became the Order of the White Scarf. Quarterly gules and argent, a hawk's head erased proper between in bend sinister two towers sable.

|- valign=“top”
|[[File:Binn MacBranain - MOD Portrait by Steve Herring.jpg|200px|left|]]Portrait by [[Stephen Paul Blakeley]]
| Gleann Abhann #04
|Master [[Binn MacBranain]]
| Joan of Ooc and James the Holy
| 09/19/15
| Gleann Abhann
| Ansteorra
| n/a
|
|
| [[Bjornsborg]]
| Beatrix (Gleann Abhann)
|
| [https://op.ansteorra.org/people/id/11519 OP ]
|

|- valign=“top”
|[[File:Master Don Avery Shaw - Portrait by Steve Herring.jpg|200px|left|]]Portrait by [[Stephen Paul Blakeley]]
| 8
|Master [[Avery Shaw]]
| [[74th Crown|Toryn Sevenstitches I and Creppin l'Ostriche I]]
| 11/14/15, Queen's Champion
| Ansteorra
| Drachenwald
| n/a
|
|
|
|
* Gilyan I
* Sonja II
|Cateau II
| [https://op.ansteorra.org/people/id/610 OP ]
| Pean, a pall inverted azure fimbriated Or.

|- valign=“top”
|[[File:Modius - MOD Portrait by Steve Herring.jpg|200px|left|]]Portrait by [[Stephen Paul Blakeley]]
| 9
|Master [[Modius von Mergentheim]]
| [[74th Crown|Toryn Sevenstitches I and Creppin l'Ostriche I]]
| 11/14/15, Queen's Champion
| Ansteorra
| Ansteorra
| Master [[Caelan MacRob]]
| Master [[Baudoyn de Lafayette]]
|
|[[Loch Soilleir]]
|
* Rebekah I
* Saereid I
|
| [https://op.ansteorra.org/people/id/3480 OP ]
| Sable, a flame and a base argent, as an augmentation on a canton Or, a mullet of five greater and five lesser points within an orle sable.

|- valign=“top”
|[[File:Iago Cabrera de Cadiz - MOD portrait by Richard Threlkeld.jpg|200px|left|]]Portrait by [[Caelin on Andrede]]
| 10
|Master [[Iago Cabrera de Cadiz]]
| [[74th Crown|Toryn Sevenstitches I and Creppin l'Ostriche I]]
| 11/21/15, Bordermarch Autumn Melees
| Ansteorra
| An Tir
| n/a
|
|
|[[Bjornsborg]]
|
|Conal II
| [https://op.ansteorra.org/people/id/2295 OP ]
| Sable, a mash rake Or.

|- valign=“top”
|[[File:John Drake - Portrait by Opus Elenae.jpg|200px|left|]]Portrait by [[Elen Verch Phellip]]
| 11
|Master [[John Drake]]
| [[74th Crown|Toryn Sevenstitches I and Creppin l'Ostriche I]]
| 02/06/16, Candlemas
| Ansteorra
| Ansteorra
| n/a
|
|
* [[Millicent Rowan]]
* [[Leandra Forte]]
* [[Drew Drake]]
|[[Bryn Gwlad]]
|
* Michelle I
* Toryn I
* Margaret II
* Antigone III
|Gwen III
| [https://op.ansteorra.org/people/id/10510 OP ]
| Guardian of the Queen’s Hope to: Elizabeta I Per pale gules and sable, three crampets Or.

|- valign=“top”
|[[File:Donovan Fitzpatrick - MOD Portrait by Mary Jane Fitzpatrick.jpg|150px|left|Portrait by Mary Jane Fitzpatrick]]
| 12
|Master [[Donovan Fitzpatrick]]
| [[74th Crown|Toryn Sevenstitches I and Creppin l'Ostriche I]]
| 02/20/16, War College
| Ansteorra
| Ansteorra
| n/a
|
|
|[[Wiesenfeuer]]
|Katrionna I
|
| [https://op.ansteorra.org/people/id/1439 OP ]
| Per saltire purpure and sable, a saltire between four fleurs-de-lys argent.

|- valign=“top”
|[[File:Miguel Oporto - Photo by Melanie Gallon.jpg|200px|left|]]Portrait by Melanie Gallon
| 13
|Master [[Miguel Sebastian de Oporto]]
| [[75th Crown|Sonja Ryzaja I and Gabriel of Maccuswell I]]
| 07/09/16, Crown Tournament
| Ansteorra
| Outlands
| n/a
|
|
|[[Steppes]]
|
* Julia III
* Mikaela I
* Gladwen I
* Katrionna
* Sara
* Nicollet I
* Sonja I
|Elizabeth
| [https://op.ansteorra.org/people/id/3452 OP ]
| Or, a continental sea panther gules within a bordure sable.

|- valign=“top”
|[[File:MOD.png|150px|left|]]
| 14
|Maestro [[Corvin Fenarro]]
| [[75th Crown|Sonja Ryzaja I and Gabriel of Maccuswell I]]
| 09/24/16, Loch Fall Event
| Ansteorra
| An Tir
| n/a
|
|
|[[Stargate]] in Ansteorra, Stromgard in An Tir
|Amelot
|Sonja II
| [https://op.ansteorra.org/people/id/1186 OP ]
|14th MoD of Ansteorra, so my vigil was Hobbit themed. Preferred title for Students: Tavern Brawling Chicken Thieves. [https://youtu.be/mBMCx6p1dK0?si=RuNYP6VOZ-wmyJUL Partial Elevation Video]

|- valign=“top”
|[[File:MOD.png|150px|left|]]
| 15
|Master [[Brendan McEwen]]
| [[76th Crown|Margherita de Mantua I and Jason Drysdale I]]
| 11/12/16, Queen's Champion
| Ansteorra
| Ansteorra
| n/a
|
|
|[[Elfsea]]
|
* Alisha I
* Katrionna I
* Kayleigh I
* Cateau I
* Conal II
* Nicollet II
|
* Gwen I
* Conal II
| [https://op.ansteorra.org/people/id/744 OP ]
| Per fess argent and gules, a griffin segreant azure.

|- valign=“top”
|[[File:Master Ceallach mac Domhnaill - MOD portrait by Elen verch Phelip.jpg|200px|left|]]Photo by [[Elen Verch Phellip]]
| 16
|Master [[Ceallach mac Domhnaill]]
| [[77th Crown|Sonja Ryzaja II and Gabriel of Maccuswell II]]
| 09/30/17, Fall Baronial Tourney
| Ansteorra
| Ansteorra
| n/a
|Maestro [[Santiago Rodrigo de Draco y Aranjuez]]
|
|[[Bryn Gwlad]]
|
|Vanessa II
| [https://op.ansteorra.org/people/id/987 OP ]
| Argent, three peacocks in their pride proper.

|- valign=“top”
|[[File:MOD.png|150px|left|]]
| 17
|Duchess[[Conall Ó Ríoghbhardáin]]
| [[78th Crown|Gwen verch Cynwrig de Insula Mona III and Lochlan Dunn IV]]
| 02/03/18, Candlemas
| Ansteorra
| Outlands
| n/a
|
|
|[[Steppes]]
|
|Valeria II
| [https://op.ansteorra.org/people/id/1146 OP ]
| Per chevron azure and argent, three crescents argent and a natural leopard rampant sable spotted argent.

|- valign=“top”
|[[File:MOD.png|150px|left|]]
| 18
|Master [[Pieter Rausch]]
| [[78th Crown|Gwen verch Cynwrig de Insula Mona III and Lochlan Dunn IV]]
| 04/14/18, Coronation (step down)
| Ansteorra
| Ansteorra
| n/a
|
|
|[[Bjornsborg]]
|
* Deanna I
* Elizabeta I
|Ebergardis III
| [https://op.ansteorra.org/people/id/3771 OP ]
| Argent, on a pale between two axes sable, in base a flame proper.

|- valign=“top”
|[[File:Duke Abd al-Mahdi Jamal ibn Hakim - MOD Portrait by Robert J Gallon.jpg|150px|left|]]Portrait by [[Sigmund Úlfsson]]
| 19
|Master [[Abd al-Mahdi Jamal ibn Hakim]]
| [[79th Crown|Margherita de Mantua II and Jason Drysdale II]]
| 05/26/18, Warlord
| Ansteorra
| Ansteorra
| Master [[Robin of Gilwell]]
|
|
* [[Stephen Paul Blakeley]]
* [[Guyon Dupre]]
* [[Connor Dupre]]
|[[Steppes]]
|
| Margherita de Mantua II
| [https://op.ansteorra.org/people/id/13 OP ]
| Sable, a chevron Gules fimbriated between three lions Argent Title for students - Provost

|- valign=“top”
|[[File:Orlando Giovanni - MOD Portrait by Baron Alexander Gladstone.jpg|200px|left|]]Portrait by Alexander Gladstone
| 20
| Maestro [[Orlando Giovanni]]
| [[80th Crown|Conal Alexandria O'Riordain III and Miguel Sebastian da Oporto III]]
| 12/15/18, Wiesenfeuer Yule
| Ansteorra
| Ansteorra
| n/a
|
|
* [[Veronica du Sanguine]]
* [[Marcus von Furth]]
* [[Cornelius Merilienin]]
* [[Bridgette of York]]
|[[Namron]]
|
* Margherita IV
|
| [https://op.ansteorra.org/people/id/10384 OP ]
| My students are called Scholars Gules, a septfoil and on a bordure embattled Or an orle sable.

|- valign=“top”
|[[File:Master Etienne de Montagu - MOD Portrait by Kristin Hammock.JPG|200px|left|]]Photo by [[Osanna van der Linden]]
| 21
|Messer [[Etienne de Montagu]]
| [[81st Crown|Margaret ny Connor and Vladislav Strelec]]
| 09/07/19, Bryn Gwlad's 40th Anniversary
| Ansteorra
| Ansteorra
| n/a
|
|[[Åsa in Blinda]]
| [[Stargate]]
|
|
| [https://op.ansteorra.org/people/id/1748 OP ]
| Per pale argent and gules, on a sun a cross of Toulouse counterchanged. Does not utilize "Provost."

|- valign=“top”
|[[File:Miles Ridley Portrait.jpg|200px|left|]]
| 22
|Master [[Miles Ridley]]
| [[81st Crown|Margaret ny Connor and Vladislav Strelec]]
| 09/07/19, Bryn Gwlad's 40th Anniversary
| Ansteorra
| Ansteorra
| n/a
| Master [[Martin Malone]]
|
|[[Bryn Gwlad]]
|Gwen III
|Margherita
| [https://op.ansteorra.org/people/id/11499 OP ]
| Vert, on a chevron between three lions passant Or three trees palewise blasted and couped vert.

|- valign=“top”
|[[File:Crowley.jpg|150px|left|]]
| 23
|Master [[Stephen Crowley]]
| [[82nd Crown|Cristyana Lambrecht and Sven Randullsson III]]
| 05/09/20, Coronation (step down)
| Ansteorra
| Atlantia
| Master [[Caelan MacRob]]
|
|
|[[Loch Soillier]]
|
* Ebergardis II
* Genevria
|
| [https://op.ansteorra.org/people/id/10397 OP ]
| Argent, a chevron embattled counter-embattled sable surmounted by a boar azure all between three crosses potent sable. Trivia: won Queen's Champion for Ebergardis at what was only his third event ever in the Society.

|- valign=“top”
||[[File:Phelim Gervase - MOD Portrait by Caelin on Andrade.jpg|200px|left|]]Photo by [[Caelin on Andrade]]
| 24
|Master [[Phelim Gervase]]
| [[83rd Crown|Jason Drysdale III and Margherita de Mantua III]]
| 07/10/21, Crown Tournament
| Ansteorra
| Drachenwald
| n/a
|
|
|[[Bryn Gwlad]]
|
|
| [https://op.ansteorra.org/people/id/3751 OP ]
| Quarterly Or and argent, a cup gules.

|- valign=“top”
|[[File:Master Elric Dracwin - MOD Portrait by Zachariah Woods.JPG|200px|left|]]Photo by [[Theodore Fruechting von Elblag]]
| 25
|Master [[Elric Dracwin]]
| [[83rd Crown|Jason Drysdale III and Margherita de Mantua III]]
| 07/24/21, A Day in the Park
| Ansteorra
| Ansteorra
| n/a
|
* Master [[Darian de Shameless]]
|
* [[Redulf von Kohl]]
* [[Thaddaeus Starr]]
* [[Klauss Luinstra]]
|[[Wiesenfeuer]]
|
|
| [https://op.ansteorra.org/people/id/1633 OP ]
| Per fess sable and argent, two swans naiant contourny counterchanged.

|}

== 26 - 50 ==
{| class="wikitable"
|-
!Portrait
! MOD #
! Name
! Elevated By:
! Date Awarded:
! Elevating Kingdom
! Current Kingdom
! Provost To:
! Elevated Provosts:
! Current Provosts:
! Hails From:
! Queen's Champion To:
! Queen's Blade of Honor To:
! OP
! Notes

|- valign=“top”
|[[File:Baudoyn de Lafayette - MOD Portrait by Kristin Hammock.jpg|150px|left|]]Photo by [[Linden]]
| 26
|Master [[Baudoyn de Lafayette]]
| [[83rd Crown|Jason Drysdale III and Margherita de Mantua III]]
| 08/21/21, Artisan of the Flame
| Ansteorra
| Ansteorra
| Master [[Modius von Mergentheim]]
| Mistress [[Elizabeth Caton]]
|
* [[Mathias Grünwalt]]
* [[Lif in glaða]]
* [[Jason Drysdale]]
|[[Steppes]]
|
Margherita II
|
| [https://op.ansteorra.org/people/id/10375 OP ]
| Vairy gules and Or, a fox couchant and a chief sable.

|- valign=“top”
|[[File:Diego Fortuna - MOD Portrait by Elen verch Phelip.jpg|200px|left|Portrait by [[Elen Verch Phellip]]]]
| 27
|Maestro [[Diego Fortuna de Almeria]]
| [[84th Crown|Floki Geirrekkson and Elizabeth Caton]]
| 05/07/22, Coastal Co-Baronial Championships
| Ansteorra
| Ansteorra
| Master [[Caelan MacRob]]
|
|
* [[Sæbjørn Í Eyðigarði]]
* [[Cecillia Baptista d’Arzenta]]
|[[Loch Soilleir]]
|Elizabeth Caton I
|Nicollet II
|[https://op.ansteorra.org/people/id/11131 OP ]
| Per bend sinister sable and gules, a winged serpent erect contourny Or, wings displayed argent.

|- valign=“top”
|[[File:Master Orazio d'Assisi - MOD Portrait by Robert J Gallon.jpg|150px|left|]] Portrait by [[Sigmund Úlfsson]]
| 28
|Master [[Orazio d'Assisi]]
| [[84th Crown|Floki Geirrekkson and Elizabeth Caton]]
| 05/28/22, Steppes Warlord
| Ansteorra
| Ansteorra
|
|
|
|
|
* Cristyana I
* Toryn II
| Elizabeth Caton
| [https://op.ansteorra.org/people/id/11555 OP ]
| Azure crusilly Latin, a wolf couchant reguardant and on a chief argent three swallows volant to dexter base gules.

|- valign=“top”
|[[File:Master Martin Malone - MOD Portrait by Kasjan Ivarsson.jpg|150px|left|]]Portrait by [[Kasjan Jaskolski Ivarson]]
| 29
|Master [[Martin Malone]]
| [[86th Crown|Gabriel of Maccuswell III and Sonja Ryzaja III]]
| 09/30/23, War of Ages
| Ansteorra
| Ansteorra
| Master [[Miles Ridley]]
|
|
|[[Bjornsborg]]
|
|
| [https://op.ansteorra.org/people/id/10664 OP ]
| Per pale gules and sable, a chief per fess sable and argent.

|- valign=“top”
|[[File:Countess Elizabeth Caton - MOD Portrait by Robert J Gallon.JPG|200px|left|]]Photo by [[Sigmund Úlfsson]]
| 30
|Countess [[Elizabeth Caton]]
| [[87th Crown|Nicollet Deauville II]]
| 11/18/23, War of the Rams
| Ansteorra
| Ansteorra
| Master [[Baudoyn de Lafayette]]
|
|
* [[Halldora Hrafnsdottir]]
* [[Vittoria Maggiore]]
| [[Elfsea]]
|
|
* Antigone III
| [https://op.ansteorra.org/people/id/6665 OP ]
| Vert, two coneys rampant addorsed each maintaining a sword, on a chief engrailed argent three fleurs-de-lys azure.

|- valign=“top”
|[[File:Master Ulrich von Tolstat - MOD Portrait by Colton Bennett.JPG|200px|left|]]Photo by [[Marcellus Volcanus]]
| 31
|Master [[Ulrich von Tolstat]]
| [[87th Crown|Nicollet Deauville II]]
| 02/17/24, Battle of the Pines
| Ansteorra
| Ansteorra
|
|
|[[Anastasiia Dmitrieva Sokolova]]
|
|
|
| [https://op.ansteorra.org/people/id/6760 OP ]
| Vert, a bend sable fimbriated, overall a boar's head erased argent.

|- valign=“top”
|[[File:Master Perrin de Beaujeau - MOD Portrait by Linden.jpg|200px|left|]]Portrait by [[Osanna van der Linden]]
| 32
|Master [[Perrin de Beaujeu]]
| [[87th Crown|Nicollet Deauville II]]
| 03/15/24, Gulf Wars 32
| Ansteorra
| Ansteorra
|
|
|
|[[Northkeep]]
|
|
* Gilyan III
| [https://op.ansteorra.org/people/id/10558 OP ]
| First Ansteorran MOD who was not first a White Scarf. Per pale gules and Or, a tree blasted and couped and a bordure embattled counterchanged.

|- valign=“top”
|[[File:Amelot Lisette - MOD Portrait by Robert J Gallon.jpg|200px|left|]]Portrait by Sigmund Úlfsson
| 33
|Countess [[Amelot Lisette de Belmont]]
| [[87th Crown|Nicollet Deauville II]]
| 04/06/24, Elfsea Defender
| Ansteorra
| Ansteorra
| Mistress [[Elizabeth Caton]] (Advocate)
|
|
| [[Elfsea]]
|
|Gilyan I
| [https://op.ansteorra.org/people/id/293 OP ]
| Argent, a lion salient sable gorged of a county coronet Or and on a chief vert two crosses patonce argent.
|- valign=“top”
|[[File:Master Marcus von Furth - MOD Portrait by Robert J Gallon.JPG|200px|left|]]Photo by [[Sigmund Úlfsson]]
| 34
|Master [[Marcus von Fürth]]
| [[88th Crown|Sven Randullsson IV and Antigone of York III]]
| 06/29/2024: Vindheim Coronet Tourney
| Ansteorra
| Ansteorra
|
|
|
|
|
|
| [https://op.ansteorra.org/people/id/10988 OP ]
| Argent, a raven contourny atop a death's head sable, an orle embattled on the inner edge azure.
|- valign=“top”
|[[File:MOD.png|150px|left|]]
| 35
|Master [[Floki Geirrekkson]]
| [[88th Crown|Sven Randullsson IV and Antigone of York III]]
| 07/13/2024: Kingdom Collegium
| Ansteorra
| Ansteorra
|
|
|
|
|
* Antigone III
|
| [https://op.ansteorra.org/people/id/6664 OP ]
| Per pale sable and gules, two herons addorsed and on a chief dovetailed argent a spear sable. Trivia: At his elevation, Floki was presented with a medallion by Master [[Ivarr runamagi]] that was three crayons crossed, in teasing reference to Floki's military service.
|- valign=“top”
|[[File:MOD.png|150px|left|]]
| 36
|Master [[Facon du Pray]]
| [[89th Crown|Jean Paul de Sens III and Gilyan Alienora of Clonmacnoise III]]
| 12/14/2024: Coronet Tourney
| Ansteorra
| Ansteorra
|
|
|
|
|
|
| [https://op.ansteorra.org/people/id/1793 OP ]
| Or, two rapiers in saltire inverted sable, overall a hawk close and on a chief vert three cups Or.
|- valign=“top”
|[[File:Master Lorenzo Baglioni d'Aosta - MOD portrait by Nicaize Maupetit.jpg|200px|left|]]Portrait by [[Nicaize Maupetit]]
| 37
|Master [[Lorenzo Baglioni d'Aosta]]
| [[89th Crown|Jean Paul de Sens III and Gilyan Alienora of Clonmacnoise III]]
| 01/04/2025: Steppes 12th Night
| Ansteorra
| Ansteorra
|
|
|
|
|
|
| [https://op.ansteorra.org/people/id/10702 OP ]
| Sable, a chevron inverted engrailed and in chief a badger rampant argent. [https://youtu.be/iMM35_AxdPU?si=c_VRoKOYLphxIe6O Elevation Video]
|- valign=“top”
|[[File:Maestra Marie de Girau - MOD Portrait by Zubeydah.JPG|150px|left|]] Portrait by Zubeydah
| 38
|Maestra [[Marie de Girau]]
| [[89th Crown|Jean Paul de Sens III and Gilyan Alienora of Clonmacnoise III]]
| 01/04/2025: Steppes 12th Night
| Ansteorra
| Ansteorra
|
|
|
|
|
* Gilyan III
|
| [https://op.ansteorra.org/people/id/10511 OP ]
| Gules ermined, a badger rampant to sinister within a bordure engrailed Or. [https://youtu.be/yCnKJbGBzRY?si=1nVJaLqx8A462i0B Elevation Video]
|- valign=“top”
|[[File:MOD.png|150px|left|]]
| 39
| Maestro [[Santiago Rodrigo Draco de Aranjuez]]
| [[89th Crown|Jean Paul de Sens III and Gilyan Alienora of Clonmacnoise III]]
| 02/01/2025: Bryn Gwlad Candlemas
| Ansteorra
| Ansteorra
|
|
| [[Alaric Styrr]] (AKA: Tuhtah)(Henchman)
|
|
|
| [https://op.ansteorra.org/people/id/6744 OP ]
| Sable, chapé ployé gules, a guitar palewise Or.
|- valign=“top”
|[[File:Master Havaar Eriksson - MOD portrait by Zubeydah.JPG|200px|left|]]Photo by [[Zubeydah]]
| 40
| Riddari [[Havaar Ericsson]]
| [[89th Crown|Jean Paul de Sens III and Gilyan Alienora of Clonmacnoise III]]
| 03/29/2025
| Ansteorra
| Ansteorra
|
|
| [[Merewen Wyltt]] (Accomplice)
| Stronghold of Hellsgate
|
|
|[https://op.ansteorra.org/people/id/10973 OP ]
|[https://youtu.be/B_ybMAFk3JQ?si=jeQIekBJiZhsKUgt Elevation Video]
|- valign=“top”
|[[File:Master Darian de Shameless - MOD Portrait by Robert J Gallon.jpg|200px|left|]]Portrait by [[Sigmund Úlfsson]]
| 41
| Master [[Darian De Shameless]]
| [[90th Crown|Jason Drysdale IV & Margherita de Mantua IV]]
| 06/28/2025, [[Vindheim 8th Coronet Tourney]]
| Ansteorra
| Ansteorra
| Master [[Elric Dracwin]]
|
|
|
|
|
| [https://op.ansteorra.org/people/id/10973 OP ]
|Gules, on a pile engrailed Or three rats rampant sable. 
[https://youtu.be/ma05IR9CG2U?si=EgfKtNpPXFb6AtNA Elevation Video]
|- valign=“top”
|[[File:MOD.png|150px|left|]]
| 42
| Maître [[Aubri de Baudricourt]]
| [[90th Crown|Jason Drysdale IV & Margherita de Mantua IV]]
| 09/20/2025, 38th Defender of the Fort, [[Raven's Fort]]
| Ansteorra
| Ansteorra
|
|
|
|
|
|
| [https://op.ansteorra.org/people/id/585 OP]
|Per bend sinister ermine and sable a stag rampant within a bordure counterchanged.
|- valign=“top”
|[[File:Veronica du Sanguine - MOD Portrait by Zubeydah.jpg|200px|left|]]Portrait by Zubeydah
| 43
| Lalla [[Veronica du Sanguine]]
| [[90th Crown|Jason Drysdale IV & Margherita de Mantua IV]]
| October 04, 2025, at [[Namron]] Protectorate
| Ansteorra
| Ansteorra
|
|
|
|
|
|
| [https://op.ansteorra.org/people/id/11300 OP]
|
|- valign=“top”
|[[File:MOD.png|150px|left|]]
| 44
| Master [[Brian O hUilliam]]
| [[Creppin l'Ostriche III and Cristyana Lambrecht II]]
| February 14, 2026, at [[Laurel's Prize Tourney]]
| Ansteorra
| Ansteorra
|
|
|
|
|
|
| [https://op.ansteorra.org/people/id/771 OP]
|
|- valign=“top”
|[[File:MOD.png|150px|left|]]
| 45
| Master [[Feodor Nikolaevich Gorodets]]
| [[ |Creppin l'Ostriche III and Cristyana Lambrecht II]]
| March 19, 2026, at Gulf Wars
| Ansteorra
| Ansteorra
|
|
|
|
|
|
| [https://op.ansteorra.org/people/id/6953 OP]
|
|}
[[Category:Peerages]]
[[Category:MOD]]

Grimhildr at Brytarauki

2026-09-02T22:55:07Z

Zubeydah: Created page with "{{Populace |photo = x400px | photocaption = | location = Hellsgate | regname= [] | status = Active | joindate = | OP = [] | device = x400px | devicecaption = Per saltire argent and vert, two arrows inverted in saltire Or between two wolf's heads erased addorsed argent, overall a tree eradicated proper }} ==Honorable Lady Grimhildr at Brytarauki== Previously Known As: Grimolfr at Bryt..."

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==Honorable Lady Grimhildr at Brytarauki==
Previously Known As: [[Grimolfr at Brytrok]] / Grimolfr at Brytarauki 
Nickname(s): 
Pronouns: She/Her 
 

====Additional Registered Heraldry:====
 

===Offices:===
* Local Offices Held
** Archery Marshal, Canton of [[Dragonsfire Tor]] (Dec 2018 - May 2021)
** Webminister, Stronghold of Hellsgate (November 15 2024 - Present)

* Kingdom Offices Held
** Kingdom Target Archery Marshal (Jan 20, 2024 - January 12, 2026)
 

===Persona History:===
 

===Interests:===
 

===Timeline of Activity:===
 

====Prior Groups:====
 

===Populace Provided Information:===
 

===Notable Contributions or Accomplishments:===
 

====Non-Armigerous Awards and Recognitions:====
 

===Affiliations:===
 

===Mundane Information:===
[https://www.facebook.com/jodie.56531 Facebook]
 

====Special Needs:====
 

====In Case of Court:====
 

[[Category:People]]
[[Category:Hellsgate]]

File:Grimhildr at Brytarauki - Device.jpg

2026-09-02T22:54:29Z

Zubeydah:

Mathias Grünwalt

2026-09-01T21:15:15Z

Zubeydah: /* Don Mathias Grünwalt, WSA, Candidate-Elect to the Order of Defense */

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==Master Mathias Grünwalt, WSA, OD==
Previously Known As: Andrew of the Steppes 
Nickname(s):the Hawk Wasp 
Pronouns: 
 

====Additional Registered Heraldry:====
<gallery widths="200px">
image:Mathias Grünwalt - Badge.png|
image:Mathias Grünwalt Motto - Digital Image by Mathias.png|
</gallery>

Badge: (Fieldless) A wasp azure winged gules. 
Motto: "In Ferro Veritas" (There is truth in the sword) 
Description: There is truth and wisdom to be gained through conflict, struggle, and challenge. Iron (Ferro) is often used as slang for sword in latin, so this also means pumping iron in the gym is just as valid. So challenge your mind, body, and soul!

 

===Offices:===
* Local Offices Held
** Rapier Marshal for Barony of the Steppes: 2023 - 2025

* Regional Offices Held
** Central Regional Rapier Marshal 2025 - present

* Kingdom Offices Held
**
 

===Persona History:===
 

===Interests:===
 

===Timeline of Activity:===
Started in 2014 learning Rapier from Don Stephens while competing in men’s Olympic sabre at Texas A&M. Did not compete in any SCA tournaments or engage in consistent participation until 2021. 
 

====Prior Groups:====
Shire of the [[Shadowlands]] 
 

===Populace Provided Information:===
 
[[File:Mathias Grünwalt - Portrait by Kasjan Jaskolski Ivarson.jpeg|200px|thumb|left|Portrait by Kasjan Jaskolski Ivarson]]

===Notable Contributions or Accomplishments:===
* 2022: Queen's Champion - Participated in my very first rapier tournament. Received a Queens Rapier for proceeding to the finals with no rank, society history, or prior tournament record.
* Rapier Champion of Ravens Fort 2023
* Gulf Wars XXXII - Victorious in rapier combat during Champions Battle against Milicent Rowan from the Kingdom of the East
* Gulf Wars XXXII - Placed in top 15 out of 254 in rapier Rose Tournament.
* Rapier Champion of Glaslyn via Glaslyn Defender 2025
* Rapier Champion of Stargate via Stargate Baronial 2025
* Rapier Champion of The Steppes via Steppes Warlord 2025
* Rapier Champion of Greywood via Battle of the Pines 2025
* Winner of the Gulf Wars XXXIV “Not-A-MoD Tournament”
* Selected for the Gulf Wars XXXIV Champions Battle, and won his bout against Don Giovanni di Castlellamare of Trimaris
* Under the sponsorship of by Duchess Gilyan Alienora of Clonmacnoise, entered the Ansteorra Rose Tournament at Gulf Wars XXXIV, placing in the top 10 out of a field of 178.
* Rapier Champion of Elfsea, via Elfsea Defender 2026
* Royal Blade to [[92nd Crown|John Drake and Vittoria Maggiore]]
 
====Claims to [[The Iron Ring of Ansteorra]]====
- February 18, 2023: Defeated [[Feodor Nikolaevich Gorodets]]at the Battle of the Pines 
- March 10, 2024: Defeated [[Rook Hightower]] at Gulf Wars XXII

====Martial Leadership====
* Central Region Rapier Commander Gulf Wars 2025
* Central Region Rapier Commander Gulf Wars 2026
 
====Non-Armigerous Awards and Recognitions:====
 
====Trivia====
* In her third reign as queen, [[Gilyan Alienora of Clonmacnoise]] told the populace that for her first two reigns, she did not name any White Scarves as she was not certain that she truly understood the heart of that Order. However, after much discussion with the Queen's Men, she had come to that important realization, and named three White Scarves, one of whom was Mathias.

===Affiliations:===
Cadet to Don [[Baudoyn de Lafayette]]: 2022 - 2025 
Provost to Master [[Baudoyn de Lafayette]]: 2025 - Present 

 

===Mundane Information:===
Board Certified Entomologist. 
YouTube channel: [https://www.youtube.com/c/TheAnttarium The Ant-Tarium]
 

====Special Needs:====
 

====In Case of Court:====
Mathias is usually attended by his lovely wife Michelle at all SCA events. In the event that she is ''not'' present or is trying to record Court, please do not attempt to escort him in her stead. 
 

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Megan Flower del Wal

2026-09-01T20:40:33Z

Zubeydah: added peerage info

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| status = Active
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==Dame Megan Flower del Wal, OP==
Previously Known As: Rois MacEanruig 
Nickname(s): 
Pronouns: 
 

====Additional Registered Heraldry:====
 

===Offices:===
* Local Offices Held
** Treasurer, Canton of [[Glaslyn]]
** Deputy Seneschal, Barony of the [[Steppes]]
** Chronicler, Barony of [[Northkeep]]

* Principality Offices Held

* Kingdom Offices Held
** Marshallate Secretary, 2022 - Present
 

===Persona History:===
Early 1300s, Isle of Man
 

===Interests:===
* Jewelry-making
* Vinting
* Weaving
* Baking
* Waterbearing
* List Mistressing
* Language
 

===Timeline of Activity:===
 

====Prior Groups:====
Pretty much all groups *not* located in the Coastal Region... 
 

===Populace Provided Information:===
 

===Notable Contributions or Accomplishments:===
* Frequently found Waterbearering at Kingdom and local events, since 2007 onward.
* Co-Event Steward, wInterkingdom 2023
 

====Non-Armigerous Awards and Recognitions:====
* Rising Star
* Made an Apprentice Chirugeon
* Made a Journeyman Waterbearer
 

===Affiliations:===
* Amazons
* House Trinity (Inactive Household)
 

===Mundane Information:===
Megan works as a Medical Records Technician / Coder.
 

====Special Needs:====
 

====In Case of Court:====
 

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[[Category:Peers]]
[[Category:Pelicans]]
[[Category:People]]
[[Category:People of Vindheim]]
[[Category:Steppes]]

10th Vindheim Coronet

2026-08-27T22:32:03Z

Zubeydah: /* The Words of the Coronet */

{{Coronet
| reignnumber = 10
| coronetportrait = [[File:10th Vindheim Coronet - Photo by Megan Barranco.jpg|x400px]]
| photodesc = Photo by [[Megan Flower del Wal]]
| coronet = [[Alexandre Crane]] and [[Yzabeau Brossier]]
| coronettourney = July 11, 2026: [[Vindheim 10th Coronet Tourney]]
| stepdowndate =
| predecessors = [[9th Vindheim Coronet|Cadmus Lochagus and Adena Terricsdottir]]
| heirs =
}}
</div>

==Reign Overview==
 
===Royal Whims or Declarations===
* Their Sanguine Highnesses will be using the French pronunciation of Prince, and Principessa for Her Highness.
* Honorable Lady [[Toinette de Cambrai]] was named Royal Musician at Vindheim Premiere Summer War Maneuvers on July 25, 2026.
 

===Staff Members===
* Head of Entourage: [[Sabine Lefevre d'Armagnac]]
* Sanguine Trumpet (Herald): [[Eadwulf Terricsson]]
* Sanguine Quill (Scribe): [[Isaac Bane]]
* Gifts Coordinator: [[Isabella Coppola]]
 

==[[Champions of Vindheim|Champions]]==
===Arts===
* Principality A&S Champion: (Competition is annual, not held this reign)
 

===Combat===
* Prince's Armored Combat Champion: [[Karl Hungus]]
* Princess' Champion: [[Oddr Snorrason]]
* Principality Thrown Weapons Champion: Competition to be held at Northkeep 30th Year.
* Principality Archery Champion: Competition to be held at Northkeep 30th Year.
 

===Special Recognitions===
[[Bastion]]:
 

==Progress ==
* July 11, 2026: Vindheim Summer Coronet Tourney
* July 18, 2026: Round Table (Virtual Event)
* July 25, 2026: Vindheim Summer War Maneuvers
* August 1 - 9, 2026: Pennsic War
* August 15, 2026: Whitacre Retreat
* August 29, 2026: Elfsea Baronial College
* September 5, 2026: Bonwicke War of Legends
* September 12, 2026: Kingdom Arts & Sciences
* September 19, 2026: Mooneschadowe Provincial Games
* October 3, 2026: Namron Protectorate 50th Anniversary
* October 10, 2026: Coronation
* October 24, 2026: Northkeep 30th Year
* October 31, 2026: Eldern Hills Samhain
* November 7, 2026: Gleann Abhann Huntsman's Harvest
* November 14, 2026: Queen's Champion
* November 21, 2026: Bordermarch War of the Rams
* December 5, 2026: Wiesenfeuer Yule
* December 12, 2026: Winter Crown Tournament
* January 9, 2027: Vindheim Winter Coronet Tourney
 

===The Words of the Coronet===
====July 15, 2026====
Attention - All armored and rapier combatants of Vindheim! 
Her Sanguine Highness and I have coordinated with the event steward of Vindheim Summer War Maneuvers and he has graciously created time in the day's busy schedule to host Our Prince and Princess' Championships! Both of Our tournaments are intended to highlight three things that We see as important aspects of a champion: Personal Skill at Arms, Leadership, and the Trust of their Companions in Arms. As with most of Our predecessors, we will expect Our Champions to attend us at the majority of the events We plan to attend, or coordinate with Us to have someone stand in for them for any event they cannot, as well as be Our sounding board, one of Our counselors, and stalwart companions during Our reign so the winner of each tournament may not be chosen as the Champion, as We will be watching during the bouts to observe for particular skill, honor, and excitement on the field. 
Both tournaments will also require a declaration of intent from a current citizen of Vindheim, sent to Our emails ( prince@vindheim.ansteorra.org and princess@vindheim.ansteorra.org ), no later than noon on Wednesday July 22nd, to be permitted entry as a competitor. That being said, We invite one and all to come, bring your preferred weapons of war, and fight as participants and armies for those entering to be Our champions. 
 
'''HSH Alexandre's Prince's Champion-''' 
His Sanguine Highness wishes to reach back into the history of the North and host a one-day revival of an old but fondly remembered tradition once known as "Northern Regional Warlord", with a slight modification. All those seeking the title of Prince's Champion will be randomized onto a bracket and then be released to rally and fight with armies from the pool of those not competing to their cause and defeat all others who would stand in their way. There will be no minimum or maximum limit on the number of fighters a team may hold per round and once each round ends by having the last man standing, each fighter returns to the overall pool to be recruited for the next round until only two competitors remain to clash in a grand melee. In the event of a 3-way final, the first team to lose twice in a round robin style pairing will be eliminated, leaving the final two teams to compete for the title. 
 
'''HSH Yzabeau's Princess' Champion-''' 
Her Sanguine Highness invites all who wish to vie for the honor to her Her personal champion to form small armies, and lead them to victory through the use of strategy and coordination in a point buy style. Each entrant will be allotted a total of 5 points to create their army with Martial Peers being worth 3 points, Martial Grants of Arms being worth 2 points, and those having been awarded Martial Awards of Arms or below being worth 1 point. The team captain does not count toward these totals but MUST take the field and fight with their team. Competitors will be placed into a randomized bracket and compete until only two teams remain to fight to the last man standing. In the event of a 3-way final, the first team to lose twice in a round robin style pairing will be eliminated, leaving the final two teams to compete for the title. 
 
We look forward to this glorious day of combat and chivalry and can't wait to see you all there! 
Alexandre and Yzabeau, 
Prince and Principessa of Vindheim 
 
P.S. We welcome @here to share this post far and wide to all your friends in an effort to make this first Vindheim Summer War Maneuvers the best it can be! 
 
====July 27, 2026====
Summer War Maneuvers certainly lived up to its name, with Oklahoma's summer heat making for a challenging day on the field. Even so, every combatant met the melees with honor and courtesy, and the tournaments were a wonderful display of the chivalry that defines our Society. We are deeply grateful to everyone who fought, marshaled, taught, served, or cheered from the sidelines. 
 
It is our great pleasure to recognize those who have earned the honor of serving as our champions. Please join us in congratulating Centurion [[Karl Hungus]], our Champion to His Highness, and Lord [[Oddr Snorrason]], my Champion. We look forward to the coming months with these noble warriors standing beside us. 
 
We are also delighted to announce that Honorable Lady [[Toinette de Cambrai]] has accepted the role of Court Musician for our reign. Her talent and generosity will bring joy and beauty to our courts, and we cannot wait to share her gifts with the people of Vindheim. 
 
To everyone who braved the Oklahoma summer to join us, you made the day a success, and we are honored to reign over such a remarkable populace. We can't wait to see the event grow next year... perhaps with a little more air conditioning! 
 
We would also like to extend our heartfelt thanks to Centurion Gunnarr Bjornulfsson for his flexibility throughout the day. As event steward, he handled every challenge with good humor and grace, helping ensure the event was a success despite the heat. We are grateful for all of his hard work. 
 
As discussed in court, His Highness and I would like to extend a heartfelt invitation to all citizens of Vindheim to share in a moment of honor during court. Throughout our reign, the Sword of State stands as a symbol of the strength and unity of our principality. We invite any citizen of Vindheim that is over 18, including those that have been awarded the Sanguine Bowl, to take part in that symbolism by holding the Vindheim Sword of State during court. 
 
Yzabeau & Alexandre 
Principessa & Prince of Vindheim 
 

====August 24, 2026====
What a weekend! 
We spent the weekend in the Barony of Mag Mor in the Kingdom of Calontir for Cattle Raids, this year with the delightful theme The Cow Jumped Over the Moon. And what better way to celebrate than by getting on horseback? 
Both of Us had the opportunity to ride, with His Highness trying target archery from horseback for the first time! Her Highness had the particular joy of riding a giant horse named Chewy (just 18 hands tall), bringing back fond memories of when She rode much more frequently. It was wonderful to be back in the saddle, even if She may have forgotten some of the finer points. 
Calontir was celebrating a whole swath of birthdays this week, including Her Sanguine Highness and Our wonderful host, His Excellency Andromir Vukovic, who could not have been more kind, helpful, and welcoming. One particularly talented member of the Calontir populace even made a spectacular birthday cake for the occasion! 
After court, feast was every bit as delightful as the rest of the weekend. Their Majesties of Calontir, Øyríkr and Alicia, graciously invited Us to sit with Them, and We had a marvelous time. The feast was adorable and delicious, right down to the freshly baked, cow-spotted bread in the first course! 
And then came the jousting. 
It was absolutely spectacular to watch, and We were especially delighted when Mistress [[Eowyth þa Siðend]] took the victory wearing Vindheim's colors, just for Her Highness's birthday! We adore Eo, one of the holders of Ansteorra's Amicitia, and she is frankly far too cool for her own good. 
We were also delighted to see some Vindhomies during the weekend! Her Grace Gilyan participated in the horseback archery competition and was AMAZING, and I enjoyed spending time with [[Koke Gan]] and [[Milokhna della Riga]]. Koke even entered Mag Mor's Blank Borders scribal competition with two VERY adorable cow-themed entries. I told His Highness that Namron would be terribly jealous. 
Most of all, We are grateful to the people of Calontir and Mag Mor for their exceptional hospitality. From the riding to the feast, the jousting to the birthday celebrations, We felt incredibly welcomed and had an absolutely wonderful time. 
Thank you, Calontir and Mag Mor, for inviting Us to join in the fun. We hope to see you all again very soon! 
~ Their Sanguine Highnesses, Alexandre and Yzabeau 
 
====August 27, 2026====
His Sanguine Highness and I are in the middle of our marathon of events! Starting this weekend, We're attending Elfsea Baronial College, where We will have the pleasure of helping to celebrate two Vindhomies as they receive well-deserved honors. Honorable Lady Megan Flower de Wall will be elevated to the Order of the Pelican, while Her Excellency Octavia de Verdon will join the Order of the Mark. We cannot wait to cheer them on! 
Next, We will tumble down the rabbit hole to Bonwicke’s War of Legends. We always have a wonderful time with Our friends in Bonwicke, and We hope to see plenty of Vindhomies there too, as there will be plenty to do including the Kingdom Thrown Weapons championship, a Centurion Circle, and an Arc d'Or Circle, just to name a few of the highlights! 
September 12th brings Us to the Shire of Graywood for Kingdom Arts and Sciences. I am particularly excited to see Our Vindhomies sharing their projects and passions, while both of Us look forward to seeing the incredible work being presented by Ansteorra’s artisans as they vie for the Kingdom Arts and Sciences Championship! 
Then We finish September at Moonschadowe’s Provincial Games, where Her Highness will host ~Sanguine Sips~! She invites the rapier community to join Her for an afternoon of friendship, conversation, and snackies. Master Perrin is serving as Her liaison to the community, Mistress Adria (Terry Smith) is coordinating the snacks, and Mistress Tatiana (Melissa) is handling the decorations. If you would like to lend a hand or help provide snacks please reach out to one of these excellent Peers! 
After these events, we will be just into the third month of the reign with plenty more to come! Don't forget to submit your award recommendations on AMP (amp.ansteorra.org) or in person via Hive Mind! 

===The Words of the Populace===
 

==Reign Notes==
===Garb/Accoutrements===

===Tokens and Gifts===

 

==Royal Preferences==
{| class="wikitable"
|- style="font-weight:bold; font-family:Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif !important;; color:#cb0000;"
! style="background-color:#efefef;" | Preference
! His Serene Highness Alexandre
! Her Serene Highness Yzabeau
|-
| style="font-family:Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif !important;; background-color:#efefef;" | Pronouns:
| He/Him
| She/Her
|-
| style="font-family:Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif !important;; background-color:#efefef;" | Persona:
| 16th Century French
| 15th Century Italian
|-
| style="font-family:Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif !important;; background-color:#efefef;" | Allergies:
| None
| None
|-
| style="font-family:Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif !important;; background-color:#efefef;" | Food Preferences:
| Likes: Spicy Things, bread, bread pudding, croissants. Dislikes: Chocolate, soda, beans
| Likes: Fruit, veggies, milk chocolate, dill pickles, meat, cheese and crackers, bread, fruity desserts over chocolate. Dislikes: Raw onion, raw tomatoes, olives, stinky cheese, meet with fruit. Wants to like spicy things but is a wimp.
|-
| style="font-family:Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif !important;; background-color:#efefef;" | Beverage Preferences:
| Water, Coffee Jameson, Lightly sweetened tea, mimosas
| Water with fruit in it, Pepsi Zero Sugar, flavored seltzer water, original dry Strongbow, hot cocoa or tea when it's cold - in particular peppermint hot cocoa and jasmine green tree.
|-
| style="font-family:Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif !important;; background-color:#efefef;" | Colors:
|
|
|-
| style="font-family:Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif !important;; background-color:#efefef;" | Interests:
| All forms of combat, passionate about service, loves art.
| Enjoys art, service, archery.
|-
| style="font-family:Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif !important;; background-color:#efefef;" | Other:
| Likes pandas, fleur de lys, Roses
| Foxes. She LOVES the bee badge. Note: Can get overwhelmed and might need some quiet time- it really isn’t you!
|}
 
===Total Number of Awards Given===

{| class="wikitable"
|- style="font-weight:bold; font-size:18px; background-color:#cb0000;"
! Name
! Number
|-
|Bastion
|
|-
|Brazier
|
|-
|Company of the Sanguine Warhorse
|
|-
|Company of the Sinople Warhorse
|
|-
|Company of the Tenne Warhorse
|
|-
|Dove
|
|-
|Fountain
|
|-
|Golden Comb
|
|-
|Goutte de Vin
|
|-
|Hawk's Wing
|
|-
|Key of Keys
|
|-
|Key
|
|-
|Pillar
|
|-
|Red Bowl
|
|-
|River
|
|-
|Thunderbolt
|
|-
|Wellspring
|
|-
|}

===Trivia===
 

==Reign Photos & Media==
<gallery caption="Our Coronet" widths="150px">
</gallery>

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The Songbook of Ragnar Ulfgarsson

2026-08-26T14:41:03Z

Zubeydah: /* THE GATHERING OF THE RAIDERS */

Herein are the works of Ragnar Ulfgarsson, mundanely known as Ron Snow, shared here through the kindness of his beloved wife, Thordis Hakonarsdottir.

==DRAGON'S GOLD==
 
Below the bones of Ymir, some men have called the keel, 
lay the mighty house of Hrothgar of legendary weal. 
I pounded on the gatepost and was led into the hall; 
they sat me in an honored seat 'tween carven timbers tall. 
Hrothgar bid me welcome as the thralls lay trestles down 
and the hunger burned within me when his daughter's face I found. 
I had heard the tale from suitors that had come to seek her hand, 
how none could meet her bride-price in all this northern land. 
Hrothgar's eyes were glowing across the longfire's light 
as my horn was filled by his daughter's hand the wolves howled in the night. 
"The season's ill for journey," Hrothgar said to me. 
"And your clothes so rich and your manner high bespeak nobility. 
What is it that brings you here so far from kith and kconnin? 
Know that I might aid you that you might call me friend." 
"My journey ended sudden when I saw your daughter fair, 
for I have found what I have sought in maiden beauty rare. 
But, sleep of late eludes me for her face is in my mind, 
so ask the price you seek for her so peace at last I'll find." 
"Oh! Many have sought my daughter's hand but none could meet the price 
And all now gaze on the face of Hel in the land of fire and ice. 
For half the price is in your purse, and half," he said to me, 
"is a treasure hoard in the northern crags that you will fetch for me. 
But, death is there and madness, for a dragon guards the gold. 
But I will have his treasure if my daughter you would hold." 
And his eyes burned in the firelight as greed sparked through his brain. 
My purse I threw before his feet and laughed at rede of bane. 
Oh, you shall have your dragon gold," I said, "And more besides. 
I'll show to you the dragon's head and then I'll claim my bride." 
In three days time I stood before the greedy Hrothgar's seat 
and the dragon gold was spread about and shining at his feet. 
"I will take your daughter now, " I said, "Upon your word." 
But he ran his fingers through the gold as if he had not heard. 
"My daughter's beauty brings me wealth," Hrothgar told me then. 
"And the flow of gold from a suitor's purse might likely never end." 
And his henchmen then surrounded me at a signal from their lord. 
"I fear that I must take your life and keep the dragon's hoard. 
But if others come a-seeking you I'll tell them of your fame, 
of how you slew the dragon e'er it brought you to your bane." 
Then his daughter smiled upon me, then upon the dragon gold 
and I found the girl was like her sire with a heart all frozen cold. 
"I'd have settled for your daughter to end her suitor's quest. 
Although I slew them one and all, they dared disturb my rest. 
Now you would slay me out-of-hand for naught but mortal greed, 
when you have broken faith with me and so the dragon freed." 
Then the mist rolled back from off their sight and I stood in splendor dread. 
With breath of fire and fangs of bronze and scales of crimson red. 
"You'll have no need of a treasure hoard in the land of fire and cold." 
Then I pulled the house of Hrothgar down and then took back my gold. 
 
==DRAGON SHIP==
Foaming furls of the dragon's track 
Sweep toward the craggy shore, 
There to break on rock and reef 
And none can spare the widow's grief 
When they hear the dragon roar. 
Storm god's breath in billowed sail 
Bring down the fire and blood. 
And the wolves drink well 
From the men that fell 
Beneath the northern flood. 
Then the dragon turns as the fires burn high 
To drink the winter's mead 
But a year will fly 
And the time is nigh 
For the Fenris wolf to feed. 
 

==GOOD FORTUNE==
 
Sweet have been the days of my life long and lagged not 
I in bragging boast of fortune that has favored me. 
That hound called Luck found me often. 
Many things am I thankful for 
And for these I shall raise my praise. 
Loyal kinsmen and steadfast friends, 
Fleet ships, a sword's sure grip and mead. 
A good father and family 
Fed me manners with a strong hand. 
They taught me ships and sword and axe 
And sagas of the bold hero's road. 
Wealth I've had and I learned at length that 
It lasts when given to friends. 
More lasting than mountains 
I found friends that did not 
Fade when trading's poor. 
In fear from my face there have fled few women, 
And from that mead vat 
Many a horn have I dipped deep. 
Drank from a woman's breast is wine best. 
Oft' have I sailed the swift swan road 
To swim in the light of Mjolnir's bite 
For the sake of seeing new skies 
That soar above the roaring waves. 
Would good fortune fill the future 
As full and great as fate once did. 
But should it not, my fill I have had 
And held more luck than three score men. 
But when comes the time Skuld severs my songs, 
Let me end life in strife, 
With a final horn, and a sharp sword; 
A seat to win in Odin's hall. 
 
==BATTLESKALD==
He runs before the northern wind 
To cleave the foam with narrow keel 
With one hand on the dragon's prow 
The other clenched 'round thirsty steel. 
Eyes like fire in battle's heat 
From axe and sword the song does ring. 
Come to bathe the world in blood 
The Raven spreads the ebon wing. 
Like thunder borne upon the wind 
The word goes forth in warning dread 
The Battleskald has come again 
The Fenris Wolf has raised his head. 
 
==THE BEAR AND THE ROWAN TREE==
Where the river winds in the forest glen, where the salmon jump in the morning sun, 
When the breath of summer's on the wind, at the break of day the Bear will come, 
And watch the leaping silver fin then slap the water three times three, 
And breakfast there in the forest glen 'neath the spreading shade of the Rowan Tree. 
And her singing leaves will whisper sweet to lull his great and shaggy head; 
Weaving shade for the noonday heat with flowers white and berries red. 
Straight and tall, she stands alone there where the rocky waters start 
With roots that break the mountain stone yet tender twine the great Bear's heart. 
And he will smile a wintry 'sigh and nuzzle soft against her skin 
And feel the scar of years gone by when she had felt the hand of men. 
And his eyes will fill with boiling blood and rumbles growl inside his form 
As anger flows like a raging flood to think of those who wished her harm. 
They came with steel and braying pride and wineskins draped from saddle bow 
And spite was in their very stride and thunder clouds upon their brow. 
They hunted horn from the wild hart's head as handles for their knives so bright, 
The flesh they left for maggot's bread with waste the nature of their spite. 
They stopped to boast and drink their wine beside the rolling riverside 
But of the Bear there was no sign that ever did he there abide. 
Perhaps a bow or shaft of spear the men saw in the Rowan Tree 
And though the tree was young in year the axe bit deep to cut it free. 
Like thunder after lightning's stroke from out the forest came a roar 
And from the woods the fury broke and down upon the men it bore. 
The axe was torn from a shoulder bone and necks, like twigs, were cracked in twain 
The fruit sprung from the seed they'd sown was nourished in the bloody rain. 
But soon the hunters gained their steel, for these were men that knew of war 
But from the death the Bear did deal the ravens numbered one and four. 
With spears they ringed about the beast, determined men with cunning bold. 
One or two he'd kill at least before he felt the blade so cold. 
Then the clouds grew dark and the lightning woke and witchfires danced above the trees; 
In the forest heart there stood an Oak all ringed about with fiery leaves. 
A white Fox stood at the oak tree's side with a grinning Wolf as dark as night; 
An Eagle on the wind did ride above the fiery forest light. 
And the men drew back as the lightning spoke and from the circle tore the Bear 
And when the spell at last was broke a score of men stood cursing there. 
They tracked the beast unto his lair, with spears they charged into the dell 
But from those woods not one did fare and like a shroud the silence fell. 
So, if by chance you ride one day where the river winds in the forest glen 
And under a Rowan Tree you lay when the breath of summer's on the wind; 
If for a time you'd linger there then let your heart dispel despite 
Or you may chance upon the Bear, for the woods have teeth as well as sight. 
And her singing leaves still whisper sweet to lull his great and shaggy head; 
Weaving shade for the noonday heat with flowers white and berries red. 
Straight and tall, she stands alone there where the rocky waters start 
With roots that break the mountain stone yet tender twine the great Bear's heart. 
 
==BIG AXE==
To the land of Ansteorra sailed a Viking one fine day. 
He rowed right up the river toward Bjornsborg, so they say. 
No one dared to ask the reason why he came unto this land, 
For the Viking there among them had a Big Axe in his hand. 
Big Axe in his hand. 
 
It was halfway past September when he swaggered into town. He came striding from 
the south side, slowly looking all around. 
"He's a Viking out for plunder" came the whisper from each man, "and he's here to do 
some mischief with that Big Axe in his hand." 
Big Axe in his hand. 
 
Now in this town there lived a Norman by the name of Jean Pierre. 
He was foppish and a dandy and put perfume in his hair. 
But was vicious and was deadly with the rapier at his side 
And the many men that faced him were the many men that died. 
Many men that died. 
 
The Norman's fame at wenching was a scandal in the land. 
A duchess or a milkmaid were like putty in his hand. 
He would use them for his pleasure and then send them home in shame. 
And their menfolk greatly trembled at the mention of his name. 
Mention of his name. 
 
Now the Viking started talking, made it plain to folks around. 
He'd come here to wreak his vengeance on the Norman in the town. 
Jean Pierre had bed his sister and no bride price had been paid, 
Then he sent her back to Norway only after she's been laid. 
After she'd been laid. 
 
The Norman merely chuckled when the story he did hear, 
Then he sharpened up his rapier and threw down another beer. 
Forty vengeance-seeking brothers he had slain unto the man, 
Forty-one would be the Viking with the Big Axe in his hand. 
Big Axe in his hand. 
 
Well, the morning passed so quickly, it was time for them to meet. 
Wearing puffs and slashes, Jean Pierre stood in the street. 
And the Viking dressed in leather and with furs upon his frame 
Was the object of the snobbish Norman's obvious disdain. 
Obvious disdain. 
 
"I remember now your sister," said the Norman with a smile, 
"You have similar taste in fashion and no sense at all of style. 
I would rather slay your tailor, but I'll kill you where you stand. 
You won't even get a chance to use that Big Axe in your hand." 
Big Axe in your hand. 
 
"I came all the way from Norway," said the Viking with a sneer, 
"Not to enter fashion shows, for you would win, I fear. 
I come here to slay a Norman dog whose blood I've vowed to spill 
And it pleases me to see that you are dressed so fit to kill." 
Dressed so fit to kill. 
 
Jean Pierre glared at the Viking with a face so scarlet red. 
His honor would be only soothed when Viking blood was shed. 
Peasants watched them from their windows, everybody held their breath. 
They knew this Norseman Viking was a hand away from death. 
Hand away from death. 
 
Well, the Norman started forward with red murder in his hand, 
And the minstrels sing the battle was the swiftest in the land. 
The rapier barely cleared its scabbard when the Axe came crashing down 
And the Norman toppled over with a Big Axe in his crown. 
Big Axe in his crown. 
 
It was over in a moment and the folks had gathered round. 
There before them lay the body of the Norman on the ground. 
Well, he might have gone on living, never thought of lying dead... 
But, it's kind of hard to think when there's a Big Axe in your head. 
Big Axe in your head. 
 
Big Axe, Big Axe... 
And it's kind of hard to think when there's a Big Axe in your head, 
Big Axe in your head 
 
==THE BREAKERS AND THE SEA==
Like men clashing in battle 
Rattles the foam sword of sea 
Upon the breakers striking 
The bloodless fight is endless. 
The rocks they shed the sea spray 
Uncaring as yesterday. 
Father, son and grandson 
Will many pass away 
And the rock will yield a chip. 
And the sea will shout a cheer. 
Men will always fight and win. 
Men will always fight and lose. 
Standard on a foreign shore 
Taken there and back again. 
Father loses life and land. 
Son will take it back again. 
So men wage the living war. 
Shore against the endless sea. 
Foam sword breaking on the rock 
Wins a pebble soon forgot. 
 
==THE DEATH OF FALLOWMOON==
"What? Oh, I must have nodded off again to dream of another day 
As I often do on wintry nights when the fog rolls down from the starry heights 
And I think of those times and those glorious fights... 
When my head was not so gray. 
There were four of us but we stood as one 'neath a pale and fallow moon, 
And we laughed at life and we laughed at death that often came too soon. 
We tore at life like a haunch of meat and swallowed it whole and lean. 
We took it first and held it last and we drank in the in-between. 
But, the time drew nigh as we knew it must when the final deeds be done 
And each we found the other's face and grinned at the fight to come. 
We held that ground upon the strand with our backs against the sea. 
Then Raimon fell 'neath the battle's din with a cut that was meant for me. 
I cursed him sound and shook his head, "Nay! You will not depart." 
"Drain a cup for me," he said, and died with a laugh in his heart. 
We three fought on with blooded steel till the sun turned dark and red. 
Then across the sands that drank their blood our foemen broke and fled. 
Then Erland with a score of wounds stood bloody at my side. 
"I think I'll sit me down to rest," he said before he died. 
In the dark I raged about those dunes with a mist upon my sight, 
But no foe I found to slake the thirst that burned me dry that night. 
They say Athena wandered off with a song borne on the wind. 
I found an oak where her footsteps stopped but she was never seen again. 
Then I cursed the life and I cursed the death and I cursed the blood and bone; 
And I cursed the gods that left me there, that left me there alone. 
What? Oh, I must have wandered off again to dream of another day, 
As I often do on wintry nights when the fog rolls down from the starry heights 
And I think of those times and those glorious fights... 
When my head was not so gray." 
 
==DRINK TO THE SWORD==
(Chorus) 
Let's... drink to the sword that sings merry in battle. 
And drink to the foemen who gallantly die. 
Let's lift up our horns and drink deep till tomorrow. 
Let's drink deep the mead till the barrel runs dry. 
 
And what shall we do when tomorrow comes early? 
And what shall we do when tomorrow comes nigh? 
We'll take to the longships and set the sail smartly. 
We'll take to the longships and set the sail high. 
 
And... (Chorus) 
And what shall we do if the north wind is blowing? 
And what shall we do if the north wind is tame? 
By sail or by oar we will hasten to England 
To pillage and plunder for fortune and fame. 
And... (Chorus) 
 
And what shall we do if a storm comes a-squalling 
With thunder and lightning and rain on the sea? 
We'll bail out the water and lift up our voices 
And sign with the hammer so Odin will see. 
And... (Chorus) 
 
And what shall we do when we land there in England 
Beside a tall fortress so strong and so bold? 
We'll pound on our shields till the walls are a-crumbling 
Then cut down the soldiers and take all the gold. 
And... (Chorus) 
 
And what shall we do if the soldiers are many 
A thousand or more who will stand unafraid? 
We'll sing 'em a song with great smiles on our faces 
For we are but merchants who've come here to trade. 
 
==I LOANED MY SWORD TO ORI==
I loaned my sword to Ori, he brought it back today, 
in four and twenty pieces, and here's what he had to say: 
“Those Irishmen, they're drinkers,” But that was no surprise. 
“And they brew this mighty whiskey that brings tears unto the eyes. 
Well, we struggled through the evening, three Irishmen and me, 
and walking back I missed the track and stumbled in the scree. 
I must have landed on the flat or it would have been my bane 
for when I awoke, I saw your sword was neatly cleft in twain. 
I then sailed on to England where I met this Saxon knight 
and he laughed out loud when he saw your sword so we just had to fight. 
Well, when my wounds were healed, I saw your sword and it was a sorry sight; 
the hilt was broke, the pommel too, and the handgrip wasn't right. 
In Normandy I saw a herd of cattle on a hill 
and I thought to take my pick of them when I heard this voice so shrill. 
A farmer's wife laid on me with this fork for pitching hay. 
Oh, I wasn't hurt, but oh your sword, had seen a better day. 
So now I bring it back to you a little worse for wear 
but from my tale a fool could see I treated it with care. 
But when next I come a-seeking for the borrow of a blade 
kindly loan me one that is a little better made.” 
Have a care when someone seeks to borrow what he lacks 
but it won't be good old Ori, for I killed him with my axe. 
 

==THE KING AT HIS WINDOW==
At chamber window stood the king 
The long and sleepless night was done 
Soon Saint Michael's bells would ring 
And cold of night may warm with dawn. 
Eyes were red 'neath heavy brow 
Burdened now with golden crown. 
Once a young man, eyes aglow, 
Now a king whose youth had flown. 
Friends he had both old and young 
Buried now beneath the clay 
Pledged to fight till battles won, 
Silent now till Judgment Day. 
Yeoman bent behind the plow, 
Peasant, beggar at the bowl; 
He, their king, their servant now, 
His crown a chain unto their hold. 
A horse stands in the stable row, 
Strong and young as he had been. 
Slip the tether, watch him go 
Seek the freedom of the wind. 
Send your spirit after him, 
Run and frolic on the sward, 
Smell the land upon the wind, 
Freedom won by blood and sword. 
A velvet touch, a silken sound, 
His queen is standing at his side. 
Lips that make the blood still pound 
Like a stallion in his youthful pride. 
The darkness fades as the old eyes laugh. 
Saint Michael's bells ring loud and long. 
Old wounds he will always have 
And a lady fair to keep him young. 
 
==OLAF'S HOUSE==
Red Orm and Sigmund and Ivar and me 
We were over at Olaf's as drunk as could be. 
We were laughing and singing while downing our mead 
When Olaf fell over face down in his feed. 
“Oh, let's play a joke on old Olaf,” Orm said. 
And we all started laughing and nodding our heads. 
“Now we just have to think of a joke that is grand, 
One that does honor our slumbering friend, 
For he ever is asking us over to dine 
So the joke that we play must be funny and fine.” 
“I have it!” said Ivar, “Let's drag him outdoors, 
Set fire to his haystack and wait till it roars, 
Then holler and scream till he wakes with alarm 
And tell him some reavers are burning his farm.” 
Oh, we laughed till the tears rolled out of our eyes 
Then we grabbed sleeping Olaf and drug him outside. 
With torches we staggered to the great mound of hay 
Then I thought of a funnier joke we could play. 
“Let's pile this great stack by his door so it seems 
That his house is afire, from the floor to the beams.” 
Oh, laughing we stumbled with arms full of hay 
Anxious to hear what old Olaf would say. 
But we were puffing and panting from six loads apiece 
Then Sigmund, he held up his hand so we'd cease. 
And we listened with care as we set our loads down. 
He said, “Let's burn Olaf's house down to the ground.” 
Then he puffed up his chest and continued with pride, 
“And let's do it with Olaf still sleeping inside.” 
Oh, we rolled on the ground at the thought of that joke 
We were laughing so hard that we started to choke. 
Then we drug sleeping Olaf (still snoring) inside. 
We tossed him in bed and made sure he was tied. 
Then we picked up our gear and the horns and the mead 
And then we began this most humorous deed. 
We closed tight the door and jammed shut the latch, 
We picked up the torches and fired up the thatch, 
Then we ran to the hill for a view of the sight 
Of old Olaf's house all aglow in the night. 
That hall was a maelstrom that burned ever higher, 
Then we shouted, “Hey Olaf! Your house is on fire.” 
And we heard him to bellow out curses, but then, 
I think he did laugh when the timbers caved in. 
Then we knew that no matter how hard we would seek 
T'was the best joke we've played on old Olaf all week. 
 
==THE OUTLAND WAR==
Thunder split the span of heaven, 
Loudly Mjolnir crossed the cloud vault, 
Banners of Bjornsborg marching, 
Stalked the Bear into the westland, 
There to strive with Outland spearmen; 
Cleave the western ash tree forest. 
Dread the weapons of the warriors, 
Grimly did the Bear's teeth glisten. 
Loud the drums of war were beating 
Outland hammers beat the war song. 
Through the night the warriors waited 
In the dark their spears they sharpened 
Ravens, rain soaked perched in tree tops, 
In the branches lurked the feasters; 
Patient waiting for the slaughter, 
Hungry for the flesh of heroes. 
Gray the sky upon the morning 
Dark the day was stiff at dawning. 
Spears did rumble on their bucklers 
Shield wall formed of clashing weapons 
Champions strode before their war band 
Mighty heroes in the forefront 
Calling challenge cross the meadow 
Where Bjornsborg stood like oak trees. 
Randall, chieftain of the warriors 
Thane of valiant swordmen leading 
Followed Mari's pointed spear arm 
Straight the way she pointed clearly 
Where the battle boils the loudest 
Where the glory lasts forever 
There shall wave Bjornborg's banner 
Rooted in the blood of foemen. 
Patrick called his trusted leigemen 
Bade them meet the champions boldly 
Helms were hewn by Randall's wound blade 
Shields were sundered by his hacking. 
Thorgard set his axe to biting 
Nesting redly in the heart meat. 
Swift were slain the Outland champions 
Quick their passing from the sagas. 
War horns bellowed from the shield walls 
Blowing gales of howling warriors 
Deep the sea of Outland spearmen 
Rolled their wave upon the breakers 
Splitting from the roaring torrent 
A tempest to engulf our forces 
Cunning currents swirled and eddied 
Toward the harbor of the Bear's Teeth. 
Golden reefs upon the shoreline 
Tempered stone to check the storm flood 
Braved the Bear the coiling blood tide 
Standing granite on the shoreline 
Broke the rushing sea to red foam 
Tore the mighty suge asunder. 
Grim the jaws that shook their shield wall 
Red the fangs that drank their marrow. 
Through the heart the Outlands wounded 
Coursing blood that tainted rivers 
Took their stand on dripping timbers 
On the red bridge held their heroes. 
Twice their spear points never wavered 
Steady stood the ash gray tree blades 
Then our hungry axes feasted 
Cleaving down the Outland forest. 
 

==SIGMUND THE WINGFOOTED==
Let the river flow from the bison's spear. 
Hear the blood staffs beat on the wall of shields. 
For to the land of Ansteorra fair 
Rides Sigmund standing on a golden shield 
High the shield of the mighty king is borne. 
Sworn eagle brother of the dark plume spoke, 
“Our kinsmen follow him from out the east 
To feast upon the deep wound dew he leaves.” 
The spear footed falcon with fierce far eyes 
And knees that only bend before the brave 
Bowed unto the king upon the high throne, 
“By your leave, your glove I'd perch upon.” 
The king has returned in shining glory. 
All who know him resound his victories. 
A high seat will greet him in the gold hall 
And the Raven God will smile when he sings. 
The Fimbrol winter shall splinter the land 
And the day of the wolf shall fall at last 
Before a greater King and Queen shall stand 
Upon the northern land of Midgard's realm. 
 
==SKAGERRAK==
I saw her once upon the jut of rocky spur at Skagerrak. 
So fair she was, like snow-capped peaks 
Above the height of Midgard's realm. 
With hair as red as stormy skies of clouds 
In morning's sunlit dawn. 
I saw her once and then the gale 
Had tossed the sea between our sight. 
But I'll ne'er forget that one keen glance 
That pierced my heart with beauty's might, 
That held our eyes in thunder light 
Around the crag of Skagerrak. 
 
==SONG OF THE BORDERMEN==
Rugged and rough is the kingdom's edge 
Far from the high king's court. 
The land is hard and the life is harsh 
And oftentimes is short. 
The outpost there at the kingdom's edge 
Is first to taste the steel, 
But the Bordermen will bear the brunt 
And die before they yield. 
Chorus: 
So, our laughter is longer and louder than most 
And the mead we drink faster than ever it's poured, 
For the men of the Border have found that the dancing 
Is sweetest when danced on the edge of the sword. 
Our leather we dye with foemen blood 
Our swords know naught of rust. 
We ward the gates to the southern lands 
And ever hold that trust. 
If ever you see a warrior stride 
With eyes so fierce and bold, 
You'll know he's done a turn on the wall 
In an outpost border hold. 
(Chorus) 
We take our pleasure as we can 
By this be not dismayed, 
For the fire that sheds the brightest light 
Must sooner die and fade. 
So sleep ye safe in your silks and furs 
And in your great halls dine. 
For they keep the wolf beyond the wall 
Who keep the borderline. 
(Chorus) 
 
==SONG OF THE FREE COMPANY==
We are the men the men of the Free Company. 
We fight for a purse of gold and a horn of mead. 
From Sarkland sands to the Irish coast 
We fight for the side what pays the most 
For we are the men the men of the Free Company. 
Well I got no wife and I call no place my home, 
But I got me a girl for the night and a sword I own. 
But sunrise calls and the line forms up 
And that's the drink of the soldier's cup. 
I'll march with the men the men of the Free Company, 
Now I don't mind the cold and I don't mind the rain and mud 
For the bottle's joined and the fire is in my blood. 
Who cares if the devil is on your side? 
I got my pay and I got my pride, 
The pride of a man, a man of the Free Company. 
If I fall 'neath the ranks with an arrow in my side 
And my blood flows out in a wave of battle's tide. 
Where many a man has met his bane 
Another steps up to fight again 
And hold the line the line of the Free Company. 
So let's drink to the men who've died and to them what live. 
Let's drink to us what takes and to them what gives. 
Let's drink to the mothers who born us free. 
A soldier's life is the life for me. 
A soldier marching on with the Free Company, 
We are the men the men of the Free Company. 
We fight for a purse of gold and a horn of mead. 
From Sarkland sands to the Irish coast 
We fight for the side what pays the most 
For we are the men the men of the Free Company. 
 

==SONG OF THE REAVERS==
The fjord cracks through the ice and frost. 
The mist burns off the lowland lea. 
Planks are caulked with rope and peat, 
And dragon wings beat toward the sea. 
Guthrum rides the Bloody Mare. 
The Dolphin swims at Rolf's command. 
Thorkel flies the Raven's Wing. 
The Dark Wolf prowls beneath my hand. 
The coast is furrowed by our keels. 
Thirsty spears drink deep and red. 
Bows are bent with feathered death, 
And axes growl until they're fed. 
We take the road of foam and wake. 
With sail we chain the rolling storm. 
From out the north the sea we break, 
To shake the world with battle horn. 
Like hammer fire across the sky, 
Like thunder borne upon the wind. 
With hearts of iron and blades of steel, 
We ride to hell and back again. 
 
 
==WAR COUNSEL==
Hear, O King, the council 
carved in the sword tree's heart. 
Heed not the cold cruel rede 
that calls for brawling blood. 
The Outland trolls lure loud 
to lead men into their den. 
Their corpse breath foul does fuel 
the fires of red vengeance. 
Revenge will foul our fame 
and find us only scorn. 
Hollow is wars winning 
where valor does not fare. 
Let noble daring deeds 
be done to claim our fame. 
And should to fate we fall 
fame shall name us heroes. 
Around you shining shields 
and shirts of iron rings sing 
the strong storm song of war. 
Staunch are warrior hearts. 
Let our noble Star stride 
the steep and shining climes. 
So lead, O king, westward 
where waits valor's glory. 
 

==BLARDRENGIR SAGA==
(THE SAGA OF THE BLUE WARRIORS) 
''This Work is written in the Drottkvaett (Court Measure) of 9th century Skaldic Poetry. The early scalds, such as Bragi the Old and Egill Skalla-Grimsson, were less strict with the rules governing this poetic style than were later scalds. Those rules were as follows: Each line must be of six syllables, though some syllables may be "quick" or "long". Eight lines will comprise a strophe. The odd numbered lines must contain two alliterating syllables (called pillars). The even numbered lines must contain a syllable called the main stave) that alliterates with those in the above odd numbered line. In some cases, there was only one, seldom more than two, alliterating syllables in the odd numbered line, but those were exceptions. Half and full syllabic rhyme could be used liberally throughout the piece but seemed to have been mandatory in the fourth and eighth line.'' 
 
''This story is based on the Battle for the Lost Lands that arose in the kingdom of Ansteorra during the reign of King Michael. Duke Seamus, Graf Dinar and Baron Olaf each raised an army to contend for possession of the disputed land that was said to be the birthplace of the Ansteorran kingdom. Much wealth and many artifacts were said to be buried there. Baron Olaf and his army met with many mishaps on the way to the baffle. Only seventeen men arrived to fight under his blue banner. Duke Seamus and Graf Dinar actually had only thirty to forty men each. I had pledged my support to Baron Olaf and arrived to find his seventeen warriors already swaggering like saga-heroes. They were vastly outnumbered but were determined to ride the glory road. What occurred was the stuff of sagas and so it was written.'' 
 
Fast the glory road is ridden 
and rise will the wise man early, 
for high deeds are done by day, 
and the rough day is short enough. 

===HOW BARON OLAF'S PLAN TO RAID THE LOST LANDS WENT AWRY===
Olaf of Karkov called helm trees 
to come ride the wide foam road 
for the Lost Land where booty 
for bold men lay gleaming gold. 
A hundred raised sworn swords 
and steely made the raider's song, 
for who is loathe to leave 
lofty halls when glory calls. 
 
A hundred men set sail 
to explore the lore-sung land, 
and bring the bright legend 
hoard aboard brilliant decks. 
But ill luck wrought the Raven Go 
to bring cold Ran her watered gold. 
Wide the trestle feast she spread 
for soggy bread brings bright rings. 
Few of the sea steed herd 
safe sailed that whale road. 
Still beckoned the Lost Lands, 
from ill luck to pluck riches. 
Bold spear-friends they found 
when fair to land the band came; 
for Olaf's call was clear 
to southern kin and shield men. 
But spied they chieftains come 
to check with might their right. 
Embers from camp flames flew, 
fierce gleamed and seemed like stars. 
Like yellow grain sprang greed with 
grim men to win the harvest. 
By morning would gray geese fly 
down to lakes of bloody ground. 
Iron-hammered steel struck 
the startled flight of night birds 
as straight warriors wrought 
the wound blades soon to work. 
The men Olaf called came 
to pick camp in thick woods, 
the better to watch the way 
and when weary sleep deep. 
 
===THE GATHERING OF THE RAIDERS===
The camps the scouts skirted 
and said when spied they wide: 
"Seamus of the Cats called 
his carls to camp to hamper 
Dinar the grim Graf and 
great dreams of Olaf's plunder. 
A hundred shields show 
bold the gold of Seamus. 
Another hundred purple hang, 
the hand of Dinar's man to show. 
Few we are, but mighty men 
and mighty men may win the day. 
Let our count number now 
the names who seek the hero's fame 
that stands where shields clash cold 
when light marks the killing fight." 
Forth strode staunch CAMERINUS 
his spear wood stood beside 
his shieldman, sturdy STEPHEN. 
Then up stalked hard RISHARD 
and weapon-girt GAIUS 
with minds to gain great fame. 
Bold CORRBIN fierce in firelight 
followed blame ridden ROLLO. 
Battlemaid bright, BRIGITTA 
and [[Connall MacNaghten|CONNALL]], bred for red slaughter, 
with SEAN LINDSEY laughed 
loud till dawn through battle songs. 
DUNCAN MacLEOID'S lifted 
blade open laid the ale cask, 
then FURY BAN McMORN filled 
full the cup he lifted up. 
ALREK and broken toed TARL 
together downed brown ale. 
Dagger-eyed DAFYD dared 
the morrow's doom with brave AVERY. 
The giant KARL smiled sly 
as stone honed his broad axe 
and DANIEL told of dark days 
and dire ones soon to bloom. 
Then to Olaf's camp came 
a few to crew the hold; 
and found the fighter's 
pack fair victuals lacked. 
For the warrior's weal 
welcome drew Ana'Stacia. 
From far [[Bjornsborg]], Blanche 
brought the fat battle feast. 
Red tressed Bonnie's timely 
tread brought the hero's bread. 
From the south sought Moonbear, 
shining battle gold to hold; 
with Ragnar to take the tale 
and tell well the bold saga. 
Thus had the number named 
now to swim the grim blood sea. 
 

===THE CHOOSING OF THE CHIEFTAIN===
Though his doom drove Olaf down to Niord's tall hall, his bold banner will wave for his wierd steered the course. But must a chief be chosen, the champion's fame to aim and point the straight spear down storm roads red to tread. Since Olaf's ships lost land only luck and skill plucks fruit from the baffle trees the field grows on the morrow. Must be cunning and craft the rede that leads this crew. So what fierce chief fares to make the wake they follow? Gave the Roman this rede: On the red field they'll wield not the sharper sword, but many stand ten to one against us. So the woods our plan must make, most to strike like a hound at the heel of the host and him
drag down to ground. FURY BAN MacMORN followed: The forest boar cuts deep as did my Pictish people; so do we pursue them. We shall be the wild wind that wreaks blood streaks. Of these briar lands, Lords our lofty claim names us. This Pict the raiders raised upon the red shield and said, "You shall steer our quick course to carry us to victory. Of our band the banner and bane of foemen slain, blue as wode will it be, to wave the brave men on."
 
===THE BRIAR LORDS DEAL WITH DINAR TO BATTLE SEAMUS===
The Pict in dark night did dare fare to Dinar's fire. The white shield he bore bade behind their line safe pass. Received Graf Dinar his gifts and gave an ear to hear spoke the battle bargain bold, the lost gold to claim. At light's dawn the Gold Duke down the baffle track did sound his array of bright byrnies. Barred there his pass Dinar's men held grim their halberds. A host to reap the gold wheat. Formed Seamus his shield wall to spite the wound grouse flight. The shield line bright spears stung. Swords pranced the silver dance. Purple halberds hacked gold, as howling spears shed red. Kicked and shivered shield walls, biting like fighting stallions. Then from the flanking forest flew the blue warriors. Like a thursur's back broke by Mjolnir's bite the bright
shield wall shuddered and fell. With spears fear raised men from the rent gap ran; bright red blades made them swift. Scorn words Seamus shouted, his shieldmen to group again. The blood struck fierce and fast the fold of golden sheep until the Lion roared his wrath and raised up their dazed shields. Back to the forest ferns fell the dire Briar Lords. Men, at the lure leaping left red dew on blue spears. Tight held the shields of Seamus shone they though less brightly. The far way back they fought; forest dread sped them home. Silver ransom weal rode raiders heavy laden; bright rings bought noble heads and stealth brought golden wealth.
 
===THE WRATH OF THE GOLD DUKE===
Vengeance the Gold Cat called on the camp the raiders made. Malice, his mind, steeped strong for storms thundered under gold helms badly battered. Black venom from men's hearts. His greatest heroes gave grave oaths sworn with brave words. At dawn rode ready men when raider tracks hounds found. The forest broad they braved, the bright teeth of wolves to pull. Wary they traveled the trail, a tread soft led the host. But a trail covered cannot long conceal the ale song. From raider beards fell foam from fearless horns of beer. Loudly mead-soaked heroes howled in the hall of the tall forest. Then fell hard upon heads the great hammer of Seamus. The victory ale's cold keg must not be cracked too soon. Men with foggy brains brawled to break away from slayers. Quick were scattered weapons snatched to scar the cold gold shields. But the fight the mead marked and men swayed in the fray. Brave FURY BAN MacMORN fell sore before the Duke's fist. The shield of strong STEPHEN staunch guarded his liege lord. Retreat called CAMERINUS, but came to this aim none. Then hard the battle band of men beat STEPHEN down. Enraged, the Roman swore vengeance red on gold heads. The safe haven few found of forest wide for hiding. Wet chains wrapped the raiders. Red the bands bound round them. In thralldom lay the lofty crew the call of Olaf drew. The net of wrath Seamus wrought tight wrung the blue fighters.
 
===HOW CAMERINUS CAME TO STAND BEFORE THE STRONGHOLD OF SEAMUS===
But one escaped to claim the cloak of forest oak. Speedy were his long legs and light as nightfall's dew. CAMERINUS slew some sly loud hounds that found him. In a leafy loft he I lay to plan man-slaughter. The Roman found no friends where foes had made their raid. The shattered shield of STEPHEN showed where the bowyer fell. The trampled grass dark grew; grim from the rain of blood stains. He tight gripped his great spear and grimly stalked the open road. Bloody raiders railed at rusty chains and wound pain. Sour wine and bark bread was broke to choke the heroes. "Slim the ransom from landless lords," did muse Duke Seamus. "Where is your cunning craft? Can luck pluck no ransom?" A warning the gate guards gave of a tall man standing with a staunch and fearless stance, and a stare that dared much. Loud called CAMERINUS so careful ears could hear. "This road I ride is gray but red should be instead. Bring your thanes to thrust My thirsty spear clear through. All at once or one by one come feel
my steely blade." Arthur of the Fen faced fierce the tall bold Roman, six armed men followed fast, full wary of the dare. "Do yet the hounds hang back?" howled the warrior's words. Arthur called, "Come to us brave CAMERINUS must, for his fellow curs crawl in our cage and wagers say he is wont to work well sore the galley's oar." (Camerinus said:) "Your knights knelt before us and not so long ago. Our best beer and meat eased their bonds with fair repast. If won this contest could by callous customs foul you are far more famous folk than we hope to be." (Sir Arthur said.) "Your long legs outstep our line, so stand if man you are." Straight the Roman raced them to rush around their ground. (Camerinus said.) "Do you follow then through thorny ways or scorn glory?" (Sir Arthur said.) "You shall not draw us down to sore divide our force." Two men marched silent soft and so around they found the warriors’ broad back. Braver deeds need daring. Sprung thus the timely trap that about the hero closed. So fared the Roman's fate that oft' follows heroes.
 
===THE COMING OF BATTLE BLANCHE===
Left in the wake of waste where Seamus won the fray gathered there were those who thought were lost the caught men. To flee and find safety from the foe showed good sense, the camp's followers felt, before more doom came down. "With one mission we met and made to raid these lands," cried the feast bringer, Blanche. "Bargained we to share fair the hoard of glittering gold. For good support would we well earn our red gold rings. Ripe spoils for loyal friends. Now the bloody chain chafes our champions brave, gravely. I will not leave our lords lacking freedom while we flee to warm soft safety. Steady and true our blue banner should wave to wake wild the deep sleep of heroes." The banner of her band she bound tight round her hair. The kettle's wood cover became the shield she'd wield. For her sword the stout ladle swung, in slight grip, mighty. Armed thus with just jutted jaw she strode the red road. Dust swirled at her sharp step and shadows fled her tread. Wolves ran low with tails tucked from the track of black storms. High above the red road ravens dark barked hungry. Come then did Battle Blanche to break the gates of fate. In her eyes the fire flamed fierce to pierce the guardsmen. Spears drew bewildered back and barred they not her way. Up then paced [[Pendaran Glamorgan|Pendaran]], proud and mighty fighter. The path he dared hold hard and hinder swift her tread. Him, lightning swift, she smote her stroke and broke a shard from out the ladle large, to lodge deep in seat meat. Up then Seamus shouldered to shout above the thane's pain. "Do hold your great spoon still and swat no more men sore. Do you bring ready ransom for rogues the hounds found?" "No ransom I bring," barked Blanche, "but a challenge shall I make to set lords loose. Let them free or fight with me." She raised the buckler brave and brandished ladled hand. Seamus up raised his hands to hold away the blow. "Strike me not with stir sticks for stout heart gained you fame. If for ransom courage counts, complete the debt you met. Take all your heroes home to heal and eat your meal." And so were shackles struck and stalwart heroes followed out from camp Baffle Blanche. Bright savior of the fighters. Fair keeper of the cauldron. Cruel beater of the hip meat. Breaker of the blood brawl. Bride of war and valor.
 
===THE COUNCIL OF THE BLUE WARRIORS===
Bloody sore and great were wounds wrapped fair with careful herbs. Loaded were trestle trays with tasty meats and sweet wine for vigor’s stout strength. Strong were warriors’ hearts. To them was brought the beer to boast with mighty toasts. After wounds sore were soothed, they sat for council round the brands that brightly burned. Brooded then the men of blue. Their Pictish chieftain charged, "Change we now sword for plow? Beaten men here sit sad who scorned once the Norn's thread. Shall we pack gathered goods and grovel to the tall ships, afraid to cringe or crawl or chance a backward glance? Hard we fought and hard fell, For, that's what heroes do. Shall now blades dance at dawn to drive Valkyries nigh?" Men jumped and held high their heads and cried with pride. "Our stand, the morrow marks, may make us fall to death, but none we face will force the field to see us yield. All-Father, may you mark where mighty fights the few."
 
===THE WAR WAIN===
The light of day burned bright and brought the horde of swords to gleam upon the pale plain. Perish there would good men, to drown beneath the broad and bloody flood of battle. Red muzzles of wild wolves woke and spoke the rune. Graf Dinar, ahead his host, hailed loud the proud Seamus. Ended he trusted truce with tribute thrown salute to the warrior's brave blue band standing at the wood's rim. Then thunder rolled roaring and rumbled from the forest. Mead heavy, shield sided, spear bristled, beer laden. The Briar Lord's War Wain was watched by wary eyes. Baftlemaids draped her deck to dare a boarding horde. From kegs, beer flowed foaming to fall in amber splendor. (The Blue Warriors said) "We mean to share the spoils sought by all who brawl here. Come swear your war weapons to well defend this end and see well how we host with heavy keg this levy. Well honored truce we'd toast; you thirsty men to win." But no man fared forward to fast seal the booty deal. Fear of chieftain's gruff glare or greed was worse than thirst. (The Blue Warriors said) "Know then your horns will hold hostage drink from chain links. We will baffle and bind your best men once again."
 
===THE FINAL BATTLE FOR THE LOST LANDS===
Then were champions chosen by chiefs to contest best. DAFYD of the blue banner bore the war challenge. Shields clashed in mounting might and made the blades bite deep. DAFYD swung dripping death and drew he life from strife. A severing blow broke bone to lay his foeman low. Loud then did fierce horns howl to hail the battle gale. Then broke the storm of slaying swords upon the field of shields. Savage halberds harshly hacked to rend attackers. The great shield walls washed with bloody gore and scored with axe bites cruel and crafty, crawled like brawling serpents. The wound blades fiercely fell. Few fled that day of slaying. Rich the raven's fat feast. Full the gorge of gaunt wolves. Seamus won the Lost Lands, his legion shared fair gold. The Lords of Briars bore the brunt of war’s glory. Long their death song sang. The safe way they shunned. On that last daring day drew they Valhalla's maids. Warriors of the banner blue. Bold, lost gold, sea raiders. The eyes of Ulfgar’s son saw the spear rain on Bellmead plain. Well filled was my high home with Gunnioth's heady mead. So ends this skald's saga of that shining battle time.

The Songbook of Ragnar Ulfgarsson

2026-08-26T14:40:35Z

Zubeydah: /* I LOANED MY SWORD TO ORI */

Herein are the works of Ragnar Ulfgarsson, mundanely known as Ron Snow, shared here through the kindness of his beloved wife, Thordis Hakonarsdottir.

==DRAGON'S GOLD==
 
Below the bones of Ymir, some men have called the keel, 
lay the mighty house of Hrothgar of legendary weal. 
I pounded on the gatepost and was led into the hall; 
they sat me in an honored seat 'tween carven timbers tall. 
Hrothgar bid me welcome as the thralls lay trestles down 
and the hunger burned within me when his daughter's face I found. 
I had heard the tale from suitors that had come to seek her hand, 
how none could meet her bride-price in all this northern land. 
Hrothgar's eyes were glowing across the longfire's light 
as my horn was filled by his daughter's hand the wolves howled in the night. 
"The season's ill for journey," Hrothgar said to me. 
"And your clothes so rich and your manner high bespeak nobility. 
What is it that brings you here so far from kith and kconnin? 
Know that I might aid you that you might call me friend." 
"My journey ended sudden when I saw your daughter fair, 
for I have found what I have sought in maiden beauty rare. 
But, sleep of late eludes me for her face is in my mind, 
so ask the price you seek for her so peace at last I'll find." 
"Oh! Many have sought my daughter's hand but none could meet the price 
And all now gaze on the face of Hel in the land of fire and ice. 
For half the price is in your purse, and half," he said to me, 
"is a treasure hoard in the northern crags that you will fetch for me. 
But, death is there and madness, for a dragon guards the gold. 
But I will have his treasure if my daughter you would hold." 
And his eyes burned in the firelight as greed sparked through his brain. 
My purse I threw before his feet and laughed at rede of bane. 
Oh, you shall have your dragon gold," I said, "And more besides. 
I'll show to you the dragon's head and then I'll claim my bride." 
In three days time I stood before the greedy Hrothgar's seat 
and the dragon gold was spread about and shining at his feet. 
"I will take your daughter now, " I said, "Upon your word." 
But he ran his fingers through the gold as if he had not heard. 
"My daughter's beauty brings me wealth," Hrothgar told me then. 
"And the flow of gold from a suitor's purse might likely never end." 
And his henchmen then surrounded me at a signal from their lord. 
"I fear that I must take your life and keep the dragon's hoard. 
But if others come a-seeking you I'll tell them of your fame, 
of how you slew the dragon e'er it brought you to your bane." 
Then his daughter smiled upon me, then upon the dragon gold 
and I found the girl was like her sire with a heart all frozen cold. 
"I'd have settled for your daughter to end her suitor's quest. 
Although I slew them one and all, they dared disturb my rest. 
Now you would slay me out-of-hand for naught but mortal greed, 
when you have broken faith with me and so the dragon freed." 
Then the mist rolled back from off their sight and I stood in splendor dread. 
With breath of fire and fangs of bronze and scales of crimson red. 
"You'll have no need of a treasure hoard in the land of fire and cold." 
Then I pulled the house of Hrothgar down and then took back my gold. 
 
==DRAGON SHIP==
Foaming furls of the dragon's track 
Sweep toward the craggy shore, 
There to break on rock and reef 
And none can spare the widow's grief 
When they hear the dragon roar. 
Storm god's breath in billowed sail 
Bring down the fire and blood. 
And the wolves drink well 
From the men that fell 
Beneath the northern flood. 
Then the dragon turns as the fires burn high 
To drink the winter's mead 
But a year will fly 
And the time is nigh 
For the Fenris wolf to feed. 
 

==GOOD FORTUNE==
 
Sweet have been the days of my life long and lagged not 
I in bragging boast of fortune that has favored me. 
That hound called Luck found me often. 
Many things am I thankful for 
And for these I shall raise my praise. 
Loyal kinsmen and steadfast friends, 
Fleet ships, a sword's sure grip and mead. 
A good father and family 
Fed me manners with a strong hand. 
They taught me ships and sword and axe 
And sagas of the bold hero's road. 
Wealth I've had and I learned at length that 
It lasts when given to friends. 
More lasting than mountains 
I found friends that did not 
Fade when trading's poor. 
In fear from my face there have fled few women, 
And from that mead vat 
Many a horn have I dipped deep. 
Drank from a woman's breast is wine best. 
Oft' have I sailed the swift swan road 
To swim in the light of Mjolnir's bite 
For the sake of seeing new skies 
That soar above the roaring waves. 
Would good fortune fill the future 
As full and great as fate once did. 
But should it not, my fill I have had 
And held more luck than three score men. 
But when comes the time Skuld severs my songs, 
Let me end life in strife, 
With a final horn, and a sharp sword; 
A seat to win in Odin's hall. 
 
==BATTLESKALD==
He runs before the northern wind 
To cleave the foam with narrow keel 
With one hand on the dragon's prow 
The other clenched 'round thirsty steel. 
Eyes like fire in battle's heat 
From axe and sword the song does ring. 
Come to bathe the world in blood 
The Raven spreads the ebon wing. 
Like thunder borne upon the wind 
The word goes forth in warning dread 
The Battleskald has come again 
The Fenris Wolf has raised his head. 
 
==THE BEAR AND THE ROWAN TREE==
Where the river winds in the forest glen, where the salmon jump in the morning sun, 
When the breath of summer's on the wind, at the break of day the Bear will come, 
And watch the leaping silver fin then slap the water three times three, 
And breakfast there in the forest glen 'neath the spreading shade of the Rowan Tree. 
And her singing leaves will whisper sweet to lull his great and shaggy head; 
Weaving shade for the noonday heat with flowers white and berries red. 
Straight and tall, she stands alone there where the rocky waters start 
With roots that break the mountain stone yet tender twine the great Bear's heart. 
And he will smile a wintry 'sigh and nuzzle soft against her skin 
And feel the scar of years gone by when she had felt the hand of men. 
And his eyes will fill with boiling blood and rumbles growl inside his form 
As anger flows like a raging flood to think of those who wished her harm. 
They came with steel and braying pride and wineskins draped from saddle bow 
And spite was in their very stride and thunder clouds upon their brow. 
They hunted horn from the wild hart's head as handles for their knives so bright, 
The flesh they left for maggot's bread with waste the nature of their spite. 
They stopped to boast and drink their wine beside the rolling riverside 
But of the Bear there was no sign that ever did he there abide. 
Perhaps a bow or shaft of spear the men saw in the Rowan Tree 
And though the tree was young in year the axe bit deep to cut it free. 
Like thunder after lightning's stroke from out the forest came a roar 
And from the woods the fury broke and down upon the men it bore. 
The axe was torn from a shoulder bone and necks, like twigs, were cracked in twain 
The fruit sprung from the seed they'd sown was nourished in the bloody rain. 
But soon the hunters gained their steel, for these were men that knew of war 
But from the death the Bear did deal the ravens numbered one and four. 
With spears they ringed about the beast, determined men with cunning bold. 
One or two he'd kill at least before he felt the blade so cold. 
Then the clouds grew dark and the lightning woke and witchfires danced above the trees; 
In the forest heart there stood an Oak all ringed about with fiery leaves. 
A white Fox stood at the oak tree's side with a grinning Wolf as dark as night; 
An Eagle on the wind did ride above the fiery forest light. 
And the men drew back as the lightning spoke and from the circle tore the Bear 
And when the spell at last was broke a score of men stood cursing there. 
They tracked the beast unto his lair, with spears they charged into the dell 
But from those woods not one did fare and like a shroud the silence fell. 
So, if by chance you ride one day where the river winds in the forest glen 
And under a Rowan Tree you lay when the breath of summer's on the wind; 
If for a time you'd linger there then let your heart dispel despite 
Or you may chance upon the Bear, for the woods have teeth as well as sight. 
And her singing leaves still whisper sweet to lull his great and shaggy head; 
Weaving shade for the noonday heat with flowers white and berries red. 
Straight and tall, she stands alone there where the rocky waters start 
With roots that break the mountain stone yet tender twine the great Bear's heart. 
 
==BIG AXE==
To the land of Ansteorra sailed a Viking one fine day. 
He rowed right up the river toward Bjornsborg, so they say. 
No one dared to ask the reason why he came unto this land, 
For the Viking there among them had a Big Axe in his hand. 
Big Axe in his hand. 
 
It was halfway past September when he swaggered into town. He came striding from 
the south side, slowly looking all around. 
"He's a Viking out for plunder" came the whisper from each man, "and he's here to do 
some mischief with that Big Axe in his hand." 
Big Axe in his hand. 
 
Now in this town there lived a Norman by the name of Jean Pierre. 
He was foppish and a dandy and put perfume in his hair. 
But was vicious and was deadly with the rapier at his side 
And the many men that faced him were the many men that died. 
Many men that died. 
 
The Norman's fame at wenching was a scandal in the land. 
A duchess or a milkmaid were like putty in his hand. 
He would use them for his pleasure and then send them home in shame. 
And their menfolk greatly trembled at the mention of his name. 
Mention of his name. 
 
Now the Viking started talking, made it plain to folks around. 
He'd come here to wreak his vengeance on the Norman in the town. 
Jean Pierre had bed his sister and no bride price had been paid, 
Then he sent her back to Norway only after she's been laid. 
After she'd been laid. 
 
The Norman merely chuckled when the story he did hear, 
Then he sharpened up his rapier and threw down another beer. 
Forty vengeance-seeking brothers he had slain unto the man, 
Forty-one would be the Viking with the Big Axe in his hand. 
Big Axe in his hand. 
 
Well, the morning passed so quickly, it was time for them to meet. 
Wearing puffs and slashes, Jean Pierre stood in the street. 
And the Viking dressed in leather and with furs upon his frame 
Was the object of the snobbish Norman's obvious disdain. 
Obvious disdain. 
 
"I remember now your sister," said the Norman with a smile, 
"You have similar taste in fashion and no sense at all of style. 
I would rather slay your tailor, but I'll kill you where you stand. 
You won't even get a chance to use that Big Axe in your hand." 
Big Axe in your hand. 
 
"I came all the way from Norway," said the Viking with a sneer, 
"Not to enter fashion shows, for you would win, I fear. 
I come here to slay a Norman dog whose blood I've vowed to spill 
And it pleases me to see that you are dressed so fit to kill." 
Dressed so fit to kill. 
 
Jean Pierre glared at the Viking with a face so scarlet red. 
His honor would be only soothed when Viking blood was shed. 
Peasants watched them from their windows, everybody held their breath. 
They knew this Norseman Viking was a hand away from death. 
Hand away from death. 
 
Well, the Norman started forward with red murder in his hand, 
And the minstrels sing the battle was the swiftest in the land. 
The rapier barely cleared its scabbard when the Axe came crashing down 
And the Norman toppled over with a Big Axe in his crown. 
Big Axe in his crown. 
 
It was over in a moment and the folks had gathered round. 
There before them lay the body of the Norman on the ground. 
Well, he might have gone on living, never thought of lying dead... 
But, it's kind of hard to think when there's a Big Axe in your head. 
Big Axe in your head. 
 
Big Axe, Big Axe... 
And it's kind of hard to think when there's a Big Axe in your head, 
Big Axe in your head 
 
==THE BREAKERS AND THE SEA==
Like men clashing in battle 
Rattles the foam sword of sea 
Upon the breakers striking 
The bloodless fight is endless. 
The rocks they shed the sea spray 
Uncaring as yesterday. 
Father, son and grandson 
Will many pass away 
And the rock will yield a chip. 
And the sea will shout a cheer. 
Men will always fight and win. 
Men will always fight and lose. 
Standard on a foreign shore 
Taken there and back again. 
Father loses life and land. 
Son will take it back again. 
So men wage the living war. 
Shore against the endless sea. 
Foam sword breaking on the rock 
Wins a pebble soon forgot. 
 
==THE DEATH OF FALLOWMOON==
"What? Oh, I must have nodded off again to dream of another day 
As I often do on wintry nights when the fog rolls down from the starry heights 
And I think of those times and those glorious fights... 
When my head was not so gray. 
There were four of us but we stood as one 'neath a pale and fallow moon, 
And we laughed at life and we laughed at death that often came too soon. 
We tore at life like a haunch of meat and swallowed it whole and lean. 
We took it first and held it last and we drank in the in-between. 
But, the time drew nigh as we knew it must when the final deeds be done 
And each we found the other's face and grinned at the fight to come. 
We held that ground upon the strand with our backs against the sea. 
Then Raimon fell 'neath the battle's din with a cut that was meant for me. 
I cursed him sound and shook his head, "Nay! You will not depart." 
"Drain a cup for me," he said, and died with a laugh in his heart. 
We three fought on with blooded steel till the sun turned dark and red. 
Then across the sands that drank their blood our foemen broke and fled. 
Then Erland with a score of wounds stood bloody at my side. 
"I think I'll sit me down to rest," he said before he died. 
In the dark I raged about those dunes with a mist upon my sight, 
But no foe I found to slake the thirst that burned me dry that night. 
They say Athena wandered off with a song borne on the wind. 
I found an oak where her footsteps stopped but she was never seen again. 
Then I cursed the life and I cursed the death and I cursed the blood and bone; 
And I cursed the gods that left me there, that left me there alone. 
What? Oh, I must have wandered off again to dream of another day, 
As I often do on wintry nights when the fog rolls down from the starry heights 
And I think of those times and those glorious fights... 
When my head was not so gray." 
 
==DRINK TO THE SWORD==
(Chorus) 
Let's... drink to the sword that sings merry in battle. 
And drink to the foemen who gallantly die. 
Let's lift up our horns and drink deep till tomorrow. 
Let's drink deep the mead till the barrel runs dry. 
 
And what shall we do when tomorrow comes early? 
And what shall we do when tomorrow comes nigh? 
We'll take to the longships and set the sail smartly. 
We'll take to the longships and set the sail high. 
 
And... (Chorus) 
And what shall we do if the north wind is blowing? 
And what shall we do if the north wind is tame? 
By sail or by oar we will hasten to England 
To pillage and plunder for fortune and fame. 
And... (Chorus) 
 
And what shall we do if a storm comes a-squalling 
With thunder and lightning and rain on the sea? 
We'll bail out the water and lift up our voices 
And sign with the hammer so Odin will see. 
And... (Chorus) 
 
And what shall we do when we land there in England 
Beside a tall fortress so strong and so bold? 
We'll pound on our shields till the walls are a-crumbling 
Then cut down the soldiers and take all the gold. 
And... (Chorus) 
 
And what shall we do if the soldiers are many 
A thousand or more who will stand unafraid? 
We'll sing 'em a song with great smiles on our faces 
For we are but merchants who've come here to trade. 
 
==I LOANED MY SWORD TO ORI==
I loaned my sword to Ori, he brought it back today, 
in four and twenty pieces, and here's what he had to say: 
“Those Irishmen, they're drinkers,” But that was no surprise. 
“And they brew this mighty whiskey that brings tears unto the eyes. 
Well, we struggled through the evening, three Irishmen and me, 
and walking back I missed the track and stumbled in the scree. 
I must have landed on the flat or it would have been my bane 
for when I awoke, I saw your sword was neatly cleft in twain. 
I then sailed on to England where I met this Saxon knight 
and he laughed out loud when he saw your sword so we just had to fight. 
Well, when my wounds were healed, I saw your sword and it was a sorry sight; 
the hilt was broke, the pommel too, and the handgrip wasn't right. 
In Normandy I saw a herd of cattle on a hill 
and I thought to take my pick of them when I heard this voice so shrill. 
A farmer's wife laid on me with this fork for pitching hay. 
Oh, I wasn't hurt, but oh your sword, had seen a better day. 
So now I bring it back to you a little worse for wear 
but from my tale a fool could see I treated it with care. 
But when next I come a-seeking for the borrow of a blade 
kindly loan me one that is a little better made.” 
Have a care when someone seeks to borrow what he lacks 
but it won't be good old Ori, for I killed him with my axe. 
 

==THE KING AT HIS WINDOW==
At chamber window stood the king 
The long and sleepless night was done 
Soon Saint Michael's bells would ring 
And cold of night may warm with dawn. 
Eyes were red 'neath heavy brow 
Burdened now with golden crown. 
Once a young man, eyes aglow, 
Now a king whose youth had flown. 
Friends he had both old and young 
Buried now beneath the clay 
Pledged to fight till battles won, 
Silent now till Judgment Day. 
Yeoman bent behind the plow, 
Peasant, beggar at the bowl; 
He, their king, their servant now, 
His crown a chain unto their hold. 
A horse stands in the stable row, 
Strong and young as he had been. 
Slip the tether, watch him go 
Seek the freedom of the wind. 
Send your spirit after him, 
Run and frolic on the sward, 
Smell the land upon the wind, 
Freedom won by blood and sword. 
A velvet touch, a silken sound, 
His queen is standing at his side. 
Lips that make the blood still pound 
Like a stallion in his youthful pride. 
The darkness fades as the old eyes laugh. 
Saint Michael's bells ring loud and long. 
Old wounds he will always have 
And a lady fair to keep him young. 
 
==OLAF'S HOUSE==
Red Orm and Sigmund and Ivar and me 
We were over at Olaf's as drunk as could be. 
We were laughing and singing while downing our mead 
When Olaf fell over face down in his feed. 
“Oh, let's play a joke on old Olaf,” Orm said. 
And we all started laughing and nodding our heads. 
“Now we just have to think of a joke that is grand, 
One that does honor our slumbering friend, 
For he ever is asking us over to dine 
So the joke that we play must be funny and fine.” 
“I have it!” said Ivar, “Let's drag him outdoors, 
Set fire to his haystack and wait till it roars, 
Then holler and scream till he wakes with alarm 
And tell him some reavers are burning his farm.” 
Oh, we laughed till the tears rolled out of our eyes 
Then we grabbed sleeping Olaf and drug him outside. 
With torches we staggered to the great mound of hay 
Then I thought of a funnier joke we could play. 
“Let's pile this great stack by his door so it seems 
That his house is afire, from the floor to the beams.” 
Oh, laughing we stumbled with arms full of hay 
Anxious to hear what old Olaf would say. 
But we were puffing and panting from six loads apiece 
Then Sigmund, he held up his hand so we'd cease. 
And we listened with care as we set our loads down. 
He said, “Let's burn Olaf's house down to the ground.” 
Then he puffed up his chest and continued with pride, 
“And let's do it with Olaf still sleeping inside.” 
Oh, we rolled on the ground at the thought of that joke 
We were laughing so hard that we started to choke. 
Then we drug sleeping Olaf (still snoring) inside. 
We tossed him in bed and made sure he was tied. 
Then we picked up our gear and the horns and the mead 
And then we began this most humorous deed. 
We closed tight the door and jammed shut the latch, 
We picked up the torches and fired up the thatch, 
Then we ran to the hill for a view of the sight 
Of old Olaf's house all aglow in the night. 
That hall was a maelstrom that burned ever higher, 
Then we shouted, “Hey Olaf! Your house is on fire.” 
And we heard him to bellow out curses, but then, 
I think he did laugh when the timbers caved in. 
Then we knew that no matter how hard we would seek 
T'was the best joke we've played on old Olaf all week. 
 
==THE OUTLAND WAR==
Thunder split the span of heaven, 
Loudly Mjolnir crossed the cloud vault, 
Banners of Bjornsborg marching, 
Stalked the Bear into the westland, 
There to strive with Outland spearmen; 
Cleave the western ash tree forest. 
Dread the weapons of the warriors, 
Grimly did the Bear's teeth glisten. 
Loud the drums of war were beating 
Outland hammers beat the war song. 
Through the night the warriors waited 
In the dark their spears they sharpened 
Ravens, rain soaked perched in tree tops, 
In the branches lurked the feasters; 
Patient waiting for the slaughter, 
Hungry for the flesh of heroes. 
Gray the sky upon the morning 
Dark the day was stiff at dawning. 
Spears did rumble on their bucklers 
Shield wall formed of clashing weapons 
Champions strode before their war band 
Mighty heroes in the forefront 
Calling challenge cross the meadow 
Where Bjornsborg stood like oak trees. 
Randall, chieftain of the warriors 
Thane of valiant swordmen leading 
Followed Mari's pointed spear arm 
Straight the way she pointed clearly 
Where the battle boils the loudest 
Where the glory lasts forever 
There shall wave Bjornborg's banner 
Rooted in the blood of foemen. 
Patrick called his trusted leigemen 
Bade them meet the champions boldly 
Helms were hewn by Randall's wound blade 
Shields were sundered by his hacking. 
Thorgard set his axe to biting 
Nesting redly in the heart meat. 
Swift were slain the Outland champions 
Quick their passing from the sagas. 
War horns bellowed from the shield walls 
Blowing gales of howling warriors 
Deep the sea of Outland spearmen 
Rolled their wave upon the breakers 
Splitting from the roaring torrent 
A tempest to engulf our forces 
Cunning currents swirled and eddied 
Toward the harbor of the Bear's Teeth. 
Golden reefs upon the shoreline 
Tempered stone to check the storm flood 
Braved the Bear the coiling blood tide 
Standing granite on the shoreline 
Broke the rushing sea to red foam 
Tore the mighty suge asunder. 
Grim the jaws that shook their shield wall 
Red the fangs that drank their marrow. 
Through the heart the Outlands wounded 
Coursing blood that tainted rivers 
Took their stand on dripping timbers 
On the red bridge held their heroes. 
Twice their spear points never wavered 
Steady stood the ash gray tree blades 
Then our hungry axes feasted 
Cleaving down the Outland forest. 
 

==SIGMUND THE WINGFOOTED==
Let the river flow from the bison's spear. 
Hear the blood staffs beat on the wall of shields. 
For to the land of Ansteorra fair 
Rides Sigmund standing on a golden shield 
High the shield of the mighty king is borne. 
Sworn eagle brother of the dark plume spoke, 
“Our kinsmen follow him from out the east 
To feast upon the deep wound dew he leaves.” 
The spear footed falcon with fierce far eyes 
And knees that only bend before the brave 
Bowed unto the king upon the high throne, 
“By your leave, your glove I'd perch upon.” 
The king has returned in shining glory. 
All who know him resound his victories. 
A high seat will greet him in the gold hall 
And the Raven God will smile when he sings. 
The Fimbrol winter shall splinter the land 
And the day of the wolf shall fall at last 
Before a greater King and Queen shall stand 
Upon the northern land of Midgard's realm. 
 
==SKAGERRAK==
I saw her once upon the jut of rocky spur at Skagerrak. 
So fair she was, like snow-capped peaks 
Above the height of Midgard's realm. 
With hair as red as stormy skies of clouds 
In morning's sunlit dawn. 
I saw her once and then the gale 
Had tossed the sea between our sight. 
But I'll ne'er forget that one keen glance 
That pierced my heart with beauty's might, 
That held our eyes in thunder light 
Around the crag of Skagerrak. 
 
==SONG OF THE BORDERMEN==
Rugged and rough is the kingdom's edge 
Far from the high king's court. 
The land is hard and the life is harsh 
And oftentimes is short. 
The outpost there at the kingdom's edge 
Is first to taste the steel, 
But the Bordermen will bear the brunt 
And die before they yield. 
Chorus: 
So, our laughter is longer and louder than most 
And the mead we drink faster than ever it's poured, 
For the men of the Border have found that the dancing 
Is sweetest when danced on the edge of the sword. 
Our leather we dye with foemen blood 
Our swords know naught of rust. 
We ward the gates to the southern lands 
And ever hold that trust. 
If ever you see a warrior stride 
With eyes so fierce and bold, 
You'll know he's done a turn on the wall 
In an outpost border hold. 
(Chorus) 
We take our pleasure as we can 
By this be not dismayed, 
For the fire that sheds the brightest light 
Must sooner die and fade. 
So sleep ye safe in your silks and furs 
And in your great halls dine. 
For they keep the wolf beyond the wall 
Who keep the borderline. 
(Chorus) 
 
==SONG OF THE FREE COMPANY==
We are the men the men of the Free Company. 
We fight for a purse of gold and a horn of mead. 
From Sarkland sands to the Irish coast 
We fight for the side what pays the most 
For we are the men the men of the Free Company. 
Well I got no wife and I call no place my home, 
But I got me a girl for the night and a sword I own. 
But sunrise calls and the line forms up 
And that's the drink of the soldier's cup. 
I'll march with the men the men of the Free Company, 
Now I don't mind the cold and I don't mind the rain and mud 
For the bottle's joined and the fire is in my blood. 
Who cares if the devil is on your side? 
I got my pay and I got my pride, 
The pride of a man, a man of the Free Company. 
If I fall 'neath the ranks with an arrow in my side 
And my blood flows out in a wave of battle's tide. 
Where many a man has met his bane 
Another steps up to fight again 
And hold the line the line of the Free Company. 
So let's drink to the men who've died and to them what live. 
Let's drink to us what takes and to them what gives. 
Let's drink to the mothers who born us free. 
A soldier's life is the life for me. 
A soldier marching on with the Free Company, 
We are the men the men of the Free Company. 
We fight for a purse of gold and a horn of mead. 
From Sarkland sands to the Irish coast 
We fight for the side what pays the most 
For we are the men the men of the Free Company. 
 

==SONG OF THE REAVERS==
The fjord cracks through the ice and frost. 
The mist burns off the lowland lea. 
Planks are caulked with rope and peat, 
And dragon wings beat toward the sea. 
Guthrum rides the Bloody Mare. 
The Dolphin swims at Rolf's command. 
Thorkel flies the Raven's Wing. 
The Dark Wolf prowls beneath my hand. 
The coast is furrowed by our keels. 
Thirsty spears drink deep and red. 
Bows are bent with feathered death, 
And axes growl until they're fed. 
We take the road of foam and wake. 
With sail we chain the rolling storm. 
From out the north the sea we break, 
To shake the world with battle horn. 
Like hammer fire across the sky, 
Like thunder borne upon the wind. 
With hearts of iron and blades of steel, 
We ride to hell and back again. 
 
 
==WAR COUNSEL==
Hear, O King, the council 
carved in the sword tree's heart. 
Heed not the cold cruel rede 
that calls for brawling blood. 
The Outland trolls lure loud 
to lead men into their den. 
Their corpse breath foul does fuel 
the fires of red vengeance. 
Revenge will foul our fame 
and find us only scorn. 
Hollow is wars winning 
where valor does not fare. 
Let noble daring deeds 
be done to claim our fame. 
And should to fate we fall 
fame shall name us heroes. 
Around you shining shields 
and shirts of iron rings sing 
the strong storm song of war. 
Staunch are warrior hearts. 
Let our noble Star stride 
the steep and shining climes. 
So lead, O king, westward 
where waits valor's glory. 
 

==BLARDRENGIR SAGA==
(THE SAGA OF THE BLUE WARRIORS) 
''This Work is written in the Drottkvaett (Court Measure) of 9th century Skaldic Poetry. The early scalds, such as Bragi the Old and Egill Skalla-Grimsson, were less strict with the rules governing this poetic style than were later scalds. Those rules were as follows: Each line must be of six syllables, though some syllables may be "quick" or "long". Eight lines will comprise a strophe. The odd numbered lines must contain two alliterating syllables (called pillars). The even numbered lines must contain a syllable called the main stave) that alliterates with those in the above odd numbered line. In some cases, there was only one, seldom more than two, alliterating syllables in the odd numbered line, but those were exceptions. Half and full syllabic rhyme could be used liberally throughout the piece but seemed to have been mandatory in the fourth and eighth line.'' 
 
''This story is based on the Battle for the Lost Lands that arose in the kingdom of Ansteorra during the reign of King Michael. Duke Seamus, Graf Dinar and Baron Olaf each raised an army to contend for possession of the disputed land that was said to be the birthplace of the Ansteorran kingdom. Much wealth and many artifacts were said to be buried there. Baron Olaf and his army met with many mishaps on the way to the baffle. Only seventeen men arrived to fight under his blue banner. Duke Seamus and Graf Dinar actually had only thirty to forty men each. I had pledged my support to Baron Olaf and arrived to find his seventeen warriors already swaggering like saga-heroes. They were vastly outnumbered but were determined to ride the glory road. What occurred was the stuff of sagas and so it was written.'' 
 
Fast the glory road is ridden 
and rise will the wise man early, 
for high deeds are done by day, 
and the rough day is short enough. 

===HOW BARON OLAF'S PLAN TO RAID THE LOST LANDS WENT AWRY===
Olaf of Karkov called helm trees 
to come ride the wide foam road 
for the Lost Land where booty 
for bold men lay gleaming gold. 
A hundred raised sworn swords 
and steely made the raider's song, 
for who is loathe to leave 
lofty halls when glory calls. 
 
A hundred men set sail 
to explore the lore-sung land, 
and bring the bright legend 
hoard aboard brilliant decks. 
But ill luck wrought the Raven Go 
to bring cold Ran her watered gold. 
Wide the trestle feast she spread 
for soggy bread brings bright rings. 
Few of the sea steed herd 
safe sailed that whale road. 
Still beckoned the Lost Lands, 
from ill luck to pluck riches. 
Bold spear-friends they found 
when fair to land the band came; 
for Olaf's call was clear 
to southern kin and shield men. 
But spied they chieftains come 
to check with might their right. 
Embers from camp flames flew, 
fierce gleamed and seemed like stars. 
Like yellow grain sprang greed with 
grim men to win the harvest. 
By morning would gray geese fly 
down to lakes of bloody ground. 
Iron-hammered steel struck 
the startled flight of night birds 
as straight warriors wrought 
the wound blades soon to work. 
The men Olaf called came 
to pick camp in thick woods, 
the better to watch the way 
and when weary sleep deep. 
 
===THE GATHERING OF THE RAIDERS===
The camps the scouts skirted 
and said when spied they wide: 
"Seamus of the Cats called 
his carls to camp to hamper 
Dinar the grim Graf and 
great dreams of Olaf's plunder. 
A hundred shields show 
bold the gold of Seamus. 
Another hundred purple hang, 
the hand of Dinar's man to show. 
Few we are, but mighty men 
and mighty men may win the day. 
Let our count number now 
the names who seek the hero's fame 
that stands where shields clash cold 
when light marks the killing fight." 
Forth strode staunch CAMERINUS 
his spear wood stood beside 
his shieldman, sturdy STEPHEN. 
Then up stalked hard RISHARD 
and weapon-girt GAIUS 
with minds to gain great fame. 
Bold CORRBIN fierce in firelight 
followed blame ridden ROLLO. 
Battlemaid bright, BRIGITTA 
and [Connall MacNaghten|CONNALL]], bred for red slaughter, 
with SEAN LINDSEY laughed 
loud till dawn through battle songs. 
DUNCAN MacLEOID'S lifted 
blade open laid the ale cask, 
then FURY BAN McMORN filled 
full the cup he lifted up. 
ALREK and broken toed TARL 
together downed brown ale. 
Dagger-eyed DAFYD dared 
the morrow's doom with brave AVERY. 
The giant KARL smiled sly 
as stone honed his broad axe 
and DANIEL told of dark days 
and dire ones soon to bloom. 
Then to Olaf's camp came 
a few to crew the hold; 
and found the fighter's 
pack fair victuals lacked. 
For the warrior's weal 
welcome drew Ana'Stacia. 
From far [[Bjornsborg]], Blanche 
brought the fat battle feast. 
Red tressed Bonnie's timely 
tread brought the hero's bread. 
From the south sought Moonbear, 
shining battle gold to hold; 
with Ragnar to take the tale 
and tell well the bold saga. 
Thus had the number named 
now to swim the grim blood sea. 
 
===THE CHOOSING OF THE CHIEFTAIN===
Though his doom drove Olaf down to Niord's tall hall, his bold banner will wave for his wierd steered the course. But must a chief be chosen, the champion's fame to aim and point the straight spear down storm roads red to tread. Since Olaf's ships lost land only luck and skill plucks fruit from the baffle trees the field grows on the morrow. Must be cunning and craft the rede that leads this crew. So what fierce chief fares to make the wake they follow? Gave the Roman this rede: On the red field they'll wield not the sharper sword, but many stand ten to one against us. So the woods our plan must make, most to strike like a hound at the heel of the host and him
drag down to ground. FURY BAN MacMORN followed: The forest boar cuts deep as did my Pictish people; so do we pursue them. We shall be the wild wind that wreaks blood streaks. Of these briar lands, Lords our lofty claim names us. This Pict the raiders raised upon the red shield and said, "You shall steer our quick course to carry us to victory. Of our band the banner and bane of foemen slain, blue as wode will it be, to wave the brave men on."
 
===THE BRIAR LORDS DEAL WITH DINAR TO BATTLE SEAMUS===
The Pict in dark night did dare fare to Dinar's fire. The white shield he bore bade behind their line safe pass. Received Graf Dinar his gifts and gave an ear to hear spoke the battle bargain bold, the lost gold to claim. At light's dawn the Gold Duke down the baffle track did sound his array of bright byrnies. Barred there his pass Dinar's men held grim their halberds. A host to reap the gold wheat. Formed Seamus his shield wall to spite the wound grouse flight. The shield line bright spears stung. Swords pranced the silver dance. Purple halberds hacked gold, as howling spears shed red. Kicked and shivered shield walls, biting like fighting stallions. Then from the flanking forest flew the blue warriors. Like a thursur's back broke by Mjolnir's bite the bright
shield wall shuddered and fell. With spears fear raised men from the rent gap ran; bright red blades made them swift. Scorn words Seamus shouted, his shieldmen to group again. The blood struck fierce and fast the fold of golden sheep until the Lion roared his wrath and raised up their dazed shields. Back to the forest ferns fell the dire Briar Lords. Men, at the lure leaping left red dew on blue spears. Tight held the shields of Seamus shone they though less brightly. The far way back they fought; forest dread sped them home. Silver ransom weal rode raiders heavy laden; bright rings bought noble heads and stealth brought golden wealth.
 
===THE WRATH OF THE GOLD DUKE===
Vengeance the Gold Cat called on the camp the raiders made. Malice, his mind, steeped strong for storms thundered under gold helms badly battered. Black venom from men's hearts. His greatest heroes gave grave oaths sworn with brave words. At dawn rode ready men when raider tracks hounds found. The forest broad they braved, the bright teeth of wolves to pull. Wary they traveled the trail, a tread soft led the host. But a trail covered cannot long conceal the ale song. From raider beards fell foam from fearless horns of beer. Loudly mead-soaked heroes howled in the hall of the tall forest. Then fell hard upon heads the great hammer of Seamus. The victory ale's cold keg must not be cracked too soon. Men with foggy brains brawled to break away from slayers. Quick were scattered weapons snatched to scar the cold gold shields. But the fight the mead marked and men swayed in the fray. Brave FURY BAN MacMORN fell sore before the Duke's fist. The shield of strong STEPHEN staunch guarded his liege lord. Retreat called CAMERINUS, but came to this aim none. Then hard the battle band of men beat STEPHEN down. Enraged, the Roman swore vengeance red on gold heads. The safe haven few found of forest wide for hiding. Wet chains wrapped the raiders. Red the bands bound round them. In thralldom lay the lofty crew the call of Olaf drew. The net of wrath Seamus wrought tight wrung the blue fighters.
 
===HOW CAMERINUS CAME TO STAND BEFORE THE STRONGHOLD OF SEAMUS===
But one escaped to claim the cloak of forest oak. Speedy were his long legs and light as nightfall's dew. CAMERINUS slew some sly loud hounds that found him. In a leafy loft he I lay to plan man-slaughter. The Roman found no friends where foes had made their raid. The shattered shield of STEPHEN showed where the bowyer fell. The trampled grass dark grew; grim from the rain of blood stains. He tight gripped his great spear and grimly stalked the open road. Bloody raiders railed at rusty chains and wound pain. Sour wine and bark bread was broke to choke the heroes. "Slim the ransom from landless lords," did muse Duke Seamus. "Where is your cunning craft? Can luck pluck no ransom?" A warning the gate guards gave of a tall man standing with a staunch and fearless stance, and a stare that dared much. Loud called CAMERINUS so careful ears could hear. "This road I ride is gray but red should be instead. Bring your thanes to thrust My thirsty spear clear through. All at once or one by one come feel
my steely blade." Arthur of the Fen faced fierce the tall bold Roman, six armed men followed fast, full wary of the dare. "Do yet the hounds hang back?" howled the warrior's words. Arthur called, "Come to us brave CAMERINUS must, for his fellow curs crawl in our cage and wagers say he is wont to work well sore the galley's oar." (Camerinus said:) "Your knights knelt before us and not so long ago. Our best beer and meat eased their bonds with fair repast. If won this contest could by callous customs foul you are far more famous folk than we hope to be." (Sir Arthur said.) "Your long legs outstep our line, so stand if man you are." Straight the Roman raced them to rush around their ground. (Camerinus said.) "Do you follow then through thorny ways or scorn glory?" (Sir Arthur said.) "You shall not draw us down to sore divide our force." Two men marched silent soft and so around they found the warriors’ broad back. Braver deeds need daring. Sprung thus the timely trap that about the hero closed. So fared the Roman's fate that oft' follows heroes.
 
===THE COMING OF BATTLE BLANCHE===
Left in the wake of waste where Seamus won the fray gathered there were those who thought were lost the caught men. To flee and find safety from the foe showed good sense, the camp's followers felt, before more doom came down. "With one mission we met and made to raid these lands," cried the feast bringer, Blanche. "Bargained we to share fair the hoard of glittering gold. For good support would we well earn our red gold rings. Ripe spoils for loyal friends. Now the bloody chain chafes our champions brave, gravely. I will not leave our lords lacking freedom while we flee to warm soft safety. Steady and true our blue banner should wave to wake wild the deep sleep of heroes." The banner of her band she bound tight round her hair. The kettle's wood cover became the shield she'd wield. For her sword the stout ladle swung, in slight grip, mighty. Armed thus with just jutted jaw she strode the red road. Dust swirled at her sharp step and shadows fled her tread. Wolves ran low with tails tucked from the track of black storms. High above the red road ravens dark barked hungry. Come then did Battle Blanche to break the gates of fate. In her eyes the fire flamed fierce to pierce the guardsmen. Spears drew bewildered back and barred they not her way. Up then paced [[Pendaran Glamorgan|Pendaran]], proud and mighty fighter. The path he dared hold hard and hinder swift her tread. Him, lightning swift, she smote her stroke and broke a shard from out the ladle large, to lodge deep in seat meat. Up then Seamus shouldered to shout above the thane's pain. "Do hold your great spoon still and swat no more men sore. Do you bring ready ransom for rogues the hounds found?" "No ransom I bring," barked Blanche, "but a challenge shall I make to set lords loose. Let them free or fight with me." She raised the buckler brave and brandished ladled hand. Seamus up raised his hands to hold away the blow. "Strike me not with stir sticks for stout heart gained you fame. If for ransom courage counts, complete the debt you met. Take all your heroes home to heal and eat your meal." And so were shackles struck and stalwart heroes followed out from camp Baffle Blanche. Bright savior of the fighters. Fair keeper of the cauldron. Cruel beater of the hip meat. Breaker of the blood brawl. Bride of war and valor.
 
===THE COUNCIL OF THE BLUE WARRIORS===
Bloody sore and great were wounds wrapped fair with careful herbs. Loaded were trestle trays with tasty meats and sweet wine for vigor’s stout strength. Strong were warriors’ hearts. To them was brought the beer to boast with mighty toasts. After wounds sore were soothed, they sat for council round the brands that brightly burned. Brooded then the men of blue. Their Pictish chieftain charged, "Change we now sword for plow? Beaten men here sit sad who scorned once the Norn's thread. Shall we pack gathered goods and grovel to the tall ships, afraid to cringe or crawl or chance a backward glance? Hard we fought and hard fell, For, that's what heroes do. Shall now blades dance at dawn to drive Valkyries nigh?" Men jumped and held high their heads and cried with pride. "Our stand, the morrow marks, may make us fall to death, but none we face will force the field to see us yield. All-Father, may you mark where mighty fights the few."
 
===THE WAR WAIN===
The light of day burned bright and brought the horde of swords to gleam upon the pale plain. Perish there would good men, to drown beneath the broad and bloody flood of battle. Red muzzles of wild wolves woke and spoke the rune. Graf Dinar, ahead his host, hailed loud the proud Seamus. Ended he trusted truce with tribute thrown salute to the warrior's brave blue band standing at the wood's rim. Then thunder rolled roaring and rumbled from the forest. Mead heavy, shield sided, spear bristled, beer laden. The Briar Lord's War Wain was watched by wary eyes. Baftlemaids draped her deck to dare a boarding horde. From kegs, beer flowed foaming to fall in amber splendor. (The Blue Warriors said) "We mean to share the spoils sought by all who brawl here. Come swear your war weapons to well defend this end and see well how we host with heavy keg this levy. Well honored truce we'd toast; you thirsty men to win." But no man fared forward to fast seal the booty deal. Fear of chieftain's gruff glare or greed was worse than thirst. (The Blue Warriors said) "Know then your horns will hold hostage drink from chain links. We will baffle and bind your best men once again."
 
===THE FINAL BATTLE FOR THE LOST LANDS===
Then were champions chosen by chiefs to contest best. DAFYD of the blue banner bore the war challenge. Shields clashed in mounting might and made the blades bite deep. DAFYD swung dripping death and drew he life from strife. A severing blow broke bone to lay his foeman low. Loud then did fierce horns howl to hail the battle gale. Then broke the storm of slaying swords upon the field of shields. Savage halberds harshly hacked to rend attackers. The great shield walls washed with bloody gore and scored with axe bites cruel and crafty, crawled like brawling serpents. The wound blades fiercely fell. Few fled that day of slaying. Rich the raven's fat feast. Full the gorge of gaunt wolves. Seamus won the Lost Lands, his legion shared fair gold. The Lords of Briars bore the brunt of war’s glory. Long their death song sang. The safe way they shunned. On that last daring day drew they Valhalla's maids. Warriors of the banner blue. Bold, lost gold, sea raiders. The eyes of Ulfgar’s son saw the spear rain on Bellmead plain. Well filled was my high home with Gunnioth's heady mead. So ends this skald's saga of that shining battle time.

The Songbook of Ragnar Ulfgarsson

2026-08-26T14:39:34Z

Zubeydah: added links

Herein are the works of Ragnar Ulfgarsson, mundanely known as Ron Snow, shared here through the kindness of his beloved wife, Thordis Hakonarsdottir.

==DRAGON'S GOLD==
 
Below the bones of Ymir, some men have called the keel, 
lay the mighty house of Hrothgar of legendary weal. 
I pounded on the gatepost and was led into the hall; 
they sat me in an honored seat 'tween carven timbers tall. 
Hrothgar bid me welcome as the thralls lay trestles down 
and the hunger burned within me when his daughter's face I found. 
I had heard the tale from suitors that had come to seek her hand, 
how none could meet her bride-price in all this northern land. 
Hrothgar's eyes were glowing across the longfire's light 
as my horn was filled by his daughter's hand the wolves howled in the night. 
"The season's ill for journey," Hrothgar said to me. 
"And your clothes so rich and your manner high bespeak nobility. 
What is it that brings you here so far from kith and kconnin? 
Know that I might aid you that you might call me friend." 
"My journey ended sudden when I saw your daughter fair, 
for I have found what I have sought in maiden beauty rare. 
But, sleep of late eludes me for her face is in my mind, 
so ask the price you seek for her so peace at last I'll find." 
"Oh! Many have sought my daughter's hand but none could meet the price 
And all now gaze on the face of Hel in the land of fire and ice. 
For half the price is in your purse, and half," he said to me, 
"is a treasure hoard in the northern crags that you will fetch for me. 
But, death is there and madness, for a dragon guards the gold. 
But I will have his treasure if my daughter you would hold." 
And his eyes burned in the firelight as greed sparked through his brain. 
My purse I threw before his feet and laughed at rede of bane. 
Oh, you shall have your dragon gold," I said, "And more besides. 
I'll show to you the dragon's head and then I'll claim my bride." 
In three days time I stood before the greedy Hrothgar's seat 
and the dragon gold was spread about and shining at his feet. 
"I will take your daughter now, " I said, "Upon your word." 
But he ran his fingers through the gold as if he had not heard. 
"My daughter's beauty brings me wealth," Hrothgar told me then. 
"And the flow of gold from a suitor's purse might likely never end." 
And his henchmen then surrounded me at a signal from their lord. 
"I fear that I must take your life and keep the dragon's hoard. 
But if others come a-seeking you I'll tell them of your fame, 
of how you slew the dragon e'er it brought you to your bane." 
Then his daughter smiled upon me, then upon the dragon gold 
and I found the girl was like her sire with a heart all frozen cold. 
"I'd have settled for your daughter to end her suitor's quest. 
Although I slew them one and all, they dared disturb my rest. 
Now you would slay me out-of-hand for naught but mortal greed, 
when you have broken faith with me and so the dragon freed." 
Then the mist rolled back from off their sight and I stood in splendor dread. 
With breath of fire and fangs of bronze and scales of crimson red. 
"You'll have no need of a treasure hoard in the land of fire and cold." 
Then I pulled the house of Hrothgar down and then took back my gold. 
 
==DRAGON SHIP==
Foaming furls of the dragon's track 
Sweep toward the craggy shore, 
There to break on rock and reef 
And none can spare the widow's grief 
When they hear the dragon roar. 
Storm god's breath in billowed sail 
Bring down the fire and blood. 
And the wolves drink well 
From the men that fell 
Beneath the northern flood. 
Then the dragon turns as the fires burn high 
To drink the winter's mead 
But a year will fly 
And the time is nigh 
For the Fenris wolf to feed. 
 

==GOOD FORTUNE==
 
Sweet have been the days of my life long and lagged not 
I in bragging boast of fortune that has favored me. 
That hound called Luck found me often. 
Many things am I thankful for 
And for these I shall raise my praise. 
Loyal kinsmen and steadfast friends, 
Fleet ships, a sword's sure grip and mead. 
A good father and family 
Fed me manners with a strong hand. 
They taught me ships and sword and axe 
And sagas of the bold hero's road. 
Wealth I've had and I learned at length that 
It lasts when given to friends. 
More lasting than mountains 
I found friends that did not 
Fade when trading's poor. 
In fear from my face there have fled few women, 
And from that mead vat 
Many a horn have I dipped deep. 
Drank from a woman's breast is wine best. 
Oft' have I sailed the swift swan road 
To swim in the light of Mjolnir's bite 
For the sake of seeing new skies 
That soar above the roaring waves. 
Would good fortune fill the future 
As full and great as fate once did. 
But should it not, my fill I have had 
And held more luck than three score men. 
But when comes the time Skuld severs my songs, 
Let me end life in strife, 
With a final horn, and a sharp sword; 
A seat to win in Odin's hall. 
 
==BATTLESKALD==
He runs before the northern wind 
To cleave the foam with narrow keel 
With one hand on the dragon's prow 
The other clenched 'round thirsty steel. 
Eyes like fire in battle's heat 
From axe and sword the song does ring. 
Come to bathe the world in blood 
The Raven spreads the ebon wing. 
Like thunder borne upon the wind 
The word goes forth in warning dread 
The Battleskald has come again 
The Fenris Wolf has raised his head. 
 
==THE BEAR AND THE ROWAN TREE==
Where the river winds in the forest glen, where the salmon jump in the morning sun, 
When the breath of summer's on the wind, at the break of day the Bear will come, 
And watch the leaping silver fin then slap the water three times three, 
And breakfast there in the forest glen 'neath the spreading shade of the Rowan Tree. 
And her singing leaves will whisper sweet to lull his great and shaggy head; 
Weaving shade for the noonday heat with flowers white and berries red. 
Straight and tall, she stands alone there where the rocky waters start 
With roots that break the mountain stone yet tender twine the great Bear's heart. 
And he will smile a wintry 'sigh and nuzzle soft against her skin 
And feel the scar of years gone by when she had felt the hand of men. 
And his eyes will fill with boiling blood and rumbles growl inside his form 
As anger flows like a raging flood to think of those who wished her harm. 
They came with steel and braying pride and wineskins draped from saddle bow 
And spite was in their very stride and thunder clouds upon their brow. 
They hunted horn from the wild hart's head as handles for their knives so bright, 
The flesh they left for maggot's bread with waste the nature of their spite. 
They stopped to boast and drink their wine beside the rolling riverside 
But of the Bear there was no sign that ever did he there abide. 
Perhaps a bow or shaft of spear the men saw in the Rowan Tree 
And though the tree was young in year the axe bit deep to cut it free. 
Like thunder after lightning's stroke from out the forest came a roar 
And from the woods the fury broke and down upon the men it bore. 
The axe was torn from a shoulder bone and necks, like twigs, were cracked in twain 
The fruit sprung from the seed they'd sown was nourished in the bloody rain. 
But soon the hunters gained their steel, for these were men that knew of war 
But from the death the Bear did deal the ravens numbered one and four. 
With spears they ringed about the beast, determined men with cunning bold. 
One or two he'd kill at least before he felt the blade so cold. 
Then the clouds grew dark and the lightning woke and witchfires danced above the trees; 
In the forest heart there stood an Oak all ringed about with fiery leaves. 
A white Fox stood at the oak tree's side with a grinning Wolf as dark as night; 
An Eagle on the wind did ride above the fiery forest light. 
And the men drew back as the lightning spoke and from the circle tore the Bear 
And when the spell at last was broke a score of men stood cursing there. 
They tracked the beast unto his lair, with spears they charged into the dell 
But from those woods not one did fare and like a shroud the silence fell. 
So, if by chance you ride one day where the river winds in the forest glen 
And under a Rowan Tree you lay when the breath of summer's on the wind; 
If for a time you'd linger there then let your heart dispel despite 
Or you may chance upon the Bear, for the woods have teeth as well as sight. 
And her singing leaves still whisper sweet to lull his great and shaggy head; 
Weaving shade for the noonday heat with flowers white and berries red. 
Straight and tall, she stands alone there where the rocky waters start 
With roots that break the mountain stone yet tender twine the great Bear's heart. 
 
==BIG AXE==
To the land of Ansteorra sailed a Viking one fine day. 
He rowed right up the river toward Bjornsborg, so they say. 
No one dared to ask the reason why he came unto this land, 
For the Viking there among them had a Big Axe in his hand. 
Big Axe in his hand. 
 
It was halfway past September when he swaggered into town. He came striding from 
the south side, slowly looking all around. 
"He's a Viking out for plunder" came the whisper from each man, "and he's here to do 
some mischief with that Big Axe in his hand." 
Big Axe in his hand. 
 
Now in this town there lived a Norman by the name of Jean Pierre. 
He was foppish and a dandy and put perfume in his hair. 
But was vicious and was deadly with the rapier at his side 
And the many men that faced him were the many men that died. 
Many men that died. 
 
The Norman's fame at wenching was a scandal in the land. 
A duchess or a milkmaid were like putty in his hand. 
He would use them for his pleasure and then send them home in shame. 
And their menfolk greatly trembled at the mention of his name. 
Mention of his name. 
 
Now the Viking started talking, made it plain to folks around. 
He'd come here to wreak his vengeance on the Norman in the town. 
Jean Pierre had bed his sister and no bride price had been paid, 
Then he sent her back to Norway only after she's been laid. 
After she'd been laid. 
 
The Norman merely chuckled when the story he did hear, 
Then he sharpened up his rapier and threw down another beer. 
Forty vengeance-seeking brothers he had slain unto the man, 
Forty-one would be the Viking with the Big Axe in his hand. 
Big Axe in his hand. 
 
Well, the morning passed so quickly, it was time for them to meet. 
Wearing puffs and slashes, Jean Pierre stood in the street. 
And the Viking dressed in leather and with furs upon his frame 
Was the object of the snobbish Norman's obvious disdain. 
Obvious disdain. 
 
"I remember now your sister," said the Norman with a smile, 
"You have similar taste in fashion and no sense at all of style. 
I would rather slay your tailor, but I'll kill you where you stand. 
You won't even get a chance to use that Big Axe in your hand." 
Big Axe in your hand. 
 
"I came all the way from Norway," said the Viking with a sneer, 
"Not to enter fashion shows, for you would win, I fear. 
I come here to slay a Norman dog whose blood I've vowed to spill 
And it pleases me to see that you are dressed so fit to kill." 
Dressed so fit to kill. 
 
Jean Pierre glared at the Viking with a face so scarlet red. 
His honor would be only soothed when Viking blood was shed. 
Peasants watched them from their windows, everybody held their breath. 
They knew this Norseman Viking was a hand away from death. 
Hand away from death. 
 
Well, the Norman started forward with red murder in his hand, 
And the minstrels sing the battle was the swiftest in the land. 
The rapier barely cleared its scabbard when the Axe came crashing down 
And the Norman toppled over with a Big Axe in his crown. 
Big Axe in his crown. 
 
It was over in a moment and the folks had gathered round. 
There before them lay the body of the Norman on the ground. 
Well, he might have gone on living, never thought of lying dead... 
But, it's kind of hard to think when there's a Big Axe in your head. 
Big Axe in your head. 
 
Big Axe, Big Axe... 
And it's kind of hard to think when there's a Big Axe in your head, 
Big Axe in your head 
 
==THE BREAKERS AND THE SEA==
Like men clashing in battle 
Rattles the foam sword of sea 
Upon the breakers striking 
The bloodless fight is endless. 
The rocks they shed the sea spray 
Uncaring as yesterday. 
Father, son and grandson 
Will many pass away 
And the rock will yield a chip. 
And the sea will shout a cheer. 
Men will always fight and win. 
Men will always fight and lose. 
Standard on a foreign shore 
Taken there and back again. 
Father loses life and land. 
Son will take it back again. 
So men wage the living war. 
Shore against the endless sea. 
Foam sword breaking on the rock 
Wins a pebble soon forgot. 
 
==THE DEATH OF FALLOWMOON==
"What? Oh, I must have nodded off again to dream of another day 
As I often do on wintry nights when the fog rolls down from the starry heights 
And I think of those times and those glorious fights... 
When my head was not so gray. 
There were four of us but we stood as one 'neath a pale and fallow moon, 
And we laughed at life and we laughed at death that often came too soon. 
We tore at life like a haunch of meat and swallowed it whole and lean. 
We took it first and held it last and we drank in the in-between. 
But, the time drew nigh as we knew it must when the final deeds be done 
And each we found the other's face and grinned at the fight to come. 
We held that ground upon the strand with our backs against the sea. 
Then Raimon fell 'neath the battle's din with a cut that was meant for me. 
I cursed him sound and shook his head, "Nay! You will not depart." 
"Drain a cup for me," he said, and died with a laugh in his heart. 
We three fought on with blooded steel till the sun turned dark and red. 
Then across the sands that drank their blood our foemen broke and fled. 
Then Erland with a score of wounds stood bloody at my side. 
"I think I'll sit me down to rest," he said before he died. 
In the dark I raged about those dunes with a mist upon my sight, 
But no foe I found to slake the thirst that burned me dry that night. 
They say Athena wandered off with a song borne on the wind. 
I found an oak where her footsteps stopped but she was never seen again. 
Then I cursed the life and I cursed the death and I cursed the blood and bone; 
And I cursed the gods that left me there, that left me there alone. 
What? Oh, I must have wandered off again to dream of another day, 
As I often do on wintry nights when the fog rolls down from the starry heights 
And I think of those times and those glorious fights... 
When my head was not so gray." 
 
==DRINK TO THE SWORD==
(Chorus) 
Let's... drink to the sword that sings merry in battle. 
And drink to the foemen who gallantly die. 
Let's lift up our horns and drink deep till tomorrow. 
Let's drink deep the mead till the barrel runs dry. 
 
And what shall we do when tomorrow comes early? 
And what shall we do when tomorrow comes nigh? 
We'll take to the longships and set the sail smartly. 
We'll take to the longships and set the sail high. 
 
And... (Chorus) 
And what shall we do if the north wind is blowing? 
And what shall we do if the north wind is tame? 
By sail or by oar we will hasten to England 
To pillage and plunder for fortune and fame. 
And... (Chorus) 
 
And what shall we do if a storm comes a-squalling 
With thunder and lightning and rain on the sea? 
We'll bail out the water and lift up our voices 
And sign with the hammer so Odin will see. 
And... (Chorus) 
 
And what shall we do when we land there in England 
Beside a tall fortress so strong and so bold? 
We'll pound on our shields till the walls are a-crumbling 
Then cut down the soldiers and take all the gold. 
And... (Chorus) 
 
And what shall we do if the soldiers are many 
A thousand or more who will stand unafraid? 
We'll sing 'em a song with great smiles on our faces 
For we are but merchants who've come here to trade. 
 
==I LOANED MY SWORD TO ORI==
I loaned my sword to Ori, he brought it back today,
in four and twenty pieces, and here's what he had to say:
“Those Irishmen, they're drinkers,” But that was no surprise. 
“And they brew this mighty whiskey that brings tears unto the eyes. 
Well, we struggled through the evening, three Irishmen and me, 
and walking back I missed the track and stumbled in the scree. 
I must have landed on the flat or it would have been my bane 
for when I awoke, I saw your sword was neatly cleft in twain. 
I then sailed on to England where I met this Saxon knight 
and he laughed out loud when he saw your sword so we just had to fight. 
Well, when my wounds were healed, I saw your sword and it was a sorry sight; 
the hilt was broke, the pommel too, and the handgrip wasn't right. 
In Normandy I saw a herd of cattle on a hill 
and I thought to take my pick of them when I heard this voice so shrill. 
A farmer's wife laid on me with this fork for pitching hay. 
Oh, I wasn't hurt, but oh your sword, had seen a better day. 
So now I bring it back to you a little worse for wear 
but from my tale a fool could see I treated it with care. 
But when next I come a-seeking for the borrow of a blade 
kindly loan me one that is a little better made.” 
Have a care when someone seeks to borrow what he lacks 
but it won't be good old Ori, for I killed him with my axe. 
 
==THE KING AT HIS WINDOW==
At chamber window stood the king 
The long and sleepless night was done 
Soon Saint Michael's bells would ring 
And cold of night may warm with dawn. 
Eyes were red 'neath heavy brow 
Burdened now with golden crown. 
Once a young man, eyes aglow, 
Now a king whose youth had flown. 
Friends he had both old and young 
Buried now beneath the clay 
Pledged to fight till battles won, 
Silent now till Judgment Day. 
Yeoman bent behind the plow, 
Peasant, beggar at the bowl; 
He, their king, their servant now, 
His crown a chain unto their hold. 
A horse stands in the stable row, 
Strong and young as he had been. 
Slip the tether, watch him go 
Seek the freedom of the wind. 
Send your spirit after him, 
Run and frolic on the sward, 
Smell the land upon the wind, 
Freedom won by blood and sword. 
A velvet touch, a silken sound, 
His queen is standing at his side. 
Lips that make the blood still pound 
Like a stallion in his youthful pride. 
The darkness fades as the old eyes laugh. 
Saint Michael's bells ring loud and long. 
Old wounds he will always have 
And a lady fair to keep him young. 
 
==OLAF'S HOUSE==
Red Orm and Sigmund and Ivar and me 
We were over at Olaf's as drunk as could be. 
We were laughing and singing while downing our mead 
When Olaf fell over face down in his feed. 
“Oh, let's play a joke on old Olaf,” Orm said. 
And we all started laughing and nodding our heads. 
“Now we just have to think of a joke that is grand, 
One that does honor our slumbering friend, 
For he ever is asking us over to dine 
So the joke that we play must be funny and fine.” 
“I have it!” said Ivar, “Let's drag him outdoors, 
Set fire to his haystack and wait till it roars, 
Then holler and scream till he wakes with alarm 
And tell him some reavers are burning his farm.” 
Oh, we laughed till the tears rolled out of our eyes 
Then we grabbed sleeping Olaf and drug him outside. 
With torches we staggered to the great mound of hay 
Then I thought of a funnier joke we could play. 
“Let's pile this great stack by his door so it seems 
That his house is afire, from the floor to the beams.” 
Oh, laughing we stumbled with arms full of hay 
Anxious to hear what old Olaf would say. 
But we were puffing and panting from six loads apiece 
Then Sigmund, he held up his hand so we'd cease. 
And we listened with care as we set our loads down. 
He said, “Let's burn Olaf's house down to the ground.” 
Then he puffed up his chest and continued with pride, 
“And let's do it with Olaf still sleeping inside.” 
Oh, we rolled on the ground at the thought of that joke 
We were laughing so hard that we started to choke. 
Then we drug sleeping Olaf (still snoring) inside. 
We tossed him in bed and made sure he was tied. 
Then we picked up our gear and the horns and the mead 
And then we began this most humorous deed. 
We closed tight the door and jammed shut the latch, 
We picked up the torches and fired up the thatch, 
Then we ran to the hill for a view of the sight 
Of old Olaf's house all aglow in the night. 
That hall was a maelstrom that burned ever higher, 
Then we shouted, “Hey Olaf! Your house is on fire.” 
And we heard him to bellow out curses, but then, 
I think he did laugh when the timbers caved in. 
Then we knew that no matter how hard we would seek 
T'was the best joke we've played on old Olaf all week. 
 
==THE OUTLAND WAR==
Thunder split the span of heaven, 
Loudly Mjolnir crossed the cloud vault, 
Banners of Bjornsborg marching, 
Stalked the Bear into the westland, 
There to strive with Outland spearmen; 
Cleave the western ash tree forest. 
Dread the weapons of the warriors, 
Grimly did the Bear's teeth glisten. 
Loud the drums of war were beating 
Outland hammers beat the war song. 
Through the night the warriors waited 
In the dark their spears they sharpened 
Ravens, rain soaked perched in tree tops, 
In the branches lurked the feasters; 
Patient waiting for the slaughter, 
Hungry for the flesh of heroes. 
Gray the sky upon the morning 
Dark the day was stiff at dawning. 
Spears did rumble on their bucklers 
Shield wall formed of clashing weapons 
Champions strode before their war band 
Mighty heroes in the forefront 
Calling challenge cross the meadow 
Where Bjornsborg stood like oak trees. 
Randall, chieftain of the warriors 
Thane of valiant swordmen leading 
Followed Mari's pointed spear arm 
Straight the way she pointed clearly 
Where the battle boils the loudest 
Where the glory lasts forever 
There shall wave Bjornborg's banner 
Rooted in the blood of foemen. 
Patrick called his trusted leigemen 
Bade them meet the champions boldly 
Helms were hewn by Randall's wound blade 
Shields were sundered by his hacking. 
Thorgard set his axe to biting 
Nesting redly in the heart meat. 
Swift were slain the Outland champions 
Quick their passing from the sagas. 
War horns bellowed from the shield walls 
Blowing gales of howling warriors 
Deep the sea of Outland spearmen 
Rolled their wave upon the breakers 
Splitting from the roaring torrent 
A tempest to engulf our forces 
Cunning currents swirled and eddied 
Toward the harbor of the Bear's Teeth. 
Golden reefs upon the shoreline 
Tempered stone to check the storm flood 
Braved the Bear the coiling blood tide 
Standing granite on the shoreline 
Broke the rushing sea to red foam 
Tore the mighty suge asunder. 
Grim the jaws that shook their shield wall 
Red the fangs that drank their marrow. 
Through the heart the Outlands wounded 
Coursing blood that tainted rivers 
Took their stand on dripping timbers 
On the red bridge held their heroes. 
Twice their spear points never wavered 
Steady stood the ash gray tree blades 
Then our hungry axes feasted 
Cleaving down the Outland forest. 
 

==SIGMUND THE WINGFOOTED==
Let the river flow from the bison's spear. 
Hear the blood staffs beat on the wall of shields. 
For to the land of Ansteorra fair 
Rides Sigmund standing on a golden shield 
High the shield of the mighty king is borne. 
Sworn eagle brother of the dark plume spoke, 
“Our kinsmen follow him from out the east 
To feast upon the deep wound dew he leaves.” 
The spear footed falcon with fierce far eyes 
And knees that only bend before the brave 
Bowed unto the king upon the high throne, 
“By your leave, your glove I'd perch upon.” 
The king has returned in shining glory. 
All who know him resound his victories. 
A high seat will greet him in the gold hall 
And the Raven God will smile when he sings. 
The Fimbrol winter shall splinter the land 
And the day of the wolf shall fall at last 
Before a greater King and Queen shall stand 
Upon the northern land of Midgard's realm. 
 
==SKAGERRAK==
I saw her once upon the jut of rocky spur at Skagerrak. 
So fair she was, like snow-capped peaks 
Above the height of Midgard's realm. 
With hair as red as stormy skies of clouds 
In morning's sunlit dawn. 
I saw her once and then the gale 
Had tossed the sea between our sight. 
But I'll ne'er forget that one keen glance 
That pierced my heart with beauty's might, 
That held our eyes in thunder light 
Around the crag of Skagerrak. 
 
==SONG OF THE BORDERMEN==
Rugged and rough is the kingdom's edge 
Far from the high king's court. 
The land is hard and the life is harsh 
And oftentimes is short. 
The outpost there at the kingdom's edge 
Is first to taste the steel, 
But the Bordermen will bear the brunt 
And die before they yield. 
Chorus: 
So, our laughter is longer and louder than most 
And the mead we drink faster than ever it's poured, 
For the men of the Border have found that the dancing 
Is sweetest when danced on the edge of the sword. 
Our leather we dye with foemen blood 
Our swords know naught of rust. 
We ward the gates to the southern lands 
And ever hold that trust. 
If ever you see a warrior stride 
With eyes so fierce and bold, 
You'll know he's done a turn on the wall 
In an outpost border hold. 
(Chorus) 
We take our pleasure as we can 
By this be not dismayed, 
For the fire that sheds the brightest light 
Must sooner die and fade. 
So sleep ye safe in your silks and furs 
And in your great halls dine. 
For they keep the wolf beyond the wall 
Who keep the borderline. 
(Chorus) 
 
==SONG OF THE FREE COMPANY==
We are the men the men of the Free Company. 
We fight for a purse of gold and a horn of mead. 
From Sarkland sands to the Irish coast 
We fight for the side what pays the most 
For we are the men the men of the Free Company. 
Well I got no wife and I call no place my home, 
But I got me a girl for the night and a sword I own. 
But sunrise calls and the line forms up 
And that's the drink of the soldier's cup. 
I'll march with the men the men of the Free Company, 
Now I don't mind the cold and I don't mind the rain and mud 
For the bottle's joined and the fire is in my blood. 
Who cares if the devil is on your side? 
I got my pay and I got my pride, 
The pride of a man, a man of the Free Company. 
If I fall 'neath the ranks with an arrow in my side 
And my blood flows out in a wave of battle's tide. 
Where many a man has met his bane 
Another steps up to fight again 
And hold the line the line of the Free Company. 
So let's drink to the men who've died and to them what live. 
Let's drink to us what takes and to them what gives. 
Let's drink to the mothers who born us free. 
A soldier's life is the life for me. 
A soldier marching on with the Free Company, 
We are the men the men of the Free Company. 
We fight for a purse of gold and a horn of mead. 
From Sarkland sands to the Irish coast 
We fight for the side what pays the most 
For we are the men the men of the Free Company. 
 

==SONG OF THE REAVERS==
The fjord cracks through the ice and frost. 
The mist burns off the lowland lea. 
Planks are caulked with rope and peat, 
And dragon wings beat toward the sea. 
Guthrum rides the Bloody Mare. 
The Dolphin swims at Rolf's command. 
Thorkel flies the Raven's Wing. 
The Dark Wolf prowls beneath my hand. 
The coast is furrowed by our keels. 
Thirsty spears drink deep and red. 
Bows are bent with feathered death, 
And axes growl until they're fed. 
We take the road of foam and wake. 
With sail we chain the rolling storm. 
From out the north the sea we break, 
To shake the world with battle horn. 
Like hammer fire across the sky, 
Like thunder borne upon the wind. 
With hearts of iron and blades of steel, 
We ride to hell and back again. 
 
 
==WAR COUNSEL==
Hear, O King, the council 
carved in the sword tree's heart. 
Heed not the cold cruel rede 
that calls for brawling blood. 
The Outland trolls lure loud 
to lead men into their den. 
Their corpse breath foul does fuel 
the fires of red vengeance. 
Revenge will foul our fame 
and find us only scorn. 
Hollow is wars winning 
where valor does not fare. 
Let noble daring deeds 
be done to claim our fame. 
And should to fate we fall 
fame shall name us heroes. 
Around you shining shields 
and shirts of iron rings sing 
the strong storm song of war. 
Staunch are warrior hearts. 
Let our noble Star stride 
the steep and shining climes. 
So lead, O king, westward 
where waits valor's glory. 
 

==BLARDRENGIR SAGA==
(THE SAGA OF THE BLUE WARRIORS) 
''This Work is written in the Drottkvaett (Court Measure) of 9th century Skaldic Poetry. The early scalds, such as Bragi the Old and Egill Skalla-Grimsson, were less strict with the rules governing this poetic style than were later scalds. Those rules were as follows: Each line must be of six syllables, though some syllables may be "quick" or "long". Eight lines will comprise a strophe. The odd numbered lines must contain two alliterating syllables (called pillars). The even numbered lines must contain a syllable called the main stave) that alliterates with those in the above odd numbered line. In some cases, there was only one, seldom more than two, alliterating syllables in the odd numbered line, but those were exceptions. Half and full syllabic rhyme could be used liberally throughout the piece but seemed to have been mandatory in the fourth and eighth line.'' 
 
''This story is based on the Battle for the Lost Lands that arose in the kingdom of Ansteorra during the reign of King Michael. Duke Seamus, Graf Dinar and Baron Olaf each raised an army to contend for possession of the disputed land that was said to be the birthplace of the Ansteorran kingdom. Much wealth and many artifacts were said to be buried there. Baron Olaf and his army met with many mishaps on the way to the baffle. Only seventeen men arrived to fight under his blue banner. Duke Seamus and Graf Dinar actually had only thirty to forty men each. I had pledged my support to Baron Olaf and arrived to find his seventeen warriors already swaggering like saga-heroes. They were vastly outnumbered but were determined to ride the glory road. What occurred was the stuff of sagas and so it was written.'' 
 
Fast the glory road is ridden 
and rise will the wise man early, 
for high deeds are done by day, 
and the rough day is short enough. 

===HOW BARON OLAF'S PLAN TO RAID THE LOST LANDS WENT AWRY===
Olaf of Karkov called helm trees 
to come ride the wide foam road 
for the Lost Land where booty 
for bold men lay gleaming gold. 
A hundred raised sworn swords 
and steely made the raider's song, 
for who is loathe to leave 
lofty halls when glory calls. 
 
A hundred men set sail 
to explore the lore-sung land, 
and bring the bright legend 
hoard aboard brilliant decks. 
But ill luck wrought the Raven Go 
to bring cold Ran her watered gold. 
Wide the trestle feast she spread 
for soggy bread brings bright rings. 
Few of the sea steed herd 
safe sailed that whale road. 
Still beckoned the Lost Lands, 
from ill luck to pluck riches. 
Bold spear-friends they found 
when fair to land the band came; 
for Olaf's call was clear 
to southern kin and shield men. 
But spied they chieftains come 
to check with might their right. 
Embers from camp flames flew, 
fierce gleamed and seemed like stars. 
Like yellow grain sprang greed with 
grim men to win the harvest. 
By morning would gray geese fly 
down to lakes of bloody ground. 
Iron-hammered steel struck 
the startled flight of night birds 
as straight warriors wrought 
the wound blades soon to work. 
The men Olaf called came 
to pick camp in thick woods, 
the better to watch the way 
and when weary sleep deep. 
 
===THE GATHERING OF THE RAIDERS===
The camps the scouts skirted 
and said when spied they wide: 
"Seamus of the Cats called 
his carls to camp to hamper 
Dinar the grim Graf and 
great dreams of Olaf's plunder. 
A hundred shields show 
bold the gold of Seamus. 
Another hundred purple hang, 
the hand of Dinar's man to show. 
Few we are, but mighty men 
and mighty men may win the day. 
Let our count number now 
the names who seek the hero's fame 
that stands where shields clash cold 
when light marks the killing fight." 
Forth strode staunch CAMERINUS 
his spear wood stood beside 
his shieldman, sturdy STEPHEN. 
Then up stalked hard RISHARD 
and weapon-girt GAIUS 
with minds to gain great fame. 
Bold CORRBIN fierce in firelight 
followed blame ridden ROLLO. 
Battlemaid bright, BRIGITTA 
and [Connall MacNaghten|CONNALL]], bred for red slaughter, 
with SEAN LINDSEY laughed 
loud till dawn through battle songs. 
DUNCAN MacLEOID'S lifted 
blade open laid the ale cask, 
then FURY BAN McMORN filled 
full the cup he lifted up. 
ALREK and broken toed TARL 
together downed brown ale. 
Dagger-eyed DAFYD dared 
the morrow's doom with brave AVERY. 
The giant KARL smiled sly 
as stone honed his broad axe 
and DANIEL told of dark days 
and dire ones soon to bloom. 
Then to Olaf's camp came 
a few to crew the hold; 
and found the fighter's 
pack fair victuals lacked. 
For the warrior's weal 
welcome drew Ana'Stacia. 
From far [[Bjornsborg]], Blanche 
brought the fat battle feast. 
Red tressed Bonnie's timely 
tread brought the hero's bread. 
From the south sought Moonbear, 
shining battle gold to hold; 
with Ragnar to take the tale 
and tell well the bold saga. 
Thus had the number named 
now to swim the grim blood sea. 
 
===THE CHOOSING OF THE CHIEFTAIN===
Though his doom drove Olaf down to Niord's tall hall, his bold banner will wave for his wierd steered the course. But must a chief be chosen, the champion's fame to aim and point the straight spear down storm roads red to tread. Since Olaf's ships lost land only luck and skill plucks fruit from the baffle trees the field grows on the morrow. Must be cunning and craft the rede that leads this crew. So what fierce chief fares to make the wake they follow? Gave the Roman this rede: On the red field they'll wield not the sharper sword, but many stand ten to one against us. So the woods our plan must make, most to strike like a hound at the heel of the host and him
drag down to ground. FURY BAN MacMORN followed: The forest boar cuts deep as did my Pictish people; so do we pursue them. We shall be the wild wind that wreaks blood streaks. Of these briar lands, Lords our lofty claim names us. This Pict the raiders raised upon the red shield and said, "You shall steer our quick course to carry us to victory. Of our band the banner and bane of foemen slain, blue as wode will it be, to wave the brave men on."
 
===THE BRIAR LORDS DEAL WITH DINAR TO BATTLE SEAMUS===
The Pict in dark night did dare fare to Dinar's fire. The white shield he bore bade behind their line safe pass. Received Graf Dinar his gifts and gave an ear to hear spoke the battle bargain bold, the lost gold to claim. At light's dawn the Gold Duke down the baffle track did sound his array of bright byrnies. Barred there his pass Dinar's men held grim their halberds. A host to reap the gold wheat. Formed Seamus his shield wall to spite the wound grouse flight. The shield line bright spears stung. Swords pranced the silver dance. Purple halberds hacked gold, as howling spears shed red. Kicked and shivered shield walls, biting like fighting stallions. Then from the flanking forest flew the blue warriors. Like a thursur's back broke by Mjolnir's bite the bright
shield wall shuddered and fell. With spears fear raised men from the rent gap ran; bright red blades made them swift. Scorn words Seamus shouted, his shieldmen to group again. The blood struck fierce and fast the fold of golden sheep until the Lion roared his wrath and raised up their dazed shields. Back to the forest ferns fell the dire Briar Lords. Men, at the lure leaping left red dew on blue spears. Tight held the shields of Seamus shone they though less brightly. The far way back they fought; forest dread sped them home. Silver ransom weal rode raiders heavy laden; bright rings bought noble heads and stealth brought golden wealth.
 
===THE WRATH OF THE GOLD DUKE===
Vengeance the Gold Cat called on the camp the raiders made. Malice, his mind, steeped strong for storms thundered under gold helms badly battered. Black venom from men's hearts. His greatest heroes gave grave oaths sworn with brave words. At dawn rode ready men when raider tracks hounds found. The forest broad they braved, the bright teeth of wolves to pull. Wary they traveled the trail, a tread soft led the host. But a trail covered cannot long conceal the ale song. From raider beards fell foam from fearless horns of beer. Loudly mead-soaked heroes howled in the hall of the tall forest. Then fell hard upon heads the great hammer of Seamus. The victory ale's cold keg must not be cracked too soon. Men with foggy brains brawled to break away from slayers. Quick were scattered weapons snatched to scar the cold gold shields. But the fight the mead marked and men swayed in the fray. Brave FURY BAN MacMORN fell sore before the Duke's fist. The shield of strong STEPHEN staunch guarded his liege lord. Retreat called CAMERINUS, but came to this aim none. Then hard the battle band of men beat STEPHEN down. Enraged, the Roman swore vengeance red on gold heads. The safe haven few found of forest wide for hiding. Wet chains wrapped the raiders. Red the bands bound round them. In thralldom lay the lofty crew the call of Olaf drew. The net of wrath Seamus wrought tight wrung the blue fighters.
 
===HOW CAMERINUS CAME TO STAND BEFORE THE STRONGHOLD OF SEAMUS===
But one escaped to claim the cloak of forest oak. Speedy were his long legs and light as nightfall's dew. CAMERINUS slew some sly loud hounds that found him. In a leafy loft he I lay to plan man-slaughter. The Roman found no friends where foes had made their raid. The shattered shield of STEPHEN showed where the bowyer fell. The trampled grass dark grew; grim from the rain of blood stains. He tight gripped his great spear and grimly stalked the open road. Bloody raiders railed at rusty chains and wound pain. Sour wine and bark bread was broke to choke the heroes. "Slim the ransom from landless lords," did muse Duke Seamus. "Where is your cunning craft? Can luck pluck no ransom?" A warning the gate guards gave of a tall man standing with a staunch and fearless stance, and a stare that dared much. Loud called CAMERINUS so careful ears could hear. "This road I ride is gray but red should be instead. Bring your thanes to thrust My thirsty spear clear through. All at once or one by one come feel
my steely blade." Arthur of the Fen faced fierce the tall bold Roman, six armed men followed fast, full wary of the dare. "Do yet the hounds hang back?" howled the warrior's words. Arthur called, "Come to us brave CAMERINUS must, for his fellow curs crawl in our cage and wagers say he is wont to work well sore the galley's oar." (Camerinus said:) "Your knights knelt before us and not so long ago. Our best beer and meat eased their bonds with fair repast. If won this contest could by callous customs foul you are far more famous folk than we hope to be." (Sir Arthur said.) "Your long legs outstep our line, so stand if man you are." Straight the Roman raced them to rush around their ground. (Camerinus said.) "Do you follow then through thorny ways or scorn glory?" (Sir Arthur said.) "You shall not draw us down to sore divide our force." Two men marched silent soft and so around they found the warriors’ broad back. Braver deeds need daring. Sprung thus the timely trap that about the hero closed. So fared the Roman's fate that oft' follows heroes.
 
===THE COMING OF BATTLE BLANCHE===
Left in the wake of waste where Seamus won the fray gathered there were those who thought were lost the caught men. To flee and find safety from the foe showed good sense, the camp's followers felt, before more doom came down. "With one mission we met and made to raid these lands," cried the feast bringer, Blanche. "Bargained we to share fair the hoard of glittering gold. For good support would we well earn our red gold rings. Ripe spoils for loyal friends. Now the bloody chain chafes our champions brave, gravely. I will not leave our lords lacking freedom while we flee to warm soft safety. Steady and true our blue banner should wave to wake wild the deep sleep of heroes." The banner of her band she bound tight round her hair. The kettle's wood cover became the shield she'd wield. For her sword the stout ladle swung, in slight grip, mighty. Armed thus with just jutted jaw she strode the red road. Dust swirled at her sharp step and shadows fled her tread. Wolves ran low with tails tucked from the track of black storms. High above the red road ravens dark barked hungry. Come then did Battle Blanche to break the gates of fate. In her eyes the fire flamed fierce to pierce the guardsmen. Spears drew bewildered back and barred they not her way. Up then paced [[Pendaran Glamorgan|Pendaran]], proud and mighty fighter. The path he dared hold hard and hinder swift her tread. Him, lightning swift, she smote her stroke and broke a shard from out the ladle large, to lodge deep in seat meat. Up then Seamus shouldered to shout above the thane's pain. "Do hold your great spoon still and swat no more men sore. Do you bring ready ransom for rogues the hounds found?" "No ransom I bring," barked Blanche, "but a challenge shall I make to set lords loose. Let them free or fight with me." She raised the buckler brave and brandished ladled hand. Seamus up raised his hands to hold away the blow. "Strike me not with stir sticks for stout heart gained you fame. If for ransom courage counts, complete the debt you met. Take all your heroes home to heal and eat your meal." And so were shackles struck and stalwart heroes followed out from camp Baffle Blanche. Bright savior of the fighters. Fair keeper of the cauldron. Cruel beater of the hip meat. Breaker of the blood brawl. Bride of war and valor.
 
===THE COUNCIL OF THE BLUE WARRIORS===
Bloody sore and great were wounds wrapped fair with careful herbs. Loaded were trestle trays with tasty meats and sweet wine for vigor’s stout strength. Strong were warriors’ hearts. To them was brought the beer to boast with mighty toasts. After wounds sore were soothed, they sat for council round the brands that brightly burned. Brooded then the men of blue. Their Pictish chieftain charged, "Change we now sword for plow? Beaten men here sit sad who scorned once the Norn's thread. Shall we pack gathered goods and grovel to the tall ships, afraid to cringe or crawl or chance a backward glance? Hard we fought and hard fell, For, that's what heroes do. Shall now blades dance at dawn to drive Valkyries nigh?" Men jumped and held high their heads and cried with pride. "Our stand, the morrow marks, may make us fall to death, but none we face will force the field to see us yield. All-Father, may you mark where mighty fights the few."
 
===THE WAR WAIN===
The light of day burned bright and brought the horde of swords to gleam upon the pale plain. Perish there would good men, to drown beneath the broad and bloody flood of battle. Red muzzles of wild wolves woke and spoke the rune. Graf Dinar, ahead his host, hailed loud the proud Seamus. Ended he trusted truce with tribute thrown salute to the warrior's brave blue band standing at the wood's rim. Then thunder rolled roaring and rumbled from the forest. Mead heavy, shield sided, spear bristled, beer laden. The Briar Lord's War Wain was watched by wary eyes. Baftlemaids draped her deck to dare a boarding horde. From kegs, beer flowed foaming to fall in amber splendor. (The Blue Warriors said) "We mean to share the spoils sought by all who brawl here. Come swear your war weapons to well defend this end and see well how we host with heavy keg this levy. Well honored truce we'd toast; you thirsty men to win." But no man fared forward to fast seal the booty deal. Fear of chieftain's gruff glare or greed was worse than thirst. (The Blue Warriors said) "Know then your horns will hold hostage drink from chain links. We will baffle and bind your best men once again."
 
===THE FINAL BATTLE FOR THE LOST LANDS===
Then were champions chosen by chiefs to contest best. DAFYD of the blue banner bore the war challenge. Shields clashed in mounting might and made the blades bite deep. DAFYD swung dripping death and drew he life from strife. A severing blow broke bone to lay his foeman low. Loud then did fierce horns howl to hail the battle gale. Then broke the storm of slaying swords upon the field of shields. Savage halberds harshly hacked to rend attackers. The great shield walls washed with bloody gore and scored with axe bites cruel and crafty, crawled like brawling serpents. The wound blades fiercely fell. Few fled that day of slaying. Rich the raven's fat feast. Full the gorge of gaunt wolves. Seamus won the Lost Lands, his legion shared fair gold. The Lords of Briars bore the brunt of war’s glory. Long their death song sang. The safe way they shunned. On that last daring day drew they Valhalla's maids. Warriors of the banner blue. Bold, lost gold, sea raiders. The eyes of Ulfgar’s son saw the spear rain on Bellmead plain. Well filled was my high home with Gunnioth's heady mead. So ends this skald's saga of that shining battle time.

The Songbook of Ragnar Ulfgarsson

2026-08-26T04:31:37Z

Zubeydah:

Herein are the works of Ragnar Ulfgarsson, mundanely known as Ron Snow, shared here through the kindness of his beloved wife, Thordis Hakonarsdottir.

==DRAGON'S GOLD==
 
Below the bones of Ymir, some men have called the keel, 
lay the mighty house of Hrothgar of legendary weal. 
I pounded on the gatepost and was led into the hall; 
they sat me in an honored seat 'tween carven timbers tall. 
Hrothgar bid me welcome as the thralls lay trestles down 
and the hunger burned within me when his daughter's face I found. 
I had heard the tale from suitors that had come to seek her hand, 
how none could meet her bride-price in all this northern land. 
Hrothgar's eyes were glowing across the longfire's light 
as my horn was filled by his daughter's hand the wolves howled in the night. 
"The season's ill for journey," Hrothgar said to me. 
"And your clothes so rich and your manner high bespeak nobility. 
What is it that brings you here so far from kith and kin? 
Know that I might aid you that you might call me friend." 
"My journey ended sudden when I saw your daughter fair, 
for I have found what I have sought in maiden beauty rare. 
But, sleep of late eludes me for her face is in my mind, 
so ask the price you seek for her so peace at last I'll find." 
"Oh! Many have sought my daughter's hand but none could meet the price 
And all now gaze on the face of Hel in the land of fire and ice. 
For half the price is in your purse, and half," he said to me, 
"is a treasure hoard in the northern crags that you will fetch for me. 
But, death is there and madness, for a dragon guards the gold. 
But I will have his treasure if my daughter you would hold." 
And his eyes burned in the firelight as greed sparked through his brain. 
My purse I threw before his feet and laughed at rede of bane. 
Oh, you shall have your dragon gold," I said, "And more besides. 
I'll show to you the dragon's head and then I'll claim my bride." 
In three days time I stood before the greedy Hrothgar's seat 
and the dragon gold was spread about and shining at his feet. 
"I will take your daughter now, " I said, "Upon your word." 
But he ran his fingers through the gold as if he had not heard. 
"My daughter's beauty brings me wealth," Hrothgar told me then. 
"And the flow of gold from a suitor's purse might likely never end." 
And his henchmen then surrounded me at a signal from their lord. 
"I fear that I must take your life and keep the dragon's hoard. 
But if others come a-seeking you I'll tell them of your fame, 
of how you slew the dragon e'er it brought you to your bane." 
Then his daughter smiled upon me, then upon the dragon gold 
and I found the girl was like her sire with a heart all frozen cold. 
"I'd have settled for your daughter to end her suitor's quest. 
Although I slew them one and all, they dared disturb my rest. 
Now you would slay me out-of-hand for naught but mortal greed, 
when you have broken faith with me and so the dragon freed." 
Then the mist rolled back from off their sight and I stood in splendor dread. 
With breath of fire and fangs of bronze and scales of crimson red. 
"You'll have no need of a treasure hoard in the land of fire and cold." 
Then I pulled the house of Hrothgar down and then took back my gold. 
 
==DRAGON SHIP==
Foaming furls of the dragon's track 
Sweep toward the craggy shore, 
There to break on rock and reef 
And none can spare the widow's grief 
When they hear the dragon roar. 
Storm god's breath in billowed sail 
Bring down the fire and blood. 
And the wolves drink well 
From the men that fell 
Beneath the northern flood. 
Then the dragon turns as the fires burn high 
To drink the winter's mead 
But a year will fly 
And the time is nigh 
For the Fenris wolf to feed. 
 

==GOOD FORTUNE==
 
Sweet have been the days of my life long and lagged not 
I in bragging boast of fortune that has favored me. 
That hound called Luck found me often. 
Many things am I thankful for 
And for these I shall raise my praise. 
Loyal kinsmen and steadfast friends, 
Fleet ships, a sword's sure grip and mead. 
A good father and family 
Fed me manners with a strong hand. 
They taught me ships and sword and axe 
And sagas of the bold hero's road. 
Wealth I've had and I learned at length that 
It lasts when given to friends. 
More lasting than mountains 
I found friends that did not 
Fade when trading's poor. 
In fear from my face there have fled few women, 
And from that mead vat 
Many a horn have I dipped deep. 
Drank from a woman's breast is wine best. 
Oft' have I sailed the swift swan road 
To swim in the light of Mjolnir's bite 
For the sake of seeing new skies 
That soar above the roaring waves. 
Would good fortune fill the future 
As full and great as fate once did. 
But should it not, my fill I have had 
And held more luck than three score men. 
But when comes the time Skuld severs my songs, 
Let me end life in strife, 
With a final horn, and a sharp sword; 
A seat to win in Odin's hall. 
 
==BATTLESKALD==
He runs before the northern wind 
To cleave the foam with narrow keel 
With one hand on the dragon's prow 
The other clenched 'round thirsty steel. 
Eyes like fire in battle's heat 
From axe and sword the song does ring. 
Come to bathe the world in blood 
The Raven spreads the ebon wing. 
Like thunder borne upon the wind 
The word goes forth in warning dread 
The Battleskald has come again 
The Fenris Wolf has raised his head. 
 
==THE BEAR AND THE ROWAN TREE==
Where the river winds in the forest glen, where the salmon jump in the morning sun, 
When the breath of summer's on the wind, at the break of day the Bear will come, 
And watch the leaping silver fin then slap the water three times three, 
And breakfast there in the forest glen 'neath the spreading shade of the Rowan Tree. 
And her singing leaves will whisper sweet to lull his great and shaggy head; 
Weaving shade for the noonday heat with flowers white and berries red. 
Straight and tall, she stands alone there where the rocky waters start 
With roots that break the mountain stone yet tender twine the great Bear's heart. 
And he will smile a wintry 'sigh and nuzzle soft against her skin 
And feel the scar of years gone by when she had felt the hand of men. 
And his eyes will fill with boiling blood and rumbles growl inside his form 
As anger flows like a raging flood to think of those who wished her harm. 
They came with steel and braying pride and wineskins draped from saddle bow 
And spite was in their very stride and thunder clouds upon their brow. 
They hunted horn from the wild hart's head as handles for their knives so bright, 
The flesh they left for maggot's bread with waste the nature of their spite. 
They stopped to boast and drink their wine beside the rolling riverside 
But of the Bear there was no sign that ever did he there abide. 
Perhaps a bow or shaft of spear the men saw in the Rowan Tree 
And though the tree was young in year the axe bit deep to cut it free. 
Like thunder after lightning's stroke from out the forest came a roar 
And from the woods the fury broke and down upon the men it bore. 
The axe was torn from a shoulder bone and necks, like twigs, were cracked in twain 
The fruit sprung from the seed they'd sown was nourished in the bloody rain. 
But soon the hunters gained their steel, for these were men that knew of war 
But from the death the Bear did deal the ravens numbered one and four. 
With spears they ringed about the beast, determined men with cunning bold. 
One or two he'd kill at least before he felt the blade so cold. 
Then the clouds grew dark and the lightning woke and witchfires danced above the trees; 
In the forest heart there stood an Oak all ringed about with fiery leaves. 
A white Fox stood at the oak tree's side with a grinning Wolf as dark as night; 
An Eagle on the wind did ride above the fiery forest light. 
And the men drew back as the lightning spoke and from the circle tore the Bear 
And when the spell at last was broke a score of men stood cursing there. 
They tracked the beast unto his lair, with spears they charged into the dell 
But from those woods not one did fare and like a shroud the silence fell. 
So, if by chance you ride one day where the river winds in the forest glen 
And under a Rowan Tree you lay when the breath of summer's on the wind; 
If for a time you'd linger there then let your heart dispel despite 
Or you may chance upon the Bear, for the woods have teeth as well as sight. 
And her singing leaves still whisper sweet to lull his great and shaggy head; 
Weaving shade for the noonday heat with flowers white and berries red. 
Straight and tall, she stands alone there where the rocky waters start 
With roots that break the mountain stone yet tender twine the great Bear's heart. 
 
==BIG AXE==
To the land of Ansteorra sailed a Viking one fine day. 
He rowed right up the river toward Bjornsborg, so they say. 
No one dared to ask the reason why he came unto this land, 
For the Viking there among them had a Big Axe in his hand. 
Big Axe in his hand. 
 
It was halfway past September when he swaggered into town. He came striding from 
the south side, slowly looking all around. 
"He's a Viking out for plunder" came the whisper from each man, "and he's here to do 
some mischief with that Big Axe in his hand." 
Big Axe in his hand. 
 
Now in this town there lived a Norman by the name of Jean Pierre. 
He was foppish and a dandy and put perfume in his hair. 
But was vicious and was deadly with the rapier at his side 
And the many men that faced him were the many men that died. 
Many men that died. 
 
The Norman's fame at wenching was a scandal in the land. 
A duchess or a milkmaid were like putty in his hand. 
He would use them for his pleasure and then send them home in shame. 
And their menfolk greatly trembled at the mention of his name. 
Mention of his name. 
 
Now the Viking started talking, made it plain to folks around. 
He'd come here to wreak his vengeance on the Norman in the town. 
Jean Pierre had bed his sister and no bride price had been paid, 
Then he sent her back to Norway only after she's been laid. 
After she'd been laid. 
 
The Norman merely chuckled when the story he did hear, 
Then he sharpened up his rapier and threw down another beer. 
Forty vengeance-seeking brothers he had slain unto the man, 
Forty-one would be the Viking with the Big Axe in his hand. 
Big Axe in his hand. 
 
Well, the morning passed so quickly, it was time for them to meet. 
Wearing puffs and slashes, Jean Pierre stood in the street. 
And the Viking dressed in leather and with furs upon his frame 
Was the object of the snobbish Norman's obvious disdain. 
Obvious disdain. 
 
"I remember now your sister," said the Norman with a smile, 
"You have similar taste in fashion and no sense at all of style. 
I would rather slay your tailor, but I'll kill you where you stand. 
You won't even get a chance to use that Big Axe in your hand." 
Big Axe in your hand. 
 
"I came all the way from Norway," said the Viking with a sneer, 
"Not to enter fashion shows, for you would win, I fear. 
I come here to slay a Norman dog whose blood I've vowed to spill 
And it pleases me to see that you are dressed so fit to kill." 
Dressed so fit to kill. 
 
Jean Pierre glared at the Viking with a face so scarlet red. 
His honor would be only soothed when Viking blood was shed. 
Peasants watched them from their windows, everybody held their breath. 
They knew this Norseman Viking was a hand away from death. 
Hand away from death. 
 
Well, the Norman started forward with red murder in his hand, 
And the minstrels sing the battle was the swiftest in the land. 
The rapier barely cleared its scabbard when the Axe came crashing down 
And the Norman toppled over with a Big Axe in his crown. 
Big Axe in his crown. 
 
It was over in a moment and the folks had gathered round. 
There before them lay the body of the Norman on the ground. 
Well, he might have gone on living, never thought of lying dead... 
But, it's kind of hard to think when there's a Big Axe in your head. 
Big Axe in your head. 
 
Big Axe, Big Axe... 
And it's kind of hard to think when there's a Big Axe in your head, 
Big Axe in your head 
 
==THE BREAKERS AND THE SEA==
Like men clashing in battle 
Rattles the foam sword of sea 
Upon the breakers striking 
The bloodless fight is endless. 
The rocks they shed the sea spray 
Uncaring as yesterday. 
Father, son and grandson 
Will many pass away 
And the rock will yield a chip. 
And the sea will shout a cheer. 
Men will always fight and win. 
Men will always fight and lose. 
Standard on a foreign shore 
Taken there and back again. 
Father loses life and land. 
Son will take it back again. 
So men wage the living war. 
Shore against the endless sea. 
Foam sword breaking on the rock 
Wins a pebble soon forgot. 
 
==THE DEATH OF FALLOWMOON==
"What? Oh, I must have nodded off again to dream of another day 
As I often do on wintry nights when the fog rolls down from the starry heights 
And I think of those times and those glorious fights... 
When my head was not so gray. 
There were four of us but we stood as one 'neath a pale and fallow moon, 
And we laughed at life and we laughed at death that often came too soon. 
We tore at life like a haunch of meat and swallowed it whole and lean. 
We took it first and held it last and we drank in the in-between. 
But, the time drew nigh as we knew it must when the final deeds be done 
And each we found the other's face and grinned at the fight to come. 
We held that ground upon the strand with our backs against the sea. 
Then Raimon fell 'neath the battle's din with a cut that was meant for me. 
I cursed him sound and shook his head, "Nay! You will not depart." 
"Drain a cup for me," he said, and died with a laugh in his heart. 
We three fought on with blooded steel till the sun turned dark and red. 
Then across the sands that drank their blood our foemen broke and fled. 
Then Erland with a score of wounds stood bloody at my side. 
"I think I'll sit me down to rest," he said before he died. 
In the dark I raged about those dunes with a mist upon my sight, 
But no foe I found to slake the thirst that burned me dry that night. 
They say Athena wandered off with a song borne on the wind. 
I found an oak where her footsteps stopped but she was never seen again. 
Then I cursed the life and I cursed the death and I cursed the blood and bone; 
And I cursed the gods that left me there, that left me there alone. 
What? Oh, I must have wandered off again to dream of another day, 
As I often do on wintry nights when the fog rolls down from the starry heights 
And I think of those times and those glorious fights... 
When my head was not so gray." 
 
==DRINK TO THE SWORD==
(Chorus) 
Let's... drink to the sword that sings merry in battle. 
And drink to the foemen who gallantly die. 
Let's lift up our horns and drink deep till tomorrow. 
Let's drink deep the mead till the barrel runs dry. 
 
And what shall we do when tomorrow comes early? 
And what shall we do when tomorrow comes nigh? 
We'll take to the longships and set the sail smartly. 
We'll take to the longships and set the sail high. 
 
And... (Chorus) 
And what shall we do if the north wind is blowing? 
And what shall we do if the north wind is tame? 
By sail or by oar we will hasten to England 
To pillage and plunder for fortune and fame. 
And... (Chorus) 
 
And what shall we do if a storm comes a-squalling 
With thunder and lightning and rain on the sea? 
We'll bail out the water and lift up our voices 
And sign with the hammer so Odin will see. 
And... (Chorus) 
 
And what shall we do when we land there in England 
Beside a tall fortress so strong and so bold? 
We'll pound on our shields till the walls are a-crumbling 
Then cut down the soldiers and take all the gold. 
And... (Chorus) 
 
And what shall we do if the soldiers are many 
A thousand or more who will stand unafraid? 
We'll sing 'em a song with great smiles on our faces 
For we are but merchants who've come here to trade. 
 
==I LOANED MY SWORD TO ORI==
I loaned my sword to Ori, he brought it back today,
in four and twenty pieces, and here's what he had to say:
“Those Irishmen, they're drinkers,” But that was no surprise. 
“And they brew this mighty whiskey that brings tears unto the eyes. 
Well, we struggled through the evening, three Irishmen and me, 
and walking back I missed the track and stumbled in the scree. 
I must have landed on the flat or it would have been my bane 
for when I awoke, I saw your sword was neatly cleft in twain. 
I then sailed on to England where I met this Saxon knight 
and he laughed out loud when he saw your sword so we just had to fight. 
Well, when my wounds were healed, I saw your sword and it was a sorry sight; 
the hilt was broke, the pommel too, and the handgrip wasn't right. 
In Normandy I saw a herd of cattle on a hill 
and I thought to take my pick of them when I heard this voice so shrill. 
A farmer's wife laid on me with this fork for pitching hay. 
Oh, I wasn't hurt, but oh your sword, had seen a better day. 
So now I bring it back to you a little worse for wear 
but from my tale a fool could see I treated it with care. 
But when next I come a-seeking for the borrow of a blade 
kindly loan me one that is a little better made.” 
Have a care when someone seeks to borrow what he lacks 
but it won't be good old Ori, for I killed him with my axe. 
 
==THE KING AT HIS WINDOW==
At chamber window stood the king 
The long and sleepless night was done 
Soon Saint Michael's bells would ring 
And cold of night may warm with dawn. 
Eyes were red 'neath heavy brow 
Burdened now with golden crown. 
Once a young man, eyes aglow, 
Now a king whose youth had flown. 
Friends he had both old and young 
Buried now beneath the clay 
Pledged to fight till battles won, 
Silent now till Judgment Day. 
Yeoman bent behind the plow, 
Peasant, beggar at the bowl; 
He, their king, their servant now, 
His crown a chain unto their hold. 
A horse stands in the stable row, 
Strong and young as he had been. 
Slip the tether, watch him go 
Seek the freedom of the wind. 
Send your spirit after him, 
Run and frolic on the sward, 
Smell the land upon the wind, 
Freedom won by blood and sword. 
A velvet touch, a silken sound, 
His queen is standing at his side. 
Lips that make the blood still pound 
Like a stallion in his youthful pride. 
The darkness fades as the old eyes laugh. 
Saint Michael's bells ring loud and long. 
Old wounds he will always have 
And a lady fair to keep him young. 
 
==OLAF'S HOUSE==
Red Orm and Sigmund and Ivar and me 
We were over at Olaf's as drunk as could be. 
We were laughing and singing while downing our mead 
When Olaf fell over face down in his feed. 
“Oh, let's play a joke on old Olaf,” Orm said. 
And we all started laughing and nodding our heads. 
“Now we just have to think of a joke that is grand, 
One that does honor our slumbering friend, 
For he ever is asking us over to dine 
So the joke that we play must be funny and fine.” 
“I have it!” said Ivar, “Let's drag him outdoors, 
Set fire to his haystack and wait till it roars, 
Then holler and scream till he wakes with alarm 
And tell him some reavers are burning his farm.” 
Oh, we laughed till the tears rolled out of our eyes 
Then we grabbed sleeping Olaf and drug him outside. 
With torches we staggered to the great mound of hay 
Then I thought of a funnier joke we could play. 
“Let's pile this great stack by his door so it seems 
That his house is afire, from the floor to the beams.” 
Oh, laughing we stumbled with arms full of hay 
Anxious to hear what old Olaf would say. 
But we were puffing and panting from six loads apiece 
Then Sigmund, he held up his hand so we'd cease. 
And we listened with care as we set our loads down. 
He said, “Let's burn Olaf's house down to the ground.” 
Then he puffed up his chest and continued with pride, 
“And let's do it with Olaf still sleeping inside.” 
Oh, we rolled on the ground at the thought of that joke 
We were laughing so hard that we started to choke. 
Then we drug sleeping Olaf (still snoring) inside. 
We tossed him in bed and made sure he was tied. 
Then we picked up our gear and the horns and the mead 
And then we began this most humorous deed. 
We closed tight the door and jammed shut the latch, 
We picked up the torches and fired up the thatch, 
Then we ran to the hill for a view of the sight 
Of old Olaf's house all aglow in the night. 
That hall was a maelstrom that burned ever higher, 
Then we shouted, “Hey Olaf! Your house is on fire.” 
And we heard him to bellow out curses, but then, 
I think he did laugh when the timbers caved in. 
Then we knew that no matter how hard we would seek 
T'was the best joke we've played on old Olaf all week. 
 
==THE OUTLAND WAR==
Thunder split the span of heaven, 
Loudly Mjolnir crossed the cloud vault, 
Banners of Bjornsborg marching, 
Stalked the Bear into the westland, 
There to strive with Outland spearmen; 
Cleave the western ash tree forest. 
Dread the weapons of the warriors, 
Grimly did the Bear's teeth glisten. 
Loud the drums of war were beating 
Outland hammers beat the war song. 
Through the night the warriors waited 
In the dark their spears they sharpened 
Ravens, rain soaked perched in tree tops, 
In the branches lurked the feasters; 
Patient waiting for the slaughter, 
Hungry for the flesh of heroes. 
Gray the sky upon the morning 
Dark the day was stiff at dawning. 
Spears did rumble on their bucklers 
Shield wall formed of clashing weapons 
Champions strode before their war band 
Mighty heroes in the forefront 
Calling challenge cross the meadow 
Where Bjornsborg stood like oak trees. 
Randall, chieftain of the warriors 
Thane of valiant swordmen leading 
Followed Mari's pointed spear arm 
Straight the way she pointed clearly 
Where the battle boils the loudest 
Where the glory lasts forever 
There shall wave Bjornborg's banner 
Rooted in the blood of foemen. 
Patrick called his trusted leigemen 
Bade them meet the champions boldly 
Helms were hewn by Randall's wound blade 
Shields were sundered by his hacking. 
Thorgard set his axe to biting 
Nesting redly in the heart meat. 
Swift were slain the Outland champions 
Quick their passing from the sagas. 
War horns bellowed from the shield walls 
Blowing gales of howling warriors 
Deep the sea of Outland spearmen 
Rolled their wave upon the breakers 
Splitting from the roaring torrent 
A tempest to engulf our forces 
Cunning currents swirled and eddied 
Toward the harbor of the Bear's Teeth. 
Golden reefs upon the shoreline 
Tempered stone to check the storm flood 
Braved the Bear the coiling blood tide 
Standing granite on the shoreline 
Broke the rushing sea to red foam 
Tore the mighty suge asunder. 
Grim the jaws that shook their shield wall 
Red the fangs that drank their marrow. 
Through the heart the Outlands wounded 
Coursing blood that tainted rivers 
Took their stand on dripping timbers 
On the red bridge held their heroes. 
Twice their spear points never wavered 
Steady stood the ash gray tree blades 
Then our hungry axes feasted 
Cleaving down the Outland forest. 
 

==SIGMUND THE WINGFOOTED==
Let the river flow from the bison's spear. 
Hear the blood staffs beat on the wall of shields. 
For to the land of Ansteorra fair 
Rides Sigmund standing on a golden shield 
High the shield of the mighty king is borne. 
Sworn eagle brother of the dark plume spoke, 
“Our kinsmen follow him from out the east 
To feast upon the deep wound dew he leaves.” 
The spear footed falcon with fierce far eyes 
And knees that only bend before the brave 
Bowed unto the king upon the high throne, 
“By your leave, your glove I'd perch upon.” 
The king has returned in shining glory. 
All who know him resound his victories. 
A high seat will greet him in the gold hall 
And the Raven God will smile when he sings. 
The Fimbrol winter shall splinter the land 
And the day of the wolf shall fall at last 
Before a greater King and Queen shall stand 
Upon the northern land of Midgard's realm. 
 
==SKAGERRAK==
I saw her once upon the jut of rocky spur at Skagerrak. 
So fair she was, like snow-capped peaks 
Above the height of Midgard's realm. 
With hair as red as stormy skies of clouds 
In morning's sunlit dawn. 
I saw her once and then the gale 
Had tossed the sea between our sight. 
But I'll ne'er forget that one keen glance 
That pierced my heart with beauty's might, 
That held our eyes in thunder light 
Around the crag of Skagerrak. 
 
==SONG OF THE BORDERMEN==
Rugged and rough is the kingdom's edge 
Far from the high king's court. 
The land is hard and the life is harsh 
And oftentimes is short. 
The outpost there at the kingdom's edge 
Is first to taste the steel, 
But the Bordermen will bear the brunt 
And die before they yield. 
Chorus: 
So, our laughter is longer and louder than most 
And the mead we drink faster than ever it's poured, 
For the men of the Border have found that the dancing 
Is sweetest when danced on the edge of the sword. 
Our leather we dye with foemen blood 
Our swords know naught of rust. 
We ward the gates to the southern lands 
And ever hold that trust. 
If ever you see a warrior stride 
With eyes so fierce and bold, 
You'll know he's done a turn on the wall 
In an outpost border hold. 
(Chorus) 
We take our pleasure as we can 
By this be not dismayed, 
For the fire that sheds the brightest light 
Must sooner die and fade. 
So sleep ye safe in your silks and furs 
And in your great halls dine. 
For they keep the wolf beyond the wall 
Who keep the borderline. 
(Chorus) 
 
==SONG OF THE FREE COMPANY==
We are the men the men of the Free Company. 
We fight for a purse of gold and a horn of mead. 
From Sarkland sands to the Irish coast 
We fight for the side what pays the most 
For we are the men the men of the Free Company. 
Well I got no wife and I call no place my home, 
But I got me a girl for the night and a sword I own. 
But sunrise calls and the line forms up 
And that's the drink of the soldier's cup. 
I'll march with the men the men of the Free Company, 
Now I don't mind the cold and I don't mind the rain and mud 
For the bottle's joined and the fire is in my blood. 
Who cares if the devil is on your side? 
I got my pay and I got my pride, 
The pride of a man, a man of the Free Company. 
If I fall 'neath the ranks with an arrow in my side 
And my blood flows out in a wave of battle's tide. 
Where many a man has met his bane 
Another steps up to fight again 
And hold the line the line of the Free Company. 
So let's drink to the men who've died and to them what live. 
Let's drink to us what takes and to them what gives. 
Let's drink to the mothers who born us free. 
A soldier's life is the life for me. 
A soldier marching on with the Free Company, 
We are the men the men of the Free Company. 
We fight for a purse of gold and a horn of mead. 
From Sarkland sands to the Irish coast 
We fight for the side what pays the most 
For we are the men the men of the Free Company. 
 

==SONG OF THE REAVERS==
The fjord cracks through the ice and frost. 
The mist burns off the lowland lea. 
Planks are caulked with rope and peat, 
And dragon wings beat toward the sea. 
Guthrum rides the Bloody Mare. 
The Dolphin swims at Rolf's command. 
Thorkel flies the Raven's Wing. 
The Dark Wolf prowls beneath my hand. 
The coast is furrowed by our keels. 
Thirsty spears drink deep and red. 
Bows are bent with feathered death, 
And axes growl until they're fed. 
We take the road of foam and wake. 
With sail we chain the rolling storm. 
From out the north the sea we break, 
To shake the world with battle horn. 
Like hammer fire across the sky, 
Like thunder borne upon the wind. 
With hearts of iron and blades of steel, 
We ride to hell and back again. 
 
 
==WAR COUNSEL==
Hear, O King, the council 
carved in the sword tree's heart. 
Heed not the cold cruel rede 
that calls for brawling blood. 
The Outland trolls lure loud 
to lead men into their den. 
Their corpse breath foul does fuel 
the fires of red vengeance. 
Revenge will foul our fame 
and find us only scorn. 
Hollow is wars winning 
where valor does not fare. 
Let noble daring deeds 
be done to claim our fame. 
And should to fate we fall 
fame shall name us heroes. 
Around you shining shields 
and shirts of iron rings sing 
the strong storm song of war. 
Staunch are warrior hearts. 
Let our noble Star stride 
the steep and shining climes. 
So lead, O king, westward 
where waits valor's glory. 
 

==BLARDRENGIR SAGA==
(THE SAGA OF THE BLUE WARRIORS) 
''This Work is written in the Drottkvaett (Court Measure) of 9th century Skaldic Poetry. The early scalds, such as Bragi the Old and Egill Skalla-Grimsson, were less strict with the rules governing this poetic style than were later scalds. Those rules were as follows: Each line must be of six syllables, though some syllables may be "quick" or "long". Eight lines will comprise a strophe. The odd numbered lines must contain two alliterating syllables (called pillars). The even numbered lines must contain a syllable called the main stave) that alliterates with those in the above odd numbered line. In some cases, there was only one, seldom more than two, alliterating syllables in the odd numbered line, but those were exceptions. Half and full syllabic rhyme could be used liberally throughout the piece but seemed to have been mandatory in the fourth and eighth line.'' 
 
''This story is based on the Battle for the Lost Lands that arose in the kingdom of Ansteorra during the reign of King Michael. Duke Seamus, Graf Dinar and Baron Olaf each raised an army to contend for possession of the disputed land that was said to be the birthplace of the Ansteorran kingdom. Much wealth and many artifacts were said to be buried there. Baron Olaf and his army met with many mishaps on the way to the baffle. Only seventeen men arrived to fight under his blue banner. Duke Seamus and Graf Dinar actually had only thirty to forty men each. I had pledged my support to Baron Olaf and arrived to find his seventeen warriors already swaggering like saga-heroes. They were vastly outnumbered but were determined to ride the glory road. What occurred was the stuff of sagas and so it was written.'' 
 
Fast the glory road is ridden 
and rise will the wise man early, 
for high deeds are done by day, 
and the rough day is short enough. 

===HOW BARON OLAF'S PLAN TO RAID THE LOST LANDS WENT AWRY===
Olaf of Karkov called helm trees 
to come ride the wide foam road 
for the Lost Land where booty 
for bold men lay gleaming gold. 
A hundred raised sworn swords 
and steely made the raider's song, 
for who is loathe to leave 
lofty halls when glory calls. 
 
A hundred men set sail 
to explore the lore-sung land, 
and bring the bright legend 
hoard aboard brilliant decks. 
But ill luck wrought the Raven Go 
to bring cold Ran her watered gold. 
Wide the trestle feast she spread 
for soggy bread brings bright rings. 
Few of the sea steed herd 
safe sailed that whale road. 
Still beckoned the Lost Lands, 
from ill luck to pluck riches. 
Bold spear-friends they found 
when fair to land the band came; 
for Olaf's call was clear 
to southern kin and shield men. 
But spied they chieftains come 
to check with might their right. 
Embers from camp flames flew, 
fierce gleamed and seemed like stars. 
Like yellow grain sprang greed with 
grim men to win the harvest. 
By morning would gray geese fly 
down to lakes of bloody ground. 
Iron-hammered steel struck 
the startled flight of night birds 
as straight warriors wrought 
the wound blades soon to work. 
The men Olaf called came 
to pick camp in thick woods, 
the better to watch the way 
and when weary sleep deep. 
 
===THE GATHERING OF THE RAIDERS===
The camps the scouts skirted 
and said when spied they wide: 
"Seamus of the Cats called 
his carls to camp to hamper 
Dinar the grim Graf and 
great dreams of Olaf's plunder. 
A hundred shields show 
bold the gold of Seamus. 
Another hundred purple hang, 
the hand of Dinar's man to show. 
Few we are, but mighty men 
and mighty men may win the day. 
Let our count number now 
the names who seek the hero's fame 
that stands where shields clash cold 
when light marks the killing fight." 
Forth strode staunch CAMERINUS 
his spear wood stood beside 
his shieldman, sturdy STEPHEN. 
Then up stalked hard RISHARD 
and weapon-girt GAIUS 
with minds to gain great fame. 
Bold CORRBIN fierce in firelight 
followed blame ridden ROLLO. 
Battlemaid bright, BRIGITTA 
and CONALL, bred for red slaughter, 
with SEAN LINDSEY laughed 
loud till dawn through battle songs. 
DUNCAN MacLEOID'S lifted 
blade open laid the ale cask, 
then FURY BAN McMORN filled 
full the cup he lifted up. 
ALREK and broken toed TARL 
together downed brown ale. 
Dagger-eyed DAFYD dared 
the morrow's doom with brave AVERY. 
The giant KARL smiled sly 
as stone honed his broad axe 
and DANIEL told of dark days 
and dire ones soon to bloom. 
Then to Olaf's camp came 
a few to crew the hold; 
and found the fighter's 
pack fair victuals lacked. 
For the warrior's weal 
welcome drew Ana'Stacia. 
From far Bjornsborg, Blanche 
brought the fat battle feast. 
Red tressed Bonnie's timely 
tread brought the hero's bread. 
From the south sought Moonbear, 
shining battle gold to hold; 
with Ragnar to take the tale 
and tell well the bold saga. 
Thus had the number named 
now to swim the grim blood sea. 
 
===THE CHOOSING OF THE CHIEFTAIN===
Though his doom drove Olaf down to Niord's tall hall, his bold banner will wave for his wierd steered the course. But must a chief be chosen, the champion's fame to aim and point the straight spear down storm roads red to tread. Since Olaf's ships lost land only luck and skill plucks fruit from the baffle trees the field grows on the morrow. Must be cunning and craft the rede that leads this crew. So what fierce chief fares to make the wake they follow? Gave the Roman this rede: On the red field they'll wield not the sharper sword, but many stand ten to one against us. So the woods our plan must make, most to strike like a hound at the heel of the host and him
drag down to ground. FURY BAN MacMORN followed: The forest boar cuts deep as did my Pictish people; so do we pursue them. We shall be the wild wind that wreaks blood streaks. Of these briar lands, Lords our lofty claim names us. This Pict the raiders raised upon the red shield and said, "You shall steer our quick course to carry us to victory. Of our band the banner and bane of foemen slain, blue as wode will it be, to wave the brave men on."
 
===THE BRIAR LORDS DEAL WITH DINAR TO BATTLE SEAMUS===
The Pict in dark night did dare fare to Dinar's fire. The white shield he bore bade behind their line safe pass. Received Graf Dinar his gifts and gave an ear to hear spoke the battle bargain bold, the lost gold to claim. At light's dawn the Gold Duke down the baffle track did sound his array of bright byrnies. Barred there his pass Dinar's men held grim their halberds. A host to reap the gold wheat. Formed Seamus his shield wall to spite the wound grouse flight. The shield line bright spears stung. Swords pranced the silver dance. Purple halberds hacked gold, as howling spears shed red. Kicked and shivered shield walls, biting like fighting stallions. Then from the flanking forest flew the blue warriors. Like a thursur's back broke by Mjolnir's bite the bright
shield wall shuddered and fell. With spears fear raised men from the rent gap ran; bright red blades made them swift. Scorn words Seamus shouted, his shieldmen to group again. The blood struck fierce and fast the fold of golden sheep until the Lion roared his wrath and raised up their dazed shields. Back to the forest ferns fell the dire Briar Lords. Men, at the lure leaping left red dew on blue spears. Tight held the shields of Seamus shone they though less brightly. The far way back they fought; forest dread sped them home. Silver ransom weal rode raiders heavy laden; bright rings bought noble heads and stealth brought golden wealth.
 
===THE WRATH OF THE GOLD DUKE===
Vengeance the Gold Cat called on the camp the raiders made. Malice, his mind, steeped strong for storms thundered under gold helms badly battered. Black venom from men's hearts. His greatest heroes gave grave oaths sworn with brave words. At dawn rode ready men when raider tracks hounds found. The forest broad they braved, the bright teeth of wolves to pull. Wary they traveled the trail, a tread soft led the host. But a trail covered cannot long conceal the ale song. From raider beards fell foam from fearless horns of beer. Loudly mead-soaked heroes howled in the hall of the tall forest. Then fell hard upon heads the great hammer of Seamus. The victory ale's cold keg must not be cracked too soon. Men with foggy brains brawled to break away from slayers. Quick were scattered weapons snatched to scar the cold gold shields. But the fight the mead marked and men swayed in the fray. Brave FURY BAN MacMORN fell sore before the Duke's fist. The shield of strong STEPHEN staunch guarded his liege lord. Retreat called CAMERINUS, but came to this aim none. Then hard the battle band of men beat STEPHEN down. Enraged, the Roman swore vengeance red on gold heads. The safe haven few found of forest wide for hiding. Wet chains wrapped the raiders. Red the bands bound round them. In thralldom lay the lofty crew the call of Olaf drew. The net of wrath Seamus wrought tight wrung the blue fighters.
 
===HOW CAMERINUS CAME TO STAND BEFORE THE STRONGHOLD OF SEAMUS===
But one escaped to claim the cloak of forest oak. Speedy were his long legs and light as nightfall's dew. CAMERINUS slew some sly loud hounds that found him. In a leafy loft he I lay to plan man-slaughter. The Roman found no friends where foes had made their raid. The shattered shield of STEPHEN showed where the bowyer fell. The trampled grass dark grew; grim from the rain of blood stains. He tight gripped his great spear and grimly stalked the open road. Bloody raiders railed at rusty chains and wound pain. Sour wine and bark bread was broke to choke the heroes. "Slim the ransom from landless lords," did muse Duke Seamus. "Where is your cunning craft? Can luck pluck no ransom?" A warning the gate guards gave of a tall man standing with a staunch and fearless stance, and a stare that dared much. Loud called CAMERINUS so careful ears could hear. "This road I ride is gray but red should be instead. Bring your thanes to thrust My thirsty spear clear through. All at once or one by one come feel
my steely blade." Arthur of the Fen faced fierce the tall bold Roman, six armed men followed fast, full wary of the dare. "Do yet the hounds hang back?" howled the warrior's words. Arthur called, "Come to us brave CAMERINUS must, for his fellow curs crawl in our cage and wagers say he is wont to work well sore the galley's oar." (Camerinus said:) "Your knights knelt before us and not so long ago. Our best beer and meat eased their bonds with fair repast. If won this contest could by callous customs foul you are far more famous folk than we hope to be." (Sir Arthur said.) "Your long legs outstep our line, so stand if man you are." Straight the Roman raced them to rush around their ground. (Camerinus said.) "Do you follow then through thorny ways or scorn glory?" (Sir Arthur said.) "You shall not draw us down to sore divide our force." Two men marched silent soft and so around they found the warriors’ broad back. Braver deeds need daring. Sprung thus the timely trap that about the hero closed. So fared the Roman's fate that oft' follows heroes.
 
===THE COMING OF BATTLE BLANCHE===
Left in the wake of waste where Seamus won the fray gathered there were those who thought were lost the caught men. To flee and find safety from the foe showed good sense, the camp's followers felt, before more doom came down. "With one mission we met and made to raid these lands," cried the feast bringer, Blanche. "Bargained we to share fair the hoard of glittering gold. For good support would we well earn our red gold rings. Ripe spoils for loyal friends. Now the bloody chain chafes our champions brave, gravely. I will not leave our lords lacking freedom while we flee to warm soft safety. Steady and true our blue banner should wave to wake wild the deep sleep of heroes." The banner of her band she bound tight round her hair. The kettle's wood cover became the shield she'd wield. For her sword the stout ladle swung, in slight grip, mighty. Armed thus with just jutted jaw she strode the red road. Dust swirled at her sharp step and shadows fled her tread. Wolves ran low with tails tucked from the track of black storms. High above the red road ravens dark barked hungry. Come then did Battle Blanche to break the gates of fate. In her eyes the fire flamed fierce to pierce the guardsmen. Spears drew bewildered back and barred they not her way. Up then paced Pendaran, proud and mighty fighter. The path he dared hold hard and hinder swift her tread. Him, lightning swift, she smote her stroke and broke a shard from out the ladle large, to lodge deep in seat meat. Up then Seamus shouldered to shout above the thane's pain. "Do hold your great spoon still and swat no more men sore. Do you bring ready ransom for rogues the hounds found?" "No ransom I bring," barked Blanche, "but a challenge shall I make to set lords loose. Let them free or fight with me." She raised the buckler brave and brandished ladled hand. Seamus up raised his hands to hold away the blow. "Strike me not with stir sticks for stout heart gained you fame. If for ransom courage counts, complete the debt you met. Take all your heroes home to heal and eat your meal." And so were shackles struck and stalwart heroes followed out from camp Baffle Blanche. Bright savior of the fighters. Fair keeper of the cauldron. Cruel beater of the hip meat. Breaker of the blood brawl. Bride of war and valor.
 
===THE COUNCIL OF THE BLUE WARRIORS===
Bloody sore and great were wounds wrapped fair with careful herbs. Loaded were trestle trays with tasty meats and sweet wine for vigor’s stout strength. Strong were warriors’ hearts. To them was brought the beer to boast with mighty toasts. After wounds sore were soothed, they sat for council round the brands that brightly burned. Brooded then the men of blue. Their Pictish chieftain charged, "Change we now sword for plow? Beaten men here sit sad who scorned once the Norn's thread. Shall we pack gathered goods and grovel to the tall ships, afraid to cringe or crawl or chance a backward glance? Hard we fought and hard fell, For, that's what heroes do. Shall now blades dance at dawn to drive Valkyries nigh?" Men jumped and held high their heads and cried with pride. "Our stand, the morrow marks, may make us fall to death, but none we face will force the field to see us yield. All-Father, may you mark where mighty fights the few."
 
===THE WAR WAIN===
The light of day burned bright and brought the horde of swords to gleam upon the pale plain. Perish there would good men, to drown beneath the broad and bloody flood of battle. Red muzzles of wild wolves woke and spoke the rune. Graf Dinar, ahead his host, hailed loud the proud Seamus. Ended he trusted truce with tribute thrown salute to the warrior's brave blue band standing at the wood's rim. Then thunder rolled roaring and rumbled from the forest. Mead heavy, shield sided, spear bristled, beer laden. The Briar Lord's War Wain was watched by wary eyes. Baftlemaids draped her deck to dare a boarding horde. From kegs, beer flowed foaming to fall in amber splendor. (The Blue Warriors said) "We mean to share the spoils sought by all who brawl here. Come swear your war weapons to well defend this end and see well how we host with heavy keg this levy. Well honored truce we'd toast; you thirsty men to win." But no man fared forward to fast seal the booty deal. Fear of chieftain's gruff glare or greed was worse than thirst. (The Blue Warriors said) "Know then your horns will hold hostage drink from chain links. We will baffle and bind your best men once again."
 
===THE FINAL BATTLE FOR THE LOST LANDS===
Then were champions chosen by chiefs to contest best. DAFYD of the blue banner bore the war challenge. Shields clashed in mounting might and made the blades bite deep. DAFYD swung dripping death and drew he life from strife. A severing blow broke bone to lay his foeman low. Loud then did fierce horns howl to hail the battle gale. Then broke the storm of slaying swords upon the field of shields. Savage halberds harshly hacked to rend attackers. The great shield walls washed with bloody gore and scored with axe bites cruel and crafty, crawled like brawling serpents. The wound blades fiercely fell. Few fled that day of slaying. Rich the raven's fat feast. Full the gorge of gaunt wolves. Seamus won the Lost Lands, his legion shared fair gold. The Lords of Briars bore the brunt of war’s glory. Long their death song sang. The safe way they shunned. On that last daring day drew they Valhalla's maids. Warriors of the banner blue. Bold, lost gold, sea raiders. The eyes of Ulfgar’s son saw the spear rain on Bellmead plain. Well filled was my high home with Gunnioth's heady mead. So ends this skald's saga of that shining battle time.

The Songbook of Ragnar Ulfgarsson

2026-08-26T03:40:17Z

Zubeydah: /* SONG OF THE BORDERMEN */

Herein are the works of Ragnar Ulfgarsson, mundanely known as Ron Snow, shared here through the kindness of his beloved wife, Thordis.

==DRAGON'S GOLD==
 
Below the bones of Ymir, some men have called the keel, 
lay the mighty house of Hrothgar of legendary weal. 
I pounded on the gatepost and was led into the hall; 
they sat me in an honored seat 'tween carven timbers tall. 
Hrothgar bid me welcome as the thralls lay trestles down 
and the hunger burned within me when his daughter's face I found. 
I had heard the tale from suitors that had come to seek her hand, 
how none could meet her bride-price in all this northern land. 
Hrothgar's eyes were glowing across the longfire's light 
as my horn was filled by his daughter's hand the wolves howled in the night. 
"The season's ill for journey," Hrothgar said to me. 
"And your clothes so rich and your manner high bespeak nobility. 
What is it that brings you here so far from kith and kin? 
Know that I might aid you that you might call me friend." 
"My journey ended sudden when I saw your daughter fair, 
for I have found what I have sought in maiden beauty rare. 
But, sleep of late eludes me for her face is in my mind, 
so ask the price you seek for her so peace at last I'll find." 
"Oh! Many have sought my daughter's hand but none could meet the price 
And all now gaze on the face of Hel in the land of fire and ice. 
For half the price is in your purse, and half," he said to me, 
"is a treasure hoard in the northern crags that you will fetch for me. 
But, death is there and madness, for a dragon guards the gold. 
But I will have his treasure if my daughter you would hold." 
And his eyes burned in the firelight as greed sparked through his brain. 
My purse I threw before his feet and laughed at rede of bane. 
Oh, you shall have your dragon gold," I said, "And more besides. 
I'll show to you the dragon's head and then I'll claim my bride." 
In three days time I stood before the greedy Hrothgar's seat 
and the dragon gold was spread about and shining at his feet. 
"I will take your daughter now, " I said, "Upon your word." 
But he ran his fingers through the gold as if he had not heard. 
"My daughter's beauty brings me wealth," Hrothgar told me then. 
"And the flow of gold from a suitor's purse might likely never end." 
And his henchmen then surrounded me at a signal from their lord. 
"I fear that I must take your life and keep the dragon's hoard. 
But if others come a-seeking you I'll tell them of your fame, 
of how you slew the dragon e'er it brought you to your bane." 
Then his daughter smiled upon me, then upon the dragon gold 
and I found the girl was like her sire with a heart all frozen cold. 
"I'd have settled for your daughter to end her suitor's quest. 
Although I slew them one and all, they dared disturb my rest. 
Now you would slay me out-of-hand for naught but mortal greed, 
when you have broken faith with me and so the dragon freed." 
Then the mist rolled back from off their sight and I stood in splendor dread. 
With breath of fire and fangs of bronze and scales of crimson red. 
"You'll have no need of a treasure hoard in the land of fire and cold." 
Then I pulled the house of Hrothgar down and then took back my gold. 
 
==DRAGON SHIP==
Foaming furls of the dragon's track 
Sweep toward the craggy shore, 
There to break on rock and reef 
And none can spare the widow's grief 
When they hear the dragon roar. 
Storm god's breath in billowed sail 
Bring down the fire and blood. 
And the wolves drink well 
From the men that fell 
Beneath the northern flood. 
Then the dragon turns as the fires burn high 
To drink the winter's mead 
But a year will fly 
And the time is nigh 
For the Fenris wolf to feed. 
 

==GOOD FORTUNE==
 
Sweet have been the days of my life long and lagged not 
I in bragging boast of fortune that has favored me. 
That hound called Luck found me often. 
Many things am I thankful for 
And for these I shall raise my praise. 
Loyal kinsmen and steadfast friends, 
Fleet ships, a sword's sure grip and mead. 
A good father and family 
Fed me manners with a strong hand. 
They taught me ships and sword and axe 
And sagas of the bold hero's road. 
Wealth I've had and I learned at length that 
It lasts when given to friends. 
More lasting than mountains 
I found friends that did not 
Fade when trading's poor. 
In fear from my face there have fled few women, 
And from that mead vat 
Many a horn have I dipped deep. 
Drank from a woman's breast is wine best. 
Oft' have I sailed the swift swan road 
To swim in the light of Mjolnir's bite 
For the sake of seeing new skies 
That soar above the roaring waves. 
Would good fortune fill the future 
As full and great as fate once did. 
But should it not, my fill I have had 
And held more luck than three score men. 
But when comes the time Skuld severs my songs, 
Let me end life in strife, 
With a final horn, and a sharp sword; 
A seat to win in Odin's hall. 
 
==BATTLESKALD==
He runs before the northern wind 
To cleave the foam with narrow keel 
With one hand on the dragon's prow 
The other clenched 'round thirsty steel. 
Eyes like fire in battle's heat 
From axe and sword the song does ring. 
Come to bathe the world in blood 
The Raven spreads the ebon wing. 
Like thunder borne upon the wind 
The word goes forth in warning dread 
The Battleskald has come again 
The Fenris Wolf has raised his head. 
 
==THE BEAR AND THE ROWAN TREE==
Where the river winds in the forest glen, where the salmon jump in the morning sun, 
When the breath of summer's on the wind, at the break of day the Bear will come, 
And watch the leaping silver fin then slap the water three times three, 
And breakfast there in the forest glen 'neath the spreading shade of the Rowan Tree. 
And her singing leaves will whisper sweet to lull his great and shaggy head; 
Weaving shade for the noonday heat with flowers white and berries red. 
Straight and tall, she stands alone there where the rocky waters start 
With roots that break the mountain stone yet tender twine the great Bear's heart. 
And he will smile a wintry 'sigh and nuzzle soft against her skin 
And feel the scar of years gone by when she had felt the hand of men. 
And his eyes will fill with boiling blood and rumbles growl inside his form 
As anger flows like a raging flood to think of those who wished her harm. 
They came with steel and braying pride and wineskins draped from saddle bow 
And spite was in their very stride and thunder clouds upon their brow. 
They hunted horn from the wild hart's head as handles for their knives so bright, 
The flesh they left for maggot's bread with waste the nature of their spite. 
They stopped to boast and drink their wine beside the rolling riverside 
But of the Bear there was no sign that ever did he there abide. 
Perhaps a bow or shaft of spear the men saw in the Rowan Tree 
And though the tree was young in year the axe bit deep to cut it free. 
Like thunder after lightning's stroke from out the forest came a roar 
And from the woods the fury broke and down upon the men it bore. 
The axe was torn from a shoulder bone and necks, like twigs, were cracked in twain 
The fruit sprung from the seed they'd sown was nourished in the bloody rain. 
But soon the hunters gained their steel, for these were men that knew of war 
But from the death the Bear did deal the ravens numbered one and four. 
With spears they ringed about the beast, determined men with cunning bold. 
One or two he'd kill at least before he felt the blade so cold. 
Then the clouds grew dark and the lightning woke and witchfires danced above the trees; 
In the forest heart there stood an Oak all ringed about with fiery leaves. 
A white Fox stood at the oak tree's side with a grinning Wolf as dark as night; 
An Eagle on the wind did ride above the fiery forest light. 
And the men drew back as the lightning spoke and from the circle tore the Bear 
And when the spell at last was broke a score of men stood cursing there. 
They tracked the beast unto his lair, with spears they charged into the dell 
But from those woods not one did fare and like a shroud the silence fell. 
So, if by chance you ride one day where the river winds in the forest glen 
And under a Rowan Tree you lay when the breath of summer's on the wind; 
If for a time you'd linger there then let your heart dispel despite 
Or you may chance upon the Bear, for the woods have teeth as well as sight. 
And her singing leaves still whisper sweet to lull his great and shaggy head; 
Weaving shade for the noonday heat with flowers white and berries red. 
Straight and tall, she stands alone there where the rocky waters start 
With roots that break the mountain stone yet tender twine the great Bear's heart. 
 
==BIG AXE==
To the land of Ansteorra sailed a Viking one fine day. 
He rowed right up the river toward Bjornsborg, so they say. 
No one dared to ask the reason why he came unto this land, 
For the Viking there among them had a Big Axe in his hand. 
Big Axe in his hand. 
 
It was halfway past September when he swaggered into town. He came striding from 
the south side, slowly looking all around. 
"He's a Viking out for plunder" came the whisper from each man, "and he's here to do 
some mischief with that Big Axe in his hand." 
Big Axe in his hand. 
 
Now in this town there lived a Norman by the name of Jean Pierre. 
He was foppish and a dandy and put perfume in his hair. 
But was vicious and was deadly with the rapier at his side 
And the many men that faced him were the many men that died. 
Many men that died. 
 
The Norman's fame at wenching was a scandal in the land. 
A duchess or a milkmaid were like putty in his hand. 
He would use them for his pleasure and then send them home in shame. 
And their menfolk greatly trembled at the mention of his name. 
Mention of his name. 
 
Now the Viking started talking, made it plain to folks around. 
He'd come here to wreak his vengeance on the Norman in the town. 
Jean Pierre had bed his sister and no bride price had been paid, 
Then he sent her back to Norway only after she's been laid. 
After she'd been laid. 
 
The Norman merely chuckled when the story he did hear, 
Then he sharpened up his rapier and threw down another beer. 
Forty vengeance-seeking brothers he had slain unto the man, 
Forty-one would be the Viking with the Big Axe in his hand. 
Big Axe in his hand. 
 
Well, the morning passed so quickly, it was time for them to meet. 
Wearing puffs and slashes, Jean Pierre stood in the street. 
And the Viking dressed in leather and with furs upon his frame 
Was the object of the snobbish Norman's obvious disdain. 
Obvious disdain. 
 
"I remember now your sister," said the Norman with a smile, 
"You have similar taste in fashion and no sense at all of style. 
I would rather slay your tailor, but I'll kill you where you stand. 
You won't even get a chance to use that Big Axe in your hand." 
Big Axe in your hand. 
 
"I came all the way from Norway," said the Viking with a sneer, 
"Not to enter fashion shows, for you would win, I fear. 
I come here to slay a Norman dog whose blood I've vowed to spill 
And it pleases me to see that you are dressed so fit to kill." 
Dressed so fit to kill. 
 
Jean Pierre glared at the Viking with a face so scarlet red. 
His honor would be only soothed when Viking blood was shed. 
Peasants watched them from their windows, everybody held their breath. 
They knew this Norseman Viking was a hand away from death. 
Hand away from death. 
 
Well, the Norman started forward with red murder in his hand, 
And the minstrels sing the battle was the swiftest in the land. 
The rapier barely cleared its scabbard when the Axe came crashing down 
And the Norman toppled over with a Big Axe in his crown. 
Big Axe in his crown. 
 
It was over in a moment and the folks had gathered round. 
There before them lay the body of the Norman on the ground. 
Well, he might have gone on living, never thought of lying dead... 
But, it's kind of hard to think when there's a Big Axe in your head. 
Big Axe in your head. 
 
Big Axe, Big Axe... 
And it's kind of hard to think when there's a Big Axe in your head, 
Big Axe in your head 
 
==THE BREAKERS AND THE SEA==
Like men clashing in battle 
Rattles the foam sword of sea 
Upon the breakers striking 
The bloodless fight is endless. 
The rocks they shed the sea spray 
Uncaring as yesterday. 
Father, son and grandson 
Will many pass away 
And the rock will yield a chip. 
And the sea will shout a cheer. 
Men will always fight and win. 
Men will always fight and lose. 
Standard on a foreign shore 
Taken there and back again. 
Father loses life and land. 
Son will take it back again. 
So men wage the living war. 
Shore against the endless sea. 
Foam sword breaking on the rock 
Wins a pebble soon forgot. 
 
==THE DEATH OF FALLOWMOON==
"What? Oh, I must have nodded off again to dream of another day 
As I often do on wintry nights when the fog rolls down from the starry heights 
And I think of those times and those glorious fights... 
When my head was not so gray. 
There were four of us but we stood as one 'neath a pale and fallow moon, 
And we laughed at life and we laughed at death that often came too soon. 
We tore at life like a haunch of meat and swallowed it whole and lean. 
We took it first and held it last and we drank in the in-between. 
But, the time drew nigh as we knew it must when the final deeds be done 
And each we found the other's face and grinned at the fight to come. 
We held that ground upon the strand with our backs against the sea. 
Then Raimon fell 'neath the battle's din with a cut that was meant for me. 
I cursed him sound and shook his head, "Nay! You will not depart." 
"Drain a cup for me," he said, and died with a laugh in his heart. 
We three fought on with blooded steel till the sun turned dark and red. 
Then across the sands that drank their blood our foemen broke and fled. 
Then Erland with a score of wounds stood bloody at my side. 
"I think I'll sit me down to rest," he said before he died. 
In the dark I raged about those dunes with a mist upon my sight, 
But no foe I found to slake the thirst that burned me dry that night. 
They say Athena wandered off with a song borne on the wind. 
I found an oak where her footsteps stopped but she was never seen again. 
Then I cursed the life and I cursed the death and I cursed the blood and bone; 
And I cursed the gods that left me there, that left me there alone. 
What? Oh, I must have wandered off again to dream of another day, 
As I often do on wintry nights when the fog rolls down from the starry heights 
And I think of those times and those glorious fights... 
When my head was not so gray." 
 
==DRINK TO THE SWORD==
(Chorus) 
Let's... drink to the sword that sings merry in battle. 
And drink to the foemen who gallantly die. 
Let's lift up our horns and drink deep till tomorrow. 
Let's drink deep the mead till the barrel runs dry. 
 
And what shall we do when tomorrow comes early? 
And what shall we do when tomorrow comes nigh? 
We'll take to the longships and set the sail smartly. 
We'll take to the longships and set the sail high. 
 
And... (Chorus) 
And what shall we do if the north wind is blowing? 
And what shall we do if the north wind is tame? 
By sail or by oar we will hasten to England 
To pillage and plunder for fortune and fame. 
And... (Chorus) 
 
And what shall we do if a storm comes a-squalling 
With thunder and lightning and rain on the sea? 
We'll bail out the water and lift up our voices 
And sign with the hammer so Odin will see. 
And... (Chorus) 
 
And what shall we do when we land there in England 
Beside a tall fortress so strong and so bold? 
We'll pound on our shields till the walls are a-crumbling 
Then cut down the soldiers and take all the gold. 
And... (Chorus) 
 
And what shall we do if the soldiers are many 
A thousand or more who will stand unafraid? 
We'll sing 'em a song with great smiles on our faces 
For we are but merchants who've come here to trade. 
 
==I LOANED MY SWORD TO ORI==
I loaned my sword to Ori, he brought it back today,
in four and twenty pieces, and here's what he had to say:
“Those Irishmen, they're drinkers,” But that was no surprise. 
“And they brew this mighty whiskey that brings tears unto the eyes. 
Well, we struggled through the evening, three Irishmen and me, 
and walking back I missed the track and stumbled in the scree. 
I must have landed on the flat or it would have been my bane 
for when I awoke, I saw your sword was neatly cleft in twain. 
I then sailed on to England where I met this Saxon knight 
and he laughed out loud when he saw your sword so we just had to fight. 
Well, when my wounds were healed, I saw your sword and it was a sorry sight; 
the hilt was broke, the pommel too, and the handgrip wasn't right. 
In Normandy I saw a herd of cattle on a hill 
and I thought to take my pick of them when I heard this voice so shrill. 
A farmer's wife laid on me with this fork for pitching hay. 
Oh, I wasn't hurt, but oh your sword, had seen a better day. 
So now I bring it back to you a little worse for wear 
but from my tale a fool could see I treated it with care. 
But when next I come a-seeking for the borrow of a blade 
kindly loan me one that is a little better made.” 
Have a care when someone seeks to borrow what he lacks 
but it won't be good old Ori, for I killed him with my axe. 
 
==THE KING AT HIS WINDOW==
At chamber window stood the king 
The long and sleepless night was done 
Soon Saint Michael's bells would ring 
And cold of night may warm with dawn. 
Eyes were red 'neath heavy brow 
Burdened now with golden crown. 
Once a young man, eyes aglow, 
Now a king whose youth had flown. 
Friends he had both old and young 
Buried now beneath the clay 
Pledged to fight till battles won, 
Silent now till Judgment Day. 
Yeoman bent behind the plow, 
Peasant, beggar at the bowl; 
He, their king, their servant now, 
His crown a chain unto their hold. 
A horse stands in the stable row, 
Strong and young as he had been. 
Slip the tether, watch him go 
Seek the freedom of the wind. 
Send your spirit after him, 
Run and frolic on the sward, 
Smell the land upon the wind, 
Freedom won by blood and sword. 
A velvet touch, a silken sound, 
His queen is standing at his side. 
Lips that make the blood still pound 
Like a stallion in his youthful pride. 
The darkness fades as the old eyes laugh. 
Saint Michael's bells ring loud and long. 
Old wounds he will always have 
And a lady fair to keep him young. 
 
==OLAF'S HOUSE==
Red Orm and Sigmund and Ivar and me 
We were over at Olaf's as drunk as could be. 
We were laughing and singing while downing our mead 
When Olaf fell over face down in his feed. 
“Oh, let's play a joke on old Olaf,” Orm said. 
And we all started laughing and nodding our heads. 
“Now we just have to think of a joke that is grand, 
One that does honor our slumbering friend, 
For he ever is asking us over to dine 
So the joke that we play must be funny and fine.” 
“I have it!” said Ivar, “Let's drag him outdoors, 
Set fire to his haystack and wait till it roars, 
Then holler and scream till he wakes with alarm 
And tell him some reavers are burning his farm.” 
Oh, we laughed till the tears rolled out of our eyes 
Then we grabbed sleeping Olaf and drug him outside. 
With torches we staggered to the great mound of hay 
Then I thought of a funnier joke we could play. 
“Let's pile this great stack by his door so it seems 
That his house is afire, from the floor to the beams.” 
Oh, laughing we stumbled with arms full of hay 
Anxious to hear what old Olaf would say. 
But we were puffing and panting from six loads apiece 
Then Sigmund, he held up his hand so we'd cease. 
And we listened with care as we set our loads down. 
He said, “Let's burn Olaf's house down to the ground.” 
Then he puffed up his chest and continued with pride, 
“And let's do it with Olaf still sleeping inside.” 
Oh, we rolled on the ground at the thought of that joke 
We were laughing so hard that we started to choke. 
Then we drug sleeping Olaf (still snoring) inside. 
We tossed him in bed and made sure he was tied. 
Then we picked up our gear and the horns and the mead 
And then we began this most humorous deed. 
We closed tight the door and jammed shut the latch, 
We picked up the torches and fired up the thatch, 
Then we ran to the hill for a view of the sight 
Of old Olaf's house all aglow in the night. 
That hall was a maelstrom that burned ever higher, 
Then we shouted, “Hey Olaf! Your house is on fire.” 
And we heard him to bellow out curses, but then, 
I think he did laugh when the timbers caved in. 
Then we knew that no matter how hard we would seek 
T'was the best joke we've played on old Olaf all week. 
 
==THE OUTLAND WAR==
Thunder split the span of heaven, 
Loudly Mjolnir crossed the cloud vault, 
Banners of Bjornsborg marching, 
Stalked the Bear into the westland, 
There to strive with Outland spearmen; 
Cleave the western ash tree forest. 
Dread the weapons of the warriors, 
Grimly did the Bear's teeth glisten. 
Loud the drums of war were beating 
Outland hammers beat the war song. 
Through the night the warriors waited 
In the dark their spears they sharpened 
Ravens, rain soaked perched in tree tops, 
In the branches lurked the feasters; 
Patient waiting for the slaughter, 
Hungry for the flesh of heroes. 
Gray the sky upon the morning 
Dark the day was stiff at dawning. 
Spears did rumble on their bucklers 
Shield wall formed of clashing weapons 
Champions strode before their war band 
Mighty heroes in the forefront 
Calling challenge cross the meadow 
Where Bjornsborg stood like oak trees. 
Randall, chieftain of the warriors 
Thane of valiant swordmen leading 
Followed Mari's pointed spear arm 
Straight the way she pointed clearly 
Where the battle boils the loudest 
Where the glory lasts forever 
There shall wave Bjornborg's banner 
Rooted in the blood of foemen. 
Patrick called his trusted leigemen 
Bade them meet the champions boldly 
Helms were hewn by Randall's wound blade 
Shields were sundered by his hacking. 
Thorgard set his axe to biting 
Nesting redly in the heart meat. 
Swift were slain the Outland champions 
Quick their passing from the sagas. 
War horns bellowed from the shield walls 
Blowing gales of howling warriors 
Deep the sea of Outland spearmen 
Rolled their wave upon the breakers 
Splitting from the roaring torrent 
A tempest to engulf our forces 
Cunning currents swirled and eddied 
Toward the harbor of the Bear's Teeth. 
Golden reefs upon the shoreline 
Tempered stone to check the storm flood 
Braved the Bear the coiling blood tide 
Standing granite on the shoreline 
Broke the rushing sea to red foam 
Tore the mighty suge asunder. 
Grim the jaws that shook their shield wall 
Red the fangs that drank their marrow. 
Through the heart the Outlands wounded 
Coursing blood that tainted rivers 
Took their stand on dripping timbers 
On the red bridge held their heroes. 
Twice their spear points never wavered 
Steady stood the ash gray tree blades 
Then our hungry axes feasted 
Cleaving down the Outland forest. 
 

==SIGMUND THE WINGFOOTED==
Let the river flow from the bison's spear. 
Hear the blood staffs beat on the wall of shields. 
For to the land of Ansteorra fair 
Rides Sigmund standing on a golden shield 
High the shield of the mighty king is borne. 
Sworn eagle brother of the dark plume spoke, 
“Our kinsmen follow him from out the east 
To feast upon the deep wound dew he leaves.” 
The spear footed falcon with fierce far eyes 
And knees that only bend before the brave 
Bowed unto the king upon the high throne, 
“By your leave, your glove I'd perch upon.” 
The king has returned in shining glory. 
All who know him resound his victories. 
A high seat will greet him in the gold hall 
And the Raven God will smile when he sings. 
The Fimbrol winter shall splinter the land 
And the day of the wolf shall fall at last 
Before a greater King and Queen shall stand 
Upon the northern land of Midgard's realm. 
 
==SKAGERRAK==
I saw her once upon the jut of rocky spur at Skagerrak. 
So fair she was, like snow-capped peaks 
Above the height of Midgard's realm. 
With hair as red as stormy skies of clouds 
In morning's sunlit dawn. 
I saw her once and then the gale 
Had tossed the sea between our sight. 
But I'll ne'er forget that one keen glance 
That pierced my heart with beauty's might, 
That held our eyes in thunder light 
Around the crag of Skagerrak. 
 
==SONG OF THE BORDERMEN==
Rugged and rough is the kingdom's edge 
Far from the high king's court. 
The land is hard and the life is harsh 
And oftentimes is short. 
The outpost there at the kingdom's edge 
Is first to taste the steel, 
But the Bordermen will bear the brunt 
And die before they yield. 
Chorus: 
So, our laughter is longer and louder than most 
And the mead we drink faster than ever it's poured, 
For the men of the Border have found that the dancing 
Is sweetest when danced on the edge of the sword. 
Our leather we dye with foemen blood 
Our swords know naught of rust. 
We ward the gates to the southern lands 
And ever hold that trust. 
If ever you see a warrior stride 
With eyes so fierce and bold, 
You'll know he's done a turn on the wall 
In an outpost border hold. 
(Chorus) 
We take our pleasure as we can 
By this be not dismayed, 
For the fire that sheds the brightest light 
Must sooner die and fade. 
So sleep ye safe in your silks and furs 
And in your great halls dine. 
For they keep the wolf beyond the wall 
Who keep the borderline. 
(Chorus) 
 
==SONG OF THE FREE COMPANY==
We are the men the men of the Free Company. 
We fight for a purse of gold and a horn of mead. 
From Sarkland sands to the Irish coast 
We fight for the side what pays the most 
For we are the men the men of the Free Company. 
Well I got no wife and I call no place my home, 
But I got me a girl for the night and a sword I own. 
But sunrise calls and the line forms up 
And that's the drink of the soldier's cup. 
I'll march with the men the men of the Free Company, 
Now I don't mind the cold and I don't mind the rain and mud 
For the bottle's joined and the fire is in my blood. 
Who cares if the devil is on your side? 
I got my pay and I got my pride, 
The pride of a man, a man of the Free Company. 
If I fall 'neath the ranks with an arrow in my side 
And my blood flows out in a wave of battle's tide. 
Where many a man has met his bane 
Another steps up to fight again 
And hold the line the line of the Free Company. 
So let's drink to the men who've died and to them what live. 
Let's drink to us what takes and to them what gives. 
Let's drink to the mothers who born us free. 
A soldier's life is the life for me. 
A soldier marching on with the Free Company, 
We are the men the men of the Free Company. 
We fight for a purse of gold and a horn of mead. 
From Sarkland sands to the Irish coast 
We fight for the side what pays the most 
For we are the men the men of the Free Company. 
 

==SONG OF THE REAVERS==
The fjord cracks through the ice and frost. 
The mist burns off the lowland lea. 
Planks are caulked with rope and peat, 
And dragon wings beat toward the sea. 
Guthrum rides the Bloody Mare. 
The Dolphin swims at Rolf's command. 
Thorkel flies the Raven's Wing. 
The Dark Wolf prowls beneath my hand. 
The coast is furrowed by our keels. 
Thirsty spears drink deep and red. 
Bows are bent with feathered death, 
And axes growl until they're fed. 
We take the road of foam and wake. 
With sail we chain the rolling storm. 
From out the north the sea we break, 
To shake the world with battle horn. 
Like hammer fire across the sky, 
Like thunder borne upon the wind. 
With hearts of iron and blades of steel, 
We ride to hell and back again. 
 
 
==WAR COUNSEL==
Hear, O King, the council 
carved in the sword tree's heart. 
Heed not the cold cruel rede 
that calls for brawling blood. 
The Outland trolls lure loud 
to lead men into their den. 
Their corpse breath foul does fuel 
the fires of red vengeance. 
Revenge will foul our fame 
and find us only scorn. 
Hollow is wars winning 
where valor does not fare. 
Let noble daring deeds 
be done to claim our fame. 
And should to fate we fall 
fame shall name us heroes. 
Around you shining shields 
and shirts of iron rings sing 
the strong storm song of war. 
Staunch are warrior hearts. 
Let our noble Star stride 
the steep and shining climes. 
So lead, O king, westward 
where waits valor's glory. 
 

==BLARDRENGIR SAGA==
(THE SAGA OF THE BLUE WARRIORS) 
''This Work is written in the Drottkvaett (Court Measure) of 9th century Skaldic Poetry. The early scalds, such as Bragi the Old and Egill Skalla-Grimsson, were less strict with the rules governing this poetic style than were later scalds. Those rules were as follows: Each line must be of six syllables, though some syllables may be "quick" or "long". Eight lines will comprise a strophe. The odd numbered lines must contain two alliterating syllables (called pillars). The even numbered lines must contain a syllable called the main stave) that alliterates with those in the above odd numbered line. In some cases, there was only one, seldom more than two, alliterating syllables in the odd numbered line, but those were exceptions. Half and full syllabic rhyme could be used liberally throughout the piece but seemed to have been mandatory in the fourth and eighth line.'' 
 
''This story is based on the Battle for the Lost Lands that arose in the kingdom of Ansteorra during the reign of King Michael. Duke Seamus, Graf Dinar and Baron Olaf each raised an army to contend for possession of the disputed land that was said to be the birthplace of the Ansteorran kingdom. Much wealth and many artifacts were said to be buried there. Baron Olaf and his army met with many mishaps on the way to the baffle. Only seventeen men arrived to fight under his blue banner. Duke Seamus and Graf Dinar actually had only thirty to forty men each. I had pledged my support to Baron Olaf and arrived to find his seventeen warriors already swaggering like saga-heroes. They were vastly outnumbered but were determined to ride the glory road. What occurred was the stuff of sagas and so it was written.'' 
 
Fast the glory road is ridden 
and rise will the wise man early, 
for high deeds are done by day, 
and the rough day is short enough. 

===HOW BARON OLAF'S PLAN TO RAID THE LOST LANDS WENT AWRY===
Olaf of Karkov called helm trees 
to come ride the wide foam road 
for the Lost Land where booty 
for bold men lay gleaming gold. 
A hundred raised sworn swords 
and steely made the raider's song, 
for who is loathe to leave 
lofty halls when glory calls. 
 
A hundred men set sail 
to explore the lore-sung land, 
and bring the bright legend 
hoard aboard brilliant decks. 
But ill luck wrought the Raven Go 
to bring cold Ran her watered gold. 
Wide the trestle feast she spread 
for soggy bread brings bright rings. 
Few of the sea steed herd 
safe sailed that whale road. 
Still beckoned the Lost Lands, 
from ill luck to pluck riches. 
Bold spear-friends they found 
when fair to land the band came; 
for Olaf's call was clear 
to southern kin and shield men. 
But spied they chieftains come 
to check with might their right. 
Embers from camp flames flew, 
fierce gleamed and seemed like stars. 
Like yellow grain sprang greed with 
grim men to win the harvest. 
By morning would gray geese fly 
down to lakes of bloody ground. 
Iron-hammered steel struck 
the startled flight of night birds 
as straight warriors wrought 
the wound blades soon to work. 
The men Olaf called came 
to pick camp in thick woods, 
the better to watch the way 
and when weary sleep deep. 
 
===THE GATHERING OF THE RAIDERS===
The camps the scouts skirted 
and said when spied they wide: 
"Seamus of the Cats called 
his carls to camp to hamper 
Dinar the grim Graf and 
great dreams of Olaf's plunder. 
A hundred shields show 
bold the gold of Seamus. 
Another hundred purple hang, 
the hand of Dinar's man to show. 
Few we are, but mighty men 
and mighty men may win the day. 
Let our count number now 
the names who seek the hero's fame 
that stands where shields clash cold 
when light marks the killing fight." 
Forth strode staunch CAMERINUS 
his spear wood stood beside 
his shieldman, sturdy STEPHEN. 
Then up stalked hard RISHARD 
and weapon-girt GAIUS 
with minds to gain great fame. 
Bold CORRBIN fierce in firelight 
followed blame ridden ROLLO. 
Battlemaid bright, BRIGITTA 
and CONALL, bred for red slaughter, 
with SEAN LINDSEY laughed 
loud till dawn through battle songs. 
DUNCAN MacLEOID'S lifted 
blade open laid the ale cask, 
then FURY BAN McMORN filled 
full the cup he lifted up. 
ALREK and broken toed TARL 
together downed brown ale. 
Dagger-eyed DAFYD dared 
the morrow's doom with brave AVERY. 
The giant KARL smiled sly 
as stone honed his broad axe 
and DANIEL told of dark days 
and dire ones soon to bloom. 
Then to Olaf's camp came 
a few to crew the hold; 
and found the fighter's 
pack fair victuals lacked. 
For the warrior's weal 
welcome drew Ana'Stacia. 
From far Bjornsborg, Blanche 
brought the fat battle feast. 
Red tressed Bonnie's timely 
tread brought the hero's bread. 
From the south sought Moonbear, 
shining battle gold to hold; 
with Ragnar to take the tale 
and tell well the bold saga. 
Thus had the number named 
now to swim the grim blood sea. 
 
===THE CHOOSING OF THE CHIEFTAIN===
Though his doom drove Olaf down to Niord's tall hall, his bold banner will wave for his wierd steered the course. But must a chief be chosen, the champion's fame to aim and point the straight spear down storm roads red to tread. Since Olaf's ships lost land only luck and skill plucks fruit from the baffle trees the field grows on the morrow. Must be cunning and craft the rede that leads this crew. So what fierce chief fares to make the wake they follow? Gave the Roman this rede: On the red field they'll wield not the sharper sword, but many stand ten to one against us. So the woods our plan must make, most to strike like a hound at the heel of the host and him
drag down to ground. FURY BAN MacMORN followed: The forest boar cuts deep as did my Pictish people; so do we pursue them. We shall be the wild wind that wreaks blood streaks. Of these briar lands, Lords our lofty claim names us. This Pict the raiders raised upon the red shield and said, "You shall steer our quick course to carry us to victory. Of our band the banner and bane of foemen slain, blue as wode will it be, to wave the brave men on."
 
===THE BRIAR LORDS DEAL WITH DINAR TO BATTLE SEAMUS===
The Pict in dark night did dare fare to Dinar's fire. The white shield he bore bade behind their line safe pass. Received Graf Dinar his gifts and gave an ear to hear spoke the battle bargain bold, the lost gold to claim. At light's dawn the Gold Duke down the baffle track did sound his array of bright byrnies. Barred there his pass Dinar's men held grim their halberds. A host to reap the gold wheat. Formed Seamus his shield wall to spite the wound grouse flight. The shield line bright spears stung. Swords pranced the silver dance. Purple halberds hacked gold, as howling spears shed red. Kicked and shivered shield walls, biting like fighting stallions. Then from the flanking forest flew the blue warriors. Like a thursur's back broke by Mjolnir's bite the bright
shield wall shuddered and fell. With spears fear raised men from the rent gap ran; bright red blades made them swift. Scorn words Seamus shouted, his shieldmen to group again. The blood struck fierce and fast the fold of golden sheep until the Lion roared his wrath and raised up their dazed shields. Back to the forest ferns fell the dire Briar Lords. Men, at the lure leaping left red dew on blue spears. Tight held the shields of Seamus shone they though less brightly. The far way back they fought; forest dread sped them home. Silver ransom weal rode raiders heavy laden; bright rings bought noble heads and stealth brought golden wealth.
 
===THE WRATH OF THE GOLD DUKE===
Vengeance the Gold Cat called on the camp the raiders made. Malice, his mind, steeped strong for storms thundered under gold helms badly battered. Black venom from men's hearts. His greatest heroes gave grave oaths sworn with brave words. At dawn rode ready men when raider tracks hounds found. The forest broad they braved, the bright teeth of wolves to pull. Wary they traveled the trail, a tread soft led the host. But a trail covered cannot long conceal the ale song. From raider beards fell foam from fearless horns of beer. Loudly mead-soaked heroes howled in the hall of the tall forest. Then fell hard upon heads the great hammer of Seamus. The victory ale's cold keg must not be cracked too soon. Men with foggy brains brawled to break away from slayers. Quick were scattered weapons snatched to scar the cold gold shields. But the fight the mead marked and men swayed in the fray. Brave FURY BAN MacMORN fell sore before the Duke's fist. The shield of strong STEPHEN staunch guarded his liege lord. Retreat called CAMERINUS, but came to this aim none. Then hard the battle band of men beat STEPHEN down. Enraged, the Roman swore vengeance red on gold heads. The safe haven few found of forest wide for hiding. Wet chains wrapped the raiders. Red the bands bound round them. In thralldom lay the lofty crew the call of Olaf drew. The net of wrath Seamus wrought tight wrung the blue fighters.
 
===HOW CAMERINUS CAME TO STAND BEFORE THE STRONGHOLD OF SEAMUS===
But one escaped to claim the cloak of forest oak. Speedy were his long legs and light as nightfall's dew. CAMERINUS slew some sly loud hounds that found him. In a leafy loft he I lay to plan man-slaughter. The Roman found no friends where foes had made their raid. The shattered shield of STEPHEN showed where the bowyer fell. The trampled grass dark grew; grim from the rain of blood stains. He tight gripped his great spear and grimly stalked the open road. Bloody raiders railed at rusty chains and wound pain. Sour wine and bark bread was broke to choke the heroes. "Slim the ransom from landless lords," did muse Duke Seamus. "Where is your cunning craft? Can luck pluck no ransom?" A warning the gate guards gave of a tall man standing with a staunch and fearless stance, and a stare that dared much. Loud called CAMERINUS so careful ears could hear. "This road I ride is gray but red should be instead. Bring your thanes to thrust My thirsty spear clear through. All at once or one by one come feel
my steely blade." Arthur of the Fen faced fierce the tall bold Roman, six armed men followed fast, full wary of the dare. "Do yet the hounds hang back?" howled the warrior's words. Arthur called, "Come to us brave CAMERINUS must, for his fellow curs crawl in our cage and wagers say he is wont to work well sore the galley's oar." (Camerinus said:) "Your knights knelt before us and not so long ago. Our best beer and meat eased their bonds with fair repast. If won this contest could by callous customs foul you are far more famous folk than we hope to be." (Sir Arthur said.) "Your long legs outstep our line, so stand if man you are." Straight the Roman raced them to rush around their ground. (Camerinus said.) "Do you follow then through thorny ways or scorn glory?" (Sir Arthur said.) "You shall not draw us down to sore divide our force." Two men marched silent soft and so around they found the warriors’ broad back. Braver deeds need daring. Sprung thus the timely trap that about the hero closed. So fared the Roman's fate that oft' follows heroes.
 
===THE COMING OF BATTLE BLANCHE===
Left in the wake of waste where Seamus won the fray gathered there were those who thought were lost the caught men. To flee and find safety from the foe showed good sense, the camp's followers felt, before more doom came down. "With one mission we met and made to raid these lands," cried the feast bringer, Blanche. "Bargained we to share fair the hoard of glittering gold. For good support would we well earn our red gold rings. Ripe spoils for loyal friends. Now the bloody chain chafes our champions brave, gravely. I will not leave our lords lacking freedom while we flee to warm soft safety. Steady and true our blue banner should wave to wake wild the deep sleep of heroes." The banner of her band she bound tight round her hair. The kettle's wood cover became the shield she'd wield. For her sword the stout ladle swung, in slight grip, mighty. Armed thus with just jutted jaw she strode the red road. Dust swirled at her sharp step and shadows fled her tread. Wolves ran low with tails tucked from the track of black storms. High above the red road ravens dark barked hungry. Come then did Battle Blanche to break the gates of fate. In her eyes the fire flamed fierce to pierce the guardsmen. Spears drew bewildered back and barred they not her way. Up then paced Pendaran, proud and mighty fighter. The path he dared hold hard and hinder swift her tread. Him, lightning swift, she smote her stroke and broke a shard from out the ladle large, to lodge deep in seat meat. Up then Seamus shouldered to shout above the thane's pain. "Do hold your great spoon still and swat no more men sore. Do you bring ready ransom for rogues the hounds found?" "No ransom I bring," barked Blanche, "but a challenge shall I make to set lords loose. Let them free or fight with me." She raised the buckler brave and brandished ladled hand. Seamus up raised his hands to hold away the blow. "Strike me not with stir sticks for stout heart gained you fame. If for ransom courage counts, complete the debt you met. Take all your heroes home to heal and eat your meal." And so were shackles struck and stalwart heroes followed out from camp Baffle Blanche. Bright savior of the fighters. Fair keeper of the cauldron. Cruel beater of the hip meat. Breaker of the blood brawl. Bride of war and valor.
 
===THE COUNCIL OF THE BLUE WARRIORS===
Bloody sore and great were wounds wrapped fair with careful herbs. Loaded were trestle trays with tasty meats and sweet wine for vigor’s stout strength. Strong were warriors’ hearts. To them was brought the beer to boast with mighty toasts. After wounds sore were soothed, they sat for council round the brands that brightly burned. Brooded then the men of blue. Their Pictish chieftain charged, "Change we now sword for plow? Beaten men here sit sad who scorned once the Norn's thread. Shall we pack gathered goods and grovel to the tall ships, afraid to cringe or crawl or chance a backward glance? Hard we fought and hard fell, For, that's what heroes do. Shall now blades dance at dawn to drive Valkyries nigh?" Men jumped and held high their heads and cried with pride. "Our stand, the morrow marks, may make us fall to death, but none we face will force the field to see us yield. All-Father, may you mark where mighty fights the few."
 
===THE WAR WAIN===
The light of day burned bright and brought the horde of swords to gleam upon the pale plain. Perish there would good men, to drown beneath the broad and bloody flood of battle. Red muzzles of wild wolves woke and spoke the rune. Graf Dinar, ahead his host, hailed loud the proud Seamus. Ended he trusted truce with tribute thrown salute to the warrior's brave blue band standing at the wood's rim. Then thunder rolled roaring and rumbled from the forest. Mead heavy, shield sided, spear bristled, beer laden. The Briar Lord's War Wain was watched by wary eyes. Baftlemaids draped her deck to dare a boarding horde. From kegs, beer flowed foaming to fall in amber splendor. (The Blue Warriors said) "We mean to share the spoils sought by all who brawl here. Come swear your war weapons to well defend this end and see well how we host with heavy keg this levy. Well honored truce we'd toast; you thirsty men to win." But no man fared forward to fast seal the booty deal. Fear of chieftain's gruff glare or greed was worse than thirst. (The Blue Warriors said) "Know then your horns will hold hostage drink from chain links. We will baffle and bind your best men once again."
 
===THE FINAL BATTLE FOR THE LOST LANDS===
Then were champions chosen by chiefs to contest best. DAFYD of the blue banner bore the war challenge. Shields clashed in mounting might and made the blades bite deep. DAFYD swung dripping death and drew he life from strife. A severing blow broke bone to lay his foeman low. Loud then did fierce horns howl to hail the battle gale. Then broke the storm of slaying swords upon the field of shields. Savage halberds harshly hacked to rend attackers. The great shield walls washed with bloody gore and scored with axe bites cruel and crafty, crawled like brawling serpents. The wound blades fiercely fell. Few fled that day of slaying. Rich the raven's fat feast. Full the gorge of gaunt wolves. Seamus won the Lost Lands, his legion shared fair gold. The Lords of Briars bore the brunt of war’s glory. Long their death song sang. The safe way they shunned. On that last daring day drew they Valhalla's maids. Warriors of the banner blue. Bold, lost gold, sea raiders. The eyes of Ulfgar’s son saw the spear rain on Bellmead plain. Well filled was my high home with Gunnioth's heady mead. So ends this skald's saga of that shining battle time.

The Songbook of Ragnar Ulfgarsson

2026-08-26T03:37:51Z

Zubeydah: /* DRINK TO THE SWORD */

Herein are the works of Ragnar Ulfgarsson, mundanely known as Ron Snow, shared here through the kindness of his beloved wife, Thordis.

==DRAGON'S GOLD==
 
Below the bones of Ymir, some men have called the keel, 
lay the mighty house of Hrothgar of legendary weal. 
I pounded on the gatepost and was led into the hall; 
they sat me in an honored seat 'tween carven timbers tall. 
Hrothgar bid me welcome as the thralls lay trestles down 
and the hunger burned within me when his daughter's face I found. 
I had heard the tale from suitors that had come to seek her hand, 
how none could meet her bride-price in all this northern land. 
Hrothgar's eyes were glowing across the longfire's light 
as my horn was filled by his daughter's hand the wolves howled in the night. 
"The season's ill for journey," Hrothgar said to me. 
"And your clothes so rich and your manner high bespeak nobility. 
What is it that brings you here so far from kith and kin? 
Know that I might aid you that you might call me friend." 
"My journey ended sudden when I saw your daughter fair, 
for I have found what I have sought in maiden beauty rare. 
But, sleep of late eludes me for her face is in my mind, 
so ask the price you seek for her so peace at last I'll find." 
"Oh! Many have sought my daughter's hand but none could meet the price 
And all now gaze on the face of Hel in the land of fire and ice. 
For half the price is in your purse, and half," he said to me, 
"is a treasure hoard in the northern crags that you will fetch for me. 
But, death is there and madness, for a dragon guards the gold. 
But I will have his treasure if my daughter you would hold." 
And his eyes burned in the firelight as greed sparked through his brain. 
My purse I threw before his feet and laughed at rede of bane. 
Oh, you shall have your dragon gold," I said, "And more besides. 
I'll show to you the dragon's head and then I'll claim my bride." 
In three days time I stood before the greedy Hrothgar's seat 
and the dragon gold was spread about and shining at his feet. 
"I will take your daughter now, " I said, "Upon your word." 
But he ran his fingers through the gold as if he had not heard. 
"My daughter's beauty brings me wealth," Hrothgar told me then. 
"And the flow of gold from a suitor's purse might likely never end." 
And his henchmen then surrounded me at a signal from their lord. 
"I fear that I must take your life and keep the dragon's hoard. 
But if others come a-seeking you I'll tell them of your fame, 
of how you slew the dragon e'er it brought you to your bane." 
Then his daughter smiled upon me, then upon the dragon gold 
and I found the girl was like her sire with a heart all frozen cold. 
"I'd have settled for your daughter to end her suitor's quest. 
Although I slew them one and all, they dared disturb my rest. 
Now you would slay me out-of-hand for naught but mortal greed, 
when you have broken faith with me and so the dragon freed." 
Then the mist rolled back from off their sight and I stood in splendor dread. 
With breath of fire and fangs of bronze and scales of crimson red. 
"You'll have no need of a treasure hoard in the land of fire and cold." 
Then I pulled the house of Hrothgar down and then took back my gold. 
 
==DRAGON SHIP==
Foaming furls of the dragon's track 
Sweep toward the craggy shore, 
There to break on rock and reef 
And none can spare the widow's grief 
When they hear the dragon roar. 
Storm god's breath in billowed sail 
Bring down the fire and blood. 
And the wolves drink well 
From the men that fell 
Beneath the northern flood. 
Then the dragon turns as the fires burn high 
To drink the winter's mead 
But a year will fly 
And the time is nigh 
For the Fenris wolf to feed. 
 

==GOOD FORTUNE==
 
Sweet have been the days of my life long and lagged not 
I in bragging boast of fortune that has favored me. 
That hound called Luck found me often. 
Many things am I thankful for 
And for these I shall raise my praise. 
Loyal kinsmen and steadfast friends, 
Fleet ships, a sword's sure grip and mead. 
A good father and family 
Fed me manners with a strong hand. 
They taught me ships and sword and axe 
And sagas of the bold hero's road. 
Wealth I've had and I learned at length that 
It lasts when given to friends. 
More lasting than mountains 
I found friends that did not 
Fade when trading's poor. 
In fear from my face there have fled few women, 
And from that mead vat 
Many a horn have I dipped deep. 
Drank from a woman's breast is wine best. 
Oft' have I sailed the swift swan road 
To swim in the light of Mjolnir's bite 
For the sake of seeing new skies 
That soar above the roaring waves. 
Would good fortune fill the future 
As full and great as fate once did. 
But should it not, my fill I have had 
And held more luck than three score men. 
But when comes the time Skuld severs my songs, 
Let me end life in strife, 
With a final horn, and a sharp sword; 
A seat to win in Odin's hall. 
 
==BATTLESKALD==
He runs before the northern wind 
To cleave the foam with narrow keel 
With one hand on the dragon's prow 
The other clenched 'round thirsty steel. 
Eyes like fire in battle's heat 
From axe and sword the song does ring. 
Come to bathe the world in blood 
The Raven spreads the ebon wing. 
Like thunder borne upon the wind 
The word goes forth in warning dread 
The Battleskald has come again 
The Fenris Wolf has raised his head. 
 
==THE BEAR AND THE ROWAN TREE==
Where the river winds in the forest glen, where the salmon jump in the morning sun, 
When the breath of summer's on the wind, at the break of day the Bear will come, 
And watch the leaping silver fin then slap the water three times three, 
And breakfast there in the forest glen 'neath the spreading shade of the Rowan Tree. 
And her singing leaves will whisper sweet to lull his great and shaggy head; 
Weaving shade for the noonday heat with flowers white and berries red. 
Straight and tall, she stands alone there where the rocky waters start 
With roots that break the mountain stone yet tender twine the great Bear's heart. 
And he will smile a wintry 'sigh and nuzzle soft against her skin 
And feel the scar of years gone by when she had felt the hand of men. 
And his eyes will fill with boiling blood and rumbles growl inside his form 
As anger flows like a raging flood to think of those who wished her harm. 
They came with steel and braying pride and wineskins draped from saddle bow 
And spite was in their very stride and thunder clouds upon their brow. 
They hunted horn from the wild hart's head as handles for their knives so bright, 
The flesh they left for maggot's bread with waste the nature of their spite. 
They stopped to boast and drink their wine beside the rolling riverside 
But of the Bear there was no sign that ever did he there abide. 
Perhaps a bow or shaft of spear the men saw in the Rowan Tree 
And though the tree was young in year the axe bit deep to cut it free. 
Like thunder after lightning's stroke from out the forest came a roar 
And from the woods the fury broke and down upon the men it bore. 
The axe was torn from a shoulder bone and necks, like twigs, were cracked in twain 
The fruit sprung from the seed they'd sown was nourished in the bloody rain. 
But soon the hunters gained their steel, for these were men that knew of war 
But from the death the Bear did deal the ravens numbered one and four. 
With spears they ringed about the beast, determined men with cunning bold. 
One or two he'd kill at least before he felt the blade so cold. 
Then the clouds grew dark and the lightning woke and witchfires danced above the trees; 
In the forest heart there stood an Oak all ringed about with fiery leaves. 
A white Fox stood at the oak tree's side with a grinning Wolf as dark as night; 
An Eagle on the wind did ride above the fiery forest light. 
And the men drew back as the lightning spoke and from the circle tore the Bear 
And when the spell at last was broke a score of men stood cursing there. 
They tracked the beast unto his lair, with spears they charged into the dell 
But from those woods not one did fare and like a shroud the silence fell. 
So, if by chance you ride one day where the river winds in the forest glen 
And under a Rowan Tree you lay when the breath of summer's on the wind; 
If for a time you'd linger there then let your heart dispel despite 
Or you may chance upon the Bear, for the woods have teeth as well as sight. 
And her singing leaves still whisper sweet to lull his great and shaggy head; 
Weaving shade for the noonday heat with flowers white and berries red. 
Straight and tall, she stands alone there where the rocky waters start 
With roots that break the mountain stone yet tender twine the great Bear's heart. 
 
==BIG AXE==
To the land of Ansteorra sailed a Viking one fine day. 
He rowed right up the river toward Bjornsborg, so they say. 
No one dared to ask the reason why he came unto this land, 
For the Viking there among them had a Big Axe in his hand. 
Big Axe in his hand. 
 
It was halfway past September when he swaggered into town. He came striding from 
the south side, slowly looking all around. 
"He's a Viking out for plunder" came the whisper from each man, "and he's here to do 
some mischief with that Big Axe in his hand." 
Big Axe in his hand. 
 
Now in this town there lived a Norman by the name of Jean Pierre. 
He was foppish and a dandy and put perfume in his hair. 
But was vicious and was deadly with the rapier at his side 
And the many men that faced him were the many men that died. 
Many men that died. 
 
The Norman's fame at wenching was a scandal in the land. 
A duchess or a milkmaid were like putty in his hand. 
He would use them for his pleasure and then send them home in shame. 
And their menfolk greatly trembled at the mention of his name. 
Mention of his name. 
 
Now the Viking started talking, made it plain to folks around. 
He'd come here to wreak his vengeance on the Norman in the town. 
Jean Pierre had bed his sister and no bride price had been paid, 
Then he sent her back to Norway only after she's been laid. 
After she'd been laid. 
 
The Norman merely chuckled when the story he did hear, 
Then he sharpened up his rapier and threw down another beer. 
Forty vengeance-seeking brothers he had slain unto the man, 
Forty-one would be the Viking with the Big Axe in his hand. 
Big Axe in his hand. 
 
Well, the morning passed so quickly, it was time for them to meet. 
Wearing puffs and slashes, Jean Pierre stood in the street. 
And the Viking dressed in leather and with furs upon his frame 
Was the object of the snobbish Norman's obvious disdain. 
Obvious disdain. 
 
"I remember now your sister," said the Norman with a smile, 
"You have similar taste in fashion and no sense at all of style. 
I would rather slay your tailor, but I'll kill you where you stand. 
You won't even get a chance to use that Big Axe in your hand." 
Big Axe in your hand. 
 
"I came all the way from Norway," said the Viking with a sneer, 
"Not to enter fashion shows, for you would win, I fear. 
I come here to slay a Norman dog whose blood I've vowed to spill 
And it pleases me to see that you are dressed so fit to kill." 
Dressed so fit to kill. 
 
Jean Pierre glared at the Viking with a face so scarlet red. 
His honor would be only soothed when Viking blood was shed. 
Peasants watched them from their windows, everybody held their breath. 
They knew this Norseman Viking was a hand away from death. 
Hand away from death. 
 
Well, the Norman started forward with red murder in his hand, 
And the minstrels sing the battle was the swiftest in the land. 
The rapier barely cleared its scabbard when the Axe came crashing down 
And the Norman toppled over with a Big Axe in his crown. 
Big Axe in his crown. 
 
It was over in a moment and the folks had gathered round. 
There before them lay the body of the Norman on the ground. 
Well, he might have gone on living, never thought of lying dead... 
But, it's kind of hard to think when there's a Big Axe in your head. 
Big Axe in your head. 
 
Big Axe, Big Axe... 
And it's kind of hard to think when there's a Big Axe in your head, 
Big Axe in your head 
 
==THE BREAKERS AND THE SEA==
Like men clashing in battle 
Rattles the foam sword of sea 
Upon the breakers striking 
The bloodless fight is endless. 
The rocks they shed the sea spray 
Uncaring as yesterday. 
Father, son and grandson 
Will many pass away 
And the rock will yield a chip. 
And the sea will shout a cheer. 
Men will always fight and win. 
Men will always fight and lose. 
Standard on a foreign shore 
Taken there and back again. 
Father loses life and land. 
Son will take it back again. 
So men wage the living war. 
Shore against the endless sea. 
Foam sword breaking on the rock 
Wins a pebble soon forgot. 
 
==THE DEATH OF FALLOWMOON==
"What? Oh, I must have nodded off again to dream of another day 
As I often do on wintry nights when the fog rolls down from the starry heights 
And I think of those times and those glorious fights... 
When my head was not so gray. 
There were four of us but we stood as one 'neath a pale and fallow moon, 
And we laughed at life and we laughed at death that often came too soon. 
We tore at life like a haunch of meat and swallowed it whole and lean. 
We took it first and held it last and we drank in the in-between. 
But, the time drew nigh as we knew it must when the final deeds be done 
And each we found the other's face and grinned at the fight to come. 
We held that ground upon the strand with our backs against the sea. 
Then Raimon fell 'neath the battle's din with a cut that was meant for me. 
I cursed him sound and shook his head, "Nay! You will not depart." 
"Drain a cup for me," he said, and died with a laugh in his heart. 
We three fought on with blooded steel till the sun turned dark and red. 
Then across the sands that drank their blood our foemen broke and fled. 
Then Erland with a score of wounds stood bloody at my side. 
"I think I'll sit me down to rest," he said before he died. 
In the dark I raged about those dunes with a mist upon my sight, 
But no foe I found to slake the thirst that burned me dry that night. 
They say Athena wandered off with a song borne on the wind. 
I found an oak where her footsteps stopped but she was never seen again. 
Then I cursed the life and I cursed the death and I cursed the blood and bone; 
And I cursed the gods that left me there, that left me there alone. 
What? Oh, I must have wandered off again to dream of another day, 
As I often do on wintry nights when the fog rolls down from the starry heights 
And I think of those times and those glorious fights... 
When my head was not so gray." 
 
==DRINK TO THE SWORD==
(Chorus) 
Let's... drink to the sword that sings merry in battle. 
And drink to the foemen who gallantly die. 
Let's lift up our horns and drink deep till tomorrow. 
Let's drink deep the mead till the barrel runs dry. 
 
And what shall we do when tomorrow comes early? 
And what shall we do when tomorrow comes nigh? 
We'll take to the longships and set the sail smartly. 
We'll take to the longships and set the sail high. 
 
And... (Chorus) 
And what shall we do if the north wind is blowing? 
And what shall we do if the north wind is tame? 
By sail or by oar we will hasten to England 
To pillage and plunder for fortune and fame. 
And... (Chorus) 
 
And what shall we do if a storm comes a-squalling 
With thunder and lightning and rain on the sea? 
We'll bail out the water and lift up our voices 
And sign with the hammer so Odin will see. 
And... (Chorus) 
 
And what shall we do when we land there in England 
Beside a tall fortress so strong and so bold? 
We'll pound on our shields till the walls are a-crumbling 
Then cut down the soldiers and take all the gold. 
And... (Chorus) 
 
And what shall we do if the soldiers are many 
A thousand or more who will stand unafraid? 
We'll sing 'em a song with great smiles on our faces 
For we are but merchants who've come here to trade. 
 
==I LOANED MY SWORD TO ORI==
I loaned my sword to Ori, he brought it back today,
in four and twenty pieces, and here's what he had to say:
“Those Irishmen, they're drinkers,” But that was no surprise. 
“And they brew this mighty whiskey that brings tears unto the eyes. 
Well, we struggled through the evening, three Irishmen and me, 
and walking back I missed the track and stumbled in the scree. 
I must have landed on the flat or it would have been my bane 
for when I awoke, I saw your sword was neatly cleft in twain. 
I then sailed on to England where I met this Saxon knight 
and he laughed out loud when he saw your sword so we just had to fight. 
Well, when my wounds were healed, I saw your sword and it was a sorry sight; 
the hilt was broke, the pommel too, and the handgrip wasn't right. 
In Normandy I saw a herd of cattle on a hill 
and I thought to take my pick of them when I heard this voice so shrill. 
A farmer's wife laid on me with this fork for pitching hay. 
Oh, I wasn't hurt, but oh your sword, had seen a better day. 
So now I bring it back to you a little worse for wear 
but from my tale a fool could see I treated it with care. 
But when next I come a-seeking for the borrow of a blade 
kindly loan me one that is a little better made.” 
Have a care when someone seeks to borrow what he lacks 
but it won't be good old Ori, for I killed him with my axe. 
 
==THE KING AT HIS WINDOW==
At chamber window stood the king 
The long and sleepless night was done 
Soon Saint Michael's bells would ring 
And cold of night may warm with dawn. 
Eyes were red 'neath heavy brow 
Burdened now with golden crown. 
Once a young man, eyes aglow, 
Now a king whose youth had flown. 
Friends he had both old and young 
Buried now beneath the clay 
Pledged to fight till battles won, 
Silent now till Judgment Day. 
Yeoman bent behind the plow, 
Peasant, beggar at the bowl; 
He, their king, their servant now, 
His crown a chain unto their hold. 
A horse stands in the stable row, 
Strong and young as he had been. 
Slip the tether, watch him go 
Seek the freedom of the wind. 
Send your spirit after him, 
Run and frolic on the sward, 
Smell the land upon the wind, 
Freedom won by blood and sword. 
A velvet touch, a silken sound, 
His queen is standing at his side. 
Lips that make the blood still pound 
Like a stallion in his youthful pride. 
The darkness fades as the old eyes laugh. 
Saint Michael's bells ring loud and long. 
Old wounds he will always have 
And a lady fair to keep him young. 
 
==OLAF'S HOUSE==
Red Orm and Sigmund and Ivar and me 
We were over at Olaf's as drunk as could be. 
We were laughing and singing while downing our mead 
When Olaf fell over face down in his feed. 
“Oh, let's play a joke on old Olaf,” Orm said. 
And we all started laughing and nodding our heads. 
“Now we just have to think of a joke that is grand, 
One that does honor our slumbering friend, 
For he ever is asking us over to dine 
So the joke that we play must be funny and fine.” 
“I have it!” said Ivar, “Let's drag him outdoors, 
Set fire to his haystack and wait till it roars, 
Then holler and scream till he wakes with alarm 
And tell him some reavers are burning his farm.” 
Oh, we laughed till the tears rolled out of our eyes 
Then we grabbed sleeping Olaf and drug him outside. 
With torches we staggered to the great mound of hay 
Then I thought of a funnier joke we could play. 
“Let's pile this great stack by his door so it seems 
That his house is afire, from the floor to the beams.” 
Oh, laughing we stumbled with arms full of hay 
Anxious to hear what old Olaf would say. 
But we were puffing and panting from six loads apiece 
Then Sigmund, he held up his hand so we'd cease. 
And we listened with care as we set our loads down. 
He said, “Let's burn Olaf's house down to the ground.” 
Then he puffed up his chest and continued with pride, 
“And let's do it with Olaf still sleeping inside.” 
Oh, we rolled on the ground at the thought of that joke 
We were laughing so hard that we started to choke. 
Then we drug sleeping Olaf (still snoring) inside. 
We tossed him in bed and made sure he was tied. 
Then we picked up our gear and the horns and the mead 
And then we began this most humorous deed. 
We closed tight the door and jammed shut the latch, 
We picked up the torches and fired up the thatch, 
Then we ran to the hill for a view of the sight 
Of old Olaf's house all aglow in the night. 
That hall was a maelstrom that burned ever higher, 
Then we shouted, “Hey Olaf! Your house is on fire.” 
And we heard him to bellow out curses, but then, 
I think he did laugh when the timbers caved in. 
Then we knew that no matter how hard we would seek 
T'was the best joke we've played on old Olaf all week. 
 
==THE OUTLAND WAR==
Thunder split the span of heaven, 
Loudly Mjolnir crossed the cloud vault, 
Banners of Bjornsborg marching, 
Stalked the Bear into the westland, 
There to strive with Outland spearmen; 
Cleave the western ash tree forest. 
Dread the weapons of the warriors, 
Grimly did the Bear's teeth glisten. 
Loud the drums of war were beating 
Outland hammers beat the war song. 
Through the night the warriors waited 
In the dark their spears they sharpened 
Ravens, rain soaked perched in tree tops, 
In the branches lurked the feasters; 
Patient waiting for the slaughter, 
Hungry for the flesh of heroes. 
Gray the sky upon the morning 
Dark the day was stiff at dawning. 
Spears did rumble on their bucklers 
Shield wall formed of clashing weapons 
Champions strode before their war band 
Mighty heroes in the forefront 
Calling challenge cross the meadow 
Where Bjornsborg stood like oak trees. 
Randall, chieftain of the warriors 
Thane of valiant swordmen leading 
Followed Mari's pointed spear arm 
Straight the way she pointed clearly 
Where the battle boils the loudest 
Where the glory lasts forever 
There shall wave Bjornborg's banner 
Rooted in the blood of foemen. 
Patrick called his trusted leigemen 
Bade them meet the champions boldly 
Helms were hewn by Randall's wound blade 
Shields were sundered by his hacking. 
Thorgard set his axe to biting 
Nesting redly in the heart meat. 
Swift were slain the Outland champions 
Quick their passing from the sagas. 
War horns bellowed from the shield walls 
Blowing gales of howling warriors 
Deep the sea of Outland spearmen 
Rolled their wave upon the breakers 
Splitting from the roaring torrent 
A tempest to engulf our forces 
Cunning currents swirled and eddied 
Toward the harbor of the Bear's Teeth. 
Golden reefs upon the shoreline 
Tempered stone to check the storm flood 
Braved the Bear the coiling blood tide 
Standing granite on the shoreline 
Broke the rushing sea to red foam 
Tore the mighty suge asunder. 
Grim the jaws that shook their shield wall 
Red the fangs that drank their marrow. 
Through the heart the Outlands wounded 
Coursing blood that tainted rivers 
Took their stand on dripping timbers 
On the red bridge held their heroes. 
Twice their spear points never wavered 
Steady stood the ash gray tree blades 
Then our hungry axes feasted 
Cleaving down the Outland forest. 
 

==SIGMUND THE WINGFOOTED==
Let the river flow from the bison's spear. 
Hear the blood staffs beat on the wall of shields. 
For to the land of Ansteorra fair 
Rides Sigmund standing on a golden shield 
High the shield of the mighty king is borne. 
Sworn eagle brother of the dark plume spoke, 
“Our kinsmen follow him from out the east 
To feast upon the deep wound dew he leaves.” 
The spear footed falcon with fierce far eyes 
And knees that only bend before the brave 
Bowed unto the king upon the high throne, 
“By your leave, your glove I'd perch upon.” 
The king has returned in shining glory. 
All who know him resound his victories. 
A high seat will greet him in the gold hall 
And the Raven God will smile when he sings. 
The Fimbrol winter shall splinter the land 
And the day of the wolf shall fall at last 
Before a greater King and Queen shall stand 
Upon the northern land of Midgard's realm. 
 
==SKAGERRAK==
I saw her once upon the jut of rocky spur at Skagerrak. 
So fair she was, like snow-capped peaks 
Above the height of Midgard's realm. 
With hair as red as stormy skies of clouds 
In morning's sunlit dawn. 
I saw her once and then the gale 
Had tossed the sea between our sight. 
But I'll ne'er forget that one keen glance 
That pierced my heart with beauty's might, 
That held our eyes in thunder light 
Around the crag of Skagerrak. 
 
==SONG OF THE BORDERMEN==
Rugged and rough is the kingdom's edge 
Far from the high king's court. 
The land is hard and the life is harsh 
And oftentimes is short. 
The outpost there at the kingdom's edge 
Is first to taste the steel, 
But the Bordermen will bear the brunt 
And die before they yield. 
Chorus: 
So, our laughter is longer and louder than most 
And the mead we drink faster than ever it's poured, 
For the men of the Border have found that the dancing 
Is sweetest when danced on the edge of the sword. 
Our leather we dye with foemen blood 
Our swords know naught of rust. 
We ward the gates to the southern lands 
And ever hold that trust. 
If ever you see a warrior stride 
With eyes so fierce and bold, 
You'll know he's done a turn on the wall 
In an outpost border hold. 
(Chorus) 
We take our pleasure as we can 
By this be not dismayed, 
For the fire that sheds the brightest light 
Must sooner die and fade. 
So sleep ye safe in your silks and furs 
And in your great halls dine. 
For they keep the wolf beyond the wall 
Who keep the borderline. 
(Chorus) 
 
==SONG OF THE REAVERS==
The fjord cracks through the ice and frost. 
The mist burns off the lowland lea. 
Planks are caulked with rope and peat, 
And dragon wings beat toward the sea. 
Guthrum rides the Bloody Mare. 
The Dolphin swims at Rolf's command. 
Thorkel flies the Raven's Wing. 
The Dark Wolf prowls beneath my hand. 
The coast is furrowed by our keels. 
Thirsty spears drink deep and red. 
Bows are bent with feathered death, 
And axes growl until they're fed. 
We take the road of foam and wake. 
With sail we chain the rolling storm. 
From out the north the sea we break, 
To shake the world with battle horn. 
Like hammer fire across the sky, 
Like thunder borne upon the wind. 
With hearts of iron and blades of steel, 
We ride to hell and back again. 
 
 
==WAR COUNSEL==
Hear, O King, the council 
carved in the sword tree's heart. 
Heed not the cold cruel rede 
that calls for brawling blood. 
The Outland trolls lure loud 
to lead men into their den. 
Their corpse breath foul does fuel 
the fires of red vengeance. 
Revenge will foul our fame 
and find us only scorn. 
Hollow is wars winning 
where valor does not fare. 
Let noble daring deeds 
be done to claim our fame. 
And should to fate we fall 
fame shall name us heroes. 
Around you shining shields 
and shirts of iron rings sing 
the strong storm song of war. 
Staunch are warrior hearts. 
Let our noble Star stride 
the steep and shining climes. 
So lead, O king, westward 
where waits valor's glory. 
 

==BLARDRENGIR SAGA==
(THE SAGA OF THE BLUE WARRIORS) 
''This Work is written in the Drottkvaett (Court Measure) of 9th century Skaldic Poetry. The early scalds, such as Bragi the Old and Egill Skalla-Grimsson, were less strict with the rules governing this poetic style than were later scalds. Those rules were as follows: Each line must be of six syllables, though some syllables may be "quick" or "long". Eight lines will comprise a strophe. The odd numbered lines must contain two alliterating syllables (called pillars). The even numbered lines must contain a syllable called the main stave) that alliterates with those in the above odd numbered line. In some cases, there was only one, seldom more than two, alliterating syllables in the odd numbered line, but those were exceptions. Half and full syllabic rhyme could be used liberally throughout the piece but seemed to have been mandatory in the fourth and eighth line.'' 
 
''This story is based on the Battle for the Lost Lands that arose in the kingdom of Ansteorra during the reign of King Michael. Duke Seamus, Graf Dinar and Baron Olaf each raised an army to contend for possession of the disputed land that was said to be the birthplace of the Ansteorran kingdom. Much wealth and many artifacts were said to be buried there. Baron Olaf and his army met with many mishaps on the way to the baffle. Only seventeen men arrived to fight under his blue banner. Duke Seamus and Graf Dinar actually had only thirty to forty men each. I had pledged my support to Baron Olaf and arrived to find his seventeen warriors already swaggering like saga-heroes. They were vastly outnumbered but were determined to ride the glory road. What occurred was the stuff of sagas and so it was written.'' 
 
Fast the glory road is ridden 
and rise will the wise man early, 
for high deeds are done by day, 
and the rough day is short enough. 

===HOW BARON OLAF'S PLAN TO RAID THE LOST LANDS WENT AWRY===
Olaf of Karkov called helm trees 
to come ride the wide foam road 
for the Lost Land where booty 
for bold men lay gleaming gold. 
A hundred raised sworn swords 
and steely made the raider's song, 
for who is loathe to leave 
lofty halls when glory calls. 
 
A hundred men set sail 
to explore the lore-sung land, 
and bring the bright legend 
hoard aboard brilliant decks. 
But ill luck wrought the Raven Go 
to bring cold Ran her watered gold. 
Wide the trestle feast she spread 
for soggy bread brings bright rings. 
Few of the sea steed herd 
safe sailed that whale road. 
Still beckoned the Lost Lands, 
from ill luck to pluck riches. 
Bold spear-friends they found 
when fair to land the band came; 
for Olaf's call was clear 
to southern kin and shield men. 
But spied they chieftains come 
to check with might their right. 
Embers from camp flames flew, 
fierce gleamed and seemed like stars. 
Like yellow grain sprang greed with 
grim men to win the harvest. 
By morning would gray geese fly 
down to lakes of bloody ground. 
Iron-hammered steel struck 
the startled flight of night birds 
as straight warriors wrought 
the wound blades soon to work. 
The men Olaf called came 
to pick camp in thick woods, 
the better to watch the way 
and when weary sleep deep. 
 
===THE GATHERING OF THE RAIDERS===
The camps the scouts skirted 
and said when spied they wide: 
"Seamus of the Cats called 
his carls to camp to hamper 
Dinar the grim Graf and 
great dreams of Olaf's plunder. 
A hundred shields show 
bold the gold of Seamus. 
Another hundred purple hang, 
the hand of Dinar's man to show. 
Few we are, but mighty men 
and mighty men may win the day. 
Let our count number now 
the names who seek the hero's fame 
that stands where shields clash cold 
when light marks the killing fight." 
Forth strode staunch CAMERINUS 
his spear wood stood beside 
his shieldman, sturdy STEPHEN. 
Then up stalked hard RISHARD 
and weapon-girt GAIUS 
with minds to gain great fame. 
Bold CORRBIN fierce in firelight 
followed blame ridden ROLLO. 
Battlemaid bright, BRIGITTA 
and CONALL, bred for red slaughter, 
with SEAN LINDSEY laughed 
loud till dawn through battle songs. 
DUNCAN MacLEOID'S lifted 
blade open laid the ale cask, 
then FURY BAN McMORN filled 
full the cup he lifted up. 
ALREK and broken toed TARL 
together downed brown ale. 
Dagger-eyed DAFYD dared 
the morrow's doom with brave AVERY. 
The giant KARL smiled sly 
as stone honed his broad axe 
and DANIEL told of dark days 
and dire ones soon to bloom. 
Then to Olaf's camp came 
a few to crew the hold; 
and found the fighter's 
pack fair victuals lacked. 
For the warrior's weal 
welcome drew Ana'Stacia. 
From far Bjornsborg, Blanche 
brought the fat battle feast. 
Red tressed Bonnie's timely 
tread brought the hero's bread. 
From the south sought Moonbear, 
shining battle gold to hold; 
with Ragnar to take the tale 
and tell well the bold saga. 
Thus had the number named 
now to swim the grim blood sea. 
 
===THE CHOOSING OF THE CHIEFTAIN===
Though his doom drove Olaf down to Niord's tall hall, his bold banner will wave for his wierd steered the course. But must a chief be chosen, the champion's fame to aim and point the straight spear down storm roads red to tread. Since Olaf's ships lost land only luck and skill plucks fruit from the baffle trees the field grows on the morrow. Must be cunning and craft the rede that leads this crew. So what fierce chief fares to make the wake they follow? Gave the Roman this rede: On the red field they'll wield not the sharper sword, but many stand ten to one against us. So the woods our plan must make, most to strike like a hound at the heel of the host and him
drag down to ground. FURY BAN MacMORN followed: The forest boar cuts deep as did my Pictish people; so do we pursue them. We shall be the wild wind that wreaks blood streaks. Of these briar lands, Lords our lofty claim names us. This Pict the raiders raised upon the red shield and said, "You shall steer our quick course to carry us to victory. Of our band the banner and bane of foemen slain, blue as wode will it be, to wave the brave men on."
 
===THE BRIAR LORDS DEAL WITH DINAR TO BATTLE SEAMUS===
The Pict in dark night did dare fare to Dinar's fire. The white shield he bore bade behind their line safe pass. Received Graf Dinar his gifts and gave an ear to hear spoke the battle bargain bold, the lost gold to claim. At light's dawn the Gold Duke down the baffle track did sound his array of bright byrnies. Barred there his pass Dinar's men held grim their halberds. A host to reap the gold wheat. Formed Seamus his shield wall to spite the wound grouse flight. The shield line bright spears stung. Swords pranced the silver dance. Purple halberds hacked gold, as howling spears shed red. Kicked and shivered shield walls, biting like fighting stallions. Then from the flanking forest flew the blue warriors. Like a thursur's back broke by Mjolnir's bite the bright
shield wall shuddered and fell. With spears fear raised men from the rent gap ran; bright red blades made them swift. Scorn words Seamus shouted, his shieldmen to group again. The blood struck fierce and fast the fold of golden sheep until the Lion roared his wrath and raised up their dazed shields. Back to the forest ferns fell the dire Briar Lords. Men, at the lure leaping left red dew on blue spears. Tight held the shields of Seamus shone they though less brightly. The far way back they fought; forest dread sped them home. Silver ransom weal rode raiders heavy laden; bright rings bought noble heads and stealth brought golden wealth.
 
===THE WRATH OF THE GOLD DUKE===
Vengeance the Gold Cat called on the camp the raiders made. Malice, his mind, steeped strong for storms thundered under gold helms badly battered. Black venom from men's hearts. His greatest heroes gave grave oaths sworn with brave words. At dawn rode ready men when raider tracks hounds found. The forest broad they braved, the bright teeth of wolves to pull. Wary they traveled the trail, a tread soft led the host. But a trail covered cannot long conceal the ale song. From raider beards fell foam from fearless horns of beer. Loudly mead-soaked heroes howled in the hall of the tall forest. Then fell hard upon heads the great hammer of Seamus. The victory ale's cold keg must not be cracked too soon. Men with foggy brains brawled to break away from slayers. Quick were scattered weapons snatched to scar the cold gold shields. But the fight the mead marked and men swayed in the fray. Brave FURY BAN MacMORN fell sore before the Duke's fist. The shield of strong STEPHEN staunch guarded his liege lord. Retreat called CAMERINUS, but came to this aim none. Then hard the battle band of men beat STEPHEN down. Enraged, the Roman swore vengeance red on gold heads. The safe haven few found of forest wide for hiding. Wet chains wrapped the raiders. Red the bands bound round them. In thralldom lay the lofty crew the call of Olaf drew. The net of wrath Seamus wrought tight wrung the blue fighters.
 
===HOW CAMERINUS CAME TO STAND BEFORE THE STRONGHOLD OF SEAMUS===
But one escaped to claim the cloak of forest oak. Speedy were his long legs and light as nightfall's dew. CAMERINUS slew some sly loud hounds that found him. In a leafy loft he I lay to plan man-slaughter. The Roman found no friends where foes had made their raid. The shattered shield of STEPHEN showed where the bowyer fell. The trampled grass dark grew; grim from the rain of blood stains. He tight gripped his great spear and grimly stalked the open road. Bloody raiders railed at rusty chains and wound pain. Sour wine and bark bread was broke to choke the heroes. "Slim the ransom from landless lords," did muse Duke Seamus. "Where is your cunning craft? Can luck pluck no ransom?" A warning the gate guards gave of a tall man standing with a staunch and fearless stance, and a stare that dared much. Loud called CAMERINUS so careful ears could hear. "This road I ride is gray but red should be instead. Bring your thanes to thrust My thirsty spear clear through. All at once or one by one come feel
my steely blade." Arthur of the Fen faced fierce the tall bold Roman, six armed men followed fast, full wary of the dare. "Do yet the hounds hang back?" howled the warrior's words. Arthur called, "Come to us brave CAMERINUS must, for his fellow curs crawl in our cage and wagers say he is wont to work well sore the galley's oar." (Camerinus said:) "Your knights knelt before us and not so long ago. Our best beer and meat eased their bonds with fair repast. If won this contest could by callous customs foul you are far more famous folk than we hope to be." (Sir Arthur said.) "Your long legs outstep our line, so stand if man you are." Straight the Roman raced them to rush around their ground. (Camerinus said.) "Do you follow then through thorny ways or scorn glory?" (Sir Arthur said.) "You shall not draw us down to sore divide our force." Two men marched silent soft and so around they found the warriors’ broad back. Braver deeds need daring. Sprung thus the timely trap that about the hero closed. So fared the Roman's fate that oft' follows heroes.
 
===THE COMING OF BATTLE BLANCHE===
Left in the wake of waste where Seamus won the fray gathered there were those who thought were lost the caught men. To flee and find safety from the foe showed good sense, the camp's followers felt, before more doom came down. "With one mission we met and made to raid these lands," cried the feast bringer, Blanche. "Bargained we to share fair the hoard of glittering gold. For good support would we well earn our red gold rings. Ripe spoils for loyal friends. Now the bloody chain chafes our champions brave, gravely. I will not leave our lords lacking freedom while we flee to warm soft safety. Steady and true our blue banner should wave to wake wild the deep sleep of heroes." The banner of her band she bound tight round her hair. The kettle's wood cover became the shield she'd wield. For her sword the stout ladle swung, in slight grip, mighty. Armed thus with just jutted jaw she strode the red road. Dust swirled at her sharp step and shadows fled her tread. Wolves ran low with tails tucked from the track of black storms. High above the red road ravens dark barked hungry. Come then did Battle Blanche to break the gates of fate. In her eyes the fire flamed fierce to pierce the guardsmen. Spears drew bewildered back and barred they not her way. Up then paced Pendaran, proud and mighty fighter. The path he dared hold hard and hinder swift her tread. Him, lightning swift, she smote her stroke and broke a shard from out the ladle large, to lodge deep in seat meat. Up then Seamus shouldered to shout above the thane's pain. "Do hold your great spoon still and swat no more men sore. Do you bring ready ransom for rogues the hounds found?" "No ransom I bring," barked Blanche, "but a challenge shall I make to set lords loose. Let them free or fight with me." She raised the buckler brave and brandished ladled hand. Seamus up raised his hands to hold away the blow. "Strike me not with stir sticks for stout heart gained you fame. If for ransom courage counts, complete the debt you met. Take all your heroes home to heal and eat your meal." And so were shackles struck and stalwart heroes followed out from camp Baffle Blanche. Bright savior of the fighters. Fair keeper of the cauldron. Cruel beater of the hip meat. Breaker of the blood brawl. Bride of war and valor.
 
===THE COUNCIL OF THE BLUE WARRIORS===
Bloody sore and great were wounds wrapped fair with careful herbs. Loaded were trestle trays with tasty meats and sweet wine for vigor’s stout strength. Strong were warriors’ hearts. To them was brought the beer to boast with mighty toasts. After wounds sore were soothed, they sat for council round the brands that brightly burned. Brooded then the men of blue. Their Pictish chieftain charged, "Change we now sword for plow? Beaten men here sit sad who scorned once the Norn's thread. Shall we pack gathered goods and grovel to the tall ships, afraid to cringe or crawl or chance a backward glance? Hard we fought and hard fell, For, that's what heroes do. Shall now blades dance at dawn to drive Valkyries nigh?" Men jumped and held high their heads and cried with pride. "Our stand, the morrow marks, may make us fall to death, but none we face will force the field to see us yield. All-Father, may you mark where mighty fights the few."
 
===THE WAR WAIN===
The light of day burned bright and brought the horde of swords to gleam upon the pale plain. Perish there would good men, to drown beneath the broad and bloody flood of battle. Red muzzles of wild wolves woke and spoke the rune. Graf Dinar, ahead his host, hailed loud the proud Seamus. Ended he trusted truce with tribute thrown salute to the warrior's brave blue band standing at the wood's rim. Then thunder rolled roaring and rumbled from the forest. Mead heavy, shield sided, spear bristled, beer laden. The Briar Lord's War Wain was watched by wary eyes. Baftlemaids draped her deck to dare a boarding horde. From kegs, beer flowed foaming to fall in amber splendor. (The Blue Warriors said) "We mean to share the spoils sought by all who brawl here. Come swear your war weapons to well defend this end and see well how we host with heavy keg this levy. Well honored truce we'd toast; you thirsty men to win." But no man fared forward to fast seal the booty deal. Fear of chieftain's gruff glare or greed was worse than thirst. (The Blue Warriors said) "Know then your horns will hold hostage drink from chain links. We will baffle and bind your best men once again."
 
===THE FINAL BATTLE FOR THE LOST LANDS===
Then were champions chosen by chiefs to contest best. DAFYD of the blue banner bore the war challenge. Shields clashed in mounting might and made the blades bite deep. DAFYD swung dripping death and drew he life from strife. A severing blow broke bone to lay his foeman low. Loud then did fierce horns howl to hail the battle gale. Then broke the storm of slaying swords upon the field of shields. Savage halberds harshly hacked to rend attackers. The great shield walls washed with bloody gore and scored with axe bites cruel and crafty, crawled like brawling serpents. The wound blades fiercely fell. Few fled that day of slaying. Rich the raven's fat feast. Full the gorge of gaunt wolves. Seamus won the Lost Lands, his legion shared fair gold. The Lords of Briars bore the brunt of war’s glory. Long their death song sang. The safe way they shunned. On that last daring day drew they Valhalla's maids. Warriors of the banner blue. Bold, lost gold, sea raiders. The eyes of Ulfgar’s son saw the spear rain on Bellmead plain. Well filled was my high home with Gunnioth's heady mead. So ends this skald's saga of that shining battle time.

The Songbook of Ragnar Ulfgarsson

2026-08-26T03:28:45Z

Zubeydah: /* DRINK TO THE SWORD */

Herein are the works of Ragnar Ulfgarsson, mundanely known as Ron Snow, shared here through the kindness of his beloved wife, Thordis.

==DRAGON'S GOLD==
 
Below the bones of Ymir, some men have called the keel, 
lay the mighty house of Hrothgar of legendary weal. 
I pounded on the gatepost and was led into the hall; 
they sat me in an honored seat 'tween carven timbers tall. 
Hrothgar bid me welcome as the thralls lay trestles down 
and the hunger burned within me when his daughter's face I found. 
I had heard the tale from suitors that had come to seek her hand, 
how none could meet her bride-price in all this northern land. 
Hrothgar's eyes were glowing across the longfire's light 
as my horn was filled by his daughter's hand the wolves howled in the night. 
"The season's ill for journey," Hrothgar said to me. 
"And your clothes so rich and your manner high bespeak nobility. 
What is it that brings you here so far from kith and kin? 
Know that I might aid you that you might call me friend." 
"My journey ended sudden when I saw your daughter fair, 
for I have found what I have sought in maiden beauty rare. 
But, sleep of late eludes me for her face is in my mind, 
so ask the price you seek for her so peace at last I'll find." 
"Oh! Many have sought my daughter's hand but none could meet the price 
And all now gaze on the face of Hel in the land of fire and ice. 
For half the price is in your purse, and half," he said to me, 
"is a treasure hoard in the northern crags that you will fetch for me. 
But, death is there and madness, for a dragon guards the gold. 
But I will have his treasure if my daughter you would hold." 
And his eyes burned in the firelight as greed sparked through his brain. 
My purse I threw before his feet and laughed at rede of bane. 
Oh, you shall have your dragon gold," I said, "And more besides. 
I'll show to you the dragon's head and then I'll claim my bride." 
In three days time I stood before the greedy Hrothgar's seat 
and the dragon gold was spread about and shining at his feet. 
"I will take your daughter now, " I said, "Upon your word." 
But he ran his fingers through the gold as if he had not heard. 
"My daughter's beauty brings me wealth," Hrothgar told me then. 
"And the flow of gold from a suitor's purse might likely never end." 
And his henchmen then surrounded me at a signal from their lord. 
"I fear that I must take your life and keep the dragon's hoard. 
But if others come a-seeking you I'll tell them of your fame, 
of how you slew the dragon e'er it brought you to your bane." 
Then his daughter smiled upon me, then upon the dragon gold 
and I found the girl was like her sire with a heart all frozen cold. 
"I'd have settled for your daughter to end her suitor's quest. 
Although I slew them one and all, they dared disturb my rest. 
Now you would slay me out-of-hand for naught but mortal greed, 
when you have broken faith with me and so the dragon freed." 
Then the mist rolled back from off their sight and I stood in splendor dread. 
With breath of fire and fangs of bronze and scales of crimson red. 
"You'll have no need of a treasure hoard in the land of fire and cold." 
Then I pulled the house of Hrothgar down and then took back my gold. 
 
==DRAGON SHIP==
Foaming furls of the dragon's track 
Sweep toward the craggy shore, 
There to break on rock and reef 
And none can spare the widow's grief 
When they hear the dragon roar. 
Storm god's breath in billowed sail 
Bring down the fire and blood. 
And the wolves drink well 
From the men that fell 
Beneath the northern flood. 
Then the dragon turns as the fires burn high 
To drink the winter's mead 
But a year will fly 
And the time is nigh 
For the Fenris wolf to feed. 
 

==GOOD FORTUNE==
 
Sweet have been the days of my life long and lagged not 
I in bragging boast of fortune that has favored me. 
That hound called Luck found me often. 
Many things am I thankful for 
And for these I shall raise my praise. 
Loyal kinsmen and steadfast friends, 
Fleet ships, a sword's sure grip and mead. 
A good father and family 
Fed me manners with a strong hand. 
They taught me ships and sword and axe 
And sagas of the bold hero's road. 
Wealth I've had and I learned at length that 
It lasts when given to friends. 
More lasting than mountains 
I found friends that did not 
Fade when trading's poor. 
In fear from my face there have fled few women, 
And from that mead vat 
Many a horn have I dipped deep. 
Drank from a woman's breast is wine best. 
Oft' have I sailed the swift swan road 
To swim in the light of Mjolnir's bite 
For the sake of seeing new skies 
That soar above the roaring waves. 
Would good fortune fill the future 
As full and great as fate once did. 
But should it not, my fill I have had 
And held more luck than three score men. 
But when comes the time Skuld severs my songs, 
Let me end life in strife, 
With a final horn, and a sharp sword; 
A seat to win in Odin's hall. 
 
==BATTLESKALD==
He runs before the northern wind 
To cleave the foam with narrow keel 
With one hand on the dragon's prow 
The other clenched 'round thirsty steel. 
Eyes like fire in battle's heat 
From axe and sword the song does ring. 
Come to bathe the world in blood 
The Raven spreads the ebon wing. 
Like thunder borne upon the wind 
The word goes forth in warning dread 
The Battleskald has come again 
The Fenris Wolf has raised his head. 
 
==THE BEAR AND THE ROWAN TREE==
Where the river winds in the forest glen, where the salmon jump in the morning sun, 
When the breath of summer's on the wind, at the break of day the Bear will come, 
And watch the leaping silver fin then slap the water three times three, 
And breakfast there in the forest glen 'neath the spreading shade of the Rowan Tree. 
And her singing leaves will whisper sweet to lull his great and shaggy head; 
Weaving shade for the noonday heat with flowers white and berries red. 
Straight and tall, she stands alone there where the rocky waters start 
With roots that break the mountain stone yet tender twine the great Bear's heart. 
And he will smile a wintry 'sigh and nuzzle soft against her skin 
And feel the scar of years gone by when she had felt the hand of men. 
And his eyes will fill with boiling blood and rumbles growl inside his form 
As anger flows like a raging flood to think of those who wished her harm. 
They came with steel and braying pride and wineskins draped from saddle bow 
And spite was in their very stride and thunder clouds upon their brow. 
They hunted horn from the wild hart's head as handles for their knives so bright, 
The flesh they left for maggot's bread with waste the nature of their spite. 
They stopped to boast and drink their wine beside the rolling riverside 
But of the Bear there was no sign that ever did he there abide. 
Perhaps a bow or shaft of spear the men saw in the Rowan Tree 
And though the tree was young in year the axe bit deep to cut it free. 
Like thunder after lightning's stroke from out the forest came a roar 
And from the woods the fury broke and down upon the men it bore. 
The axe was torn from a shoulder bone and necks, like twigs, were cracked in twain 
The fruit sprung from the seed they'd sown was nourished in the bloody rain. 
But soon the hunters gained their steel, for these were men that knew of war 
But from the death the Bear did deal the ravens numbered one and four. 
With spears they ringed about the beast, determined men with cunning bold. 
One or two he'd kill at least before he felt the blade so cold. 
Then the clouds grew dark and the lightning woke and witchfires danced above the trees; 
In the forest heart there stood an Oak all ringed about with fiery leaves. 
A white Fox stood at the oak tree's side with a grinning Wolf as dark as night; 
An Eagle on the wind did ride above the fiery forest light. 
And the men drew back as the lightning spoke and from the circle tore the Bear 
And when the spell at last was broke a score of men stood cursing there. 
They tracked the beast unto his lair, with spears they charged into the dell 
But from those woods not one did fare and like a shroud the silence fell. 
So, if by chance you ride one day where the river winds in the forest glen 
And under a Rowan Tree you lay when the breath of summer's on the wind; 
If for a time you'd linger there then let your heart dispel despite 
Or you may chance upon the Bear, for the woods have teeth as well as sight. 
And her singing leaves still whisper sweet to lull his great and shaggy head; 
Weaving shade for the noonday heat with flowers white and berries red. 
Straight and tall, she stands alone there where the rocky waters start 
With roots that break the mountain stone yet tender twine the great Bear's heart. 
 
==BIG AXE==
To the land of Ansteorra sailed a Viking one fine day. 
He rowed right up the river toward Bjornsborg, so they say. 
No one dared to ask the reason why he came unto this land, 
For the Viking there among them had a Big Axe in his hand. 
Big Axe in his hand. 
 
It was halfway past September when he swaggered into town. He came striding from 
the south side, slowly looking all around. 
"He's a Viking out for plunder" came the whisper from each man, "and he's here to do 
some mischief with that Big Axe in his hand." 
Big Axe in his hand. 
 
Now in this town there lived a Norman by the name of Jean Pierre. 
He was foppish and a dandy and put perfume in his hair. 
But was vicious and was deadly with the rapier at his side 
And the many men that faced him were the many men that died. 
Many men that died. 
 
The Norman's fame at wenching was a scandal in the land. 
A duchess or a milkmaid were like putty in his hand. 
He would use them for his pleasure and then send them home in shame. 
And their menfolk greatly trembled at the mention of his name. 
Mention of his name. 
 
Now the Viking started talking, made it plain to folks around. 
He'd come here to wreak his vengeance on the Norman in the town. 
Jean Pierre had bed his sister and no bride price had been paid, 
Then he sent her back to Norway only after she's been laid. 
After she'd been laid. 
 
The Norman merely chuckled when the story he did hear, 
Then he sharpened up his rapier and threw down another beer. 
Forty vengeance-seeking brothers he had slain unto the man, 
Forty-one would be the Viking with the Big Axe in his hand. 
Big Axe in his hand. 
 
Well, the morning passed so quickly, it was time for them to meet. 
Wearing puffs and slashes, Jean Pierre stood in the street. 
And the Viking dressed in leather and with furs upon his frame 
Was the object of the snobbish Norman's obvious disdain. 
Obvious disdain. 
 
"I remember now your sister," said the Norman with a smile, 
"You have similar taste in fashion and no sense at all of style. 
I would rather slay your tailor, but I'll kill you where you stand. 
You won't even get a chance to use that Big Axe in your hand." 
Big Axe in your hand. 
 
"I came all the way from Norway," said the Viking with a sneer, 
"Not to enter fashion shows, for you would win, I fear. 
I come here to slay a Norman dog whose blood I've vowed to spill 
And it pleases me to see that you are dressed so fit to kill." 
Dressed so fit to kill. 
 
Jean Pierre glared at the Viking with a face so scarlet red. 
His honor would be only soothed when Viking blood was shed. 
Peasants watched them from their windows, everybody held their breath. 
They knew this Norseman Viking was a hand away from death. 
Hand away from death. 
 
Well, the Norman started forward with red murder in his hand, 
And the minstrels sing the battle was the swiftest in the land. 
The rapier barely cleared its scabbard when the Axe came crashing down 
And the Norman toppled over with a Big Axe in his crown. 
Big Axe in his crown. 
 
It was over in a moment and the folks had gathered round. 
There before them lay the body of the Norman on the ground. 
Well, he might have gone on living, never thought of lying dead... 
But, it's kind of hard to think when there's a Big Axe in your head. 
Big Axe in your head. 
 
Big Axe, Big Axe... 
And it's kind of hard to think when there's a Big Axe in your head, 
Big Axe in your head 
 
==THE BREAKERS AND THE SEA==
Like men clashing in battle 
Rattles the foam sword of sea 
Upon the breakers striking 
The bloodless fight is endless. 
The rocks they shed the sea spray 
Uncaring as yesterday. 
Father, son and grandson 
Will many pass away 
And the rock will yield a chip. 
And the sea will shout a cheer. 
Men will always fight and win. 
Men will always fight and lose. 
Standard on a foreign shore 
Taken there and back again. 
Father loses life and land. 
Son will take it back again. 
So men wage the living war. 
Shore against the endless sea. 
Foam sword breaking on the rock 
Wins a pebble soon forgot. 
 
==THE DEATH OF FALLOWMOON==
"What? Oh, I must have nodded off again to dream of another day 
As I often do on wintry nights when the fog rolls down from the starry heights 
And I think of those times and those glorious fights... 
When my head was not so gray. 
There were four of us but we stood as one 'neath a pale and fallow moon, 
And we laughed at life and we laughed at death that often came too soon. 
We tore at life like a haunch of meat and swallowed it whole and lean. 
We took it first and held it last and we drank in the in-between. 
But, the time drew nigh as we knew it must when the final deeds be done 
And each we found the other's face and grinned at the fight to come. 
We held that ground upon the strand with our backs against the sea. 
Then Raimon fell 'neath the battle's din with a cut that was meant for me. 
I cursed him sound and shook his head, "Nay! You will not depart." 
"Drain a cup for me," he said, and died with a laugh in his heart. 
We three fought on with blooded steel till the sun turned dark and red. 
Then across the sands that drank their blood our foemen broke and fled. 
Then Erland with a score of wounds stood bloody at my side. 
"I think I'll sit me down to rest," he said before he died. 
In the dark I raged about those dunes with a mist upon my sight, 
But no foe I found to slake the thirst that burned me dry that night. 
They say Athena wandered off with a song borne on the wind. 
I found an oak where her footsteps stopped but she was never seen again. 
Then I cursed the life and I cursed the death and I cursed the blood and bone; 
And I cursed the gods that left me there, that left me there alone. 
What? Oh, I must have wandered off again to dream of another day, 
As I often do on wintry nights when the fog rolls down from the starry heights 
And I think of those times and those glorious fights... 
When my head was not so gray." 
 
==DRINK TO THE SWORD==
(Chorus) 
Let's... drink to the sword that sings merry in battle. 
And drink to the foemen who gallantly die. 
Let's lift up our horns and drink deep till tomorrow. 
Let's drink deep the mead till the barrel runs dry. 
 
And what shall we do when tomorrow comes early? 
And what shall we do when tomorrow comes nigh? 
We'll take to the longships and set the sail smartly. 
We'll take to the longships and set the sail high. 
 
And... (Chorus) 
And what shall we do if the north wind is blowing? 
And what shall we do if the north wind is tame? 
By sail or by oar we will hasten to England 
To pillage and plunder for fortune and fame. 
And... (Chorus) 
 
And what shall we do if a storm comes a-squalling 
With thunder and lightning and rain on the sea? 
We'll bail out the water and lift up our voices 
And sign with the hammer so Odin will see. 
And... (Chorus) 
 
And what shall we do when we land there in England 
Beside a tall fortress so strong and so bold? 
We'll pound on our shields till the walls are a-crumbling 
Then cut down the soldiers and take all the gold. 
And... (Chorus) 
 
And what shall we do if the soldiers are many 
A thousand or more who will stand unafraid? 
We'll sing 'em a song with great smiles on our faces 
For we are but merchants who've come here to trade. 
 

==BLARDRENGIR SAGA==
(THE SAGA OF THE BLUE WARRIORS) 
''This Work is written in the Drottkvaett (Court Measure) of 9th century Skaldic Poetry. The early scalds, such as Bragi the Old and Egill Skalla-Grimsson, were less strict with the rules governing this poetic style than were later scalds. Those rules were as follows: Each line must be of six syllables, though some syllables may be "quick" or "long". Eight lines will comprise a strophe. The odd numbered lines must contain two alliterating syllables (called pillars). The even numbered lines must contain a syllable called the main stave) that alliterates with those in the above odd numbered line. In some cases, there was only one, seldom more than two, alliterating syllables in the odd numbered line, but those were exceptions. Half and full syllabic rhyme could be used liberally throughout the piece but seemed to have been mandatory in the fourth and eighth line.'' 
 
''This story is based on the Battle for the Lost Lands that arose in the kingdom of Ansteorra during the reign of King Michael. Duke Seamus, Graf Dinar and Baron Olaf each raised an army to contend for possession of the disputed land that was said to be the birthplace of the Ansteorran kingdom. Much wealth and many artifacts were said to be buried there. Baron Olaf and his army met with many mishaps on the way to the baffle. Only seventeen men arrived to fight under his blue banner. Duke Seamus and Graf Dinar actually had only thirty to forty men each. I had pledged my support to Baron Olaf and arrived to find his seventeen warriors already swaggering like saga-heroes. They were vastly outnumbered but were determined to ride the glory road. What occurred was the stuff of sagas and so it was written.'' 
 
Fast the glory road is ridden 
and rise will the wise man early, 
for high deeds are done by day, 
and the rough day is short enough. 

===HOW BARON OLAF'S PLAN TO RAID THE LOST LANDS WENT AWRY===
Olaf of Karkov called helm trees 
to come ride the wide foam road 
for the Lost Land where booty 
for bold men lay gleaming gold. 
A hundred raised sworn swords 
and steely made the raider's song, 
for who is loathe to leave 
lofty halls when glory calls. 
 
A hundred men set sail 
to explore the lore-sung land, 
and bring the bright legend 
hoard aboard brilliant decks. 
But ill luck wrought the Raven Go 
to bring cold Ran her watered gold. 
Wide the trestle feast she spread 
for soggy bread brings bright rings. 
Few of the sea steed herd 
safe sailed that whale road. 
Still beckoned the Lost Lands, 
from ill luck to pluck riches. 
Bold spear-friends they found 
when fair to land the band came; 
for Olaf's call was clear 
to southern kin and shield men. 
But spied they chieftains come 
to check with might their right. 
Embers from camp flames flew, 
fierce gleamed and seemed like stars. 
Like yellow grain sprang greed with 
grim men to win the harvest. 
By morning would gray geese fly 
down to lakes of bloody ground. 
Iron-hammered steel struck 
the startled flight of night birds 
as straight warriors wrought 
the wound blades soon to work. 
The men Olaf called came 
to pick camp in thick woods, 
the better to watch the way 
and when weary sleep deep. 
 
===THE GATHERING OF THE RAIDERS===
The camps the scouts skirted 
and said when spied they wide: 
"Seamus of the Cats called 
his carls to camp to hamper 
Dinar the grim Graf and 
great dreams of Olaf's plunder. 
A hundred shields show 
bold the gold of Seamus. 
Another hundred purple hang, 
the hand of Dinar's man to show. 
Few we are, but mighty men 
and mighty men may win the day. 
Let our count number now 
the names who seek the hero's fame 
that stands where shields clash cold 
when light marks the killing fight." 
Forth strode staunch CAMERINUS 
his spear wood stood beside 
his shieldman, sturdy STEPHEN. 
Then up stalked hard RISHARD 
and weapon-girt GAIUS 
with minds to gain great fame. 
Bold CORRBIN fierce in firelight 
followed blame ridden ROLLO. 
Battlemaid bright, BRIGITTA 
and CONALL, bred for red slaughter, 
with SEAN LINDSEY laughed 
loud till dawn through battle songs. 
DUNCAN MacLEOID'S lifted 
blade open laid the ale cask, 
then FURY BAN McMORN filled 
full the cup he lifted up. 
ALREK and broken toed TARL 
together downed brown ale. 
Dagger-eyed DAFYD dared 
the morrow's doom with brave AVERY. 
The giant KARL smiled sly 
as stone honed his broad axe 
and DANIEL told of dark days 
and dire ones soon to bloom. 
Then to Olaf's camp came 
a few to crew the hold; 
and found the fighter's 
pack fair victuals lacked. 
For the warrior's weal 
welcome drew Ana'Stacia. 
From far Bjornsborg, Blanche 
brought the fat battle feast. 
Red tressed Bonnie's timely 
tread brought the hero's bread. 
From the south sought Moonbear, 
shining battle gold to hold; 
with Ragnar to take the tale 
and tell well the bold saga. 
Thus had the number named 
now to swim the grim blood sea. 
 
===THE CHOOSING OF THE CHIEFTAIN===
Though his doom drove Olaf down to Niord's tall hall, his bold banner will wave for his wierd steered the course. But must a chief be chosen, the champion's fame to aim and point the straight spear down storm roads red to tread. Since Olaf's ships lost land only luck and skill plucks fruit from the baffle trees the field grows on the morrow. Must be cunning and craft the rede that leads this crew. So what fierce chief fares to make the wake they follow? Gave the Roman this rede: On the red field they'll wield not the sharper sword, but many stand ten to one against us. So the woods our plan must make, most to strike like a hound at the heel of the host and him
drag down to ground. FURY BAN MacMORN followed: The forest boar cuts deep as did my Pictish people; so do we pursue them. We shall be the wild wind that wreaks blood streaks. Of these briar lands, Lords our lofty claim names us. This Pict the raiders raised upon the red shield and said, "You shall steer our quick course to carry us to victory. Of our band the banner and bane of foemen slain, blue as wode will it be, to wave the brave men on."
 
===THE BRIAR LORDS DEAL WITH DINAR TO BATTLE SEAMUS===
The Pict in dark night did dare fare to Dinar's fire. The white shield he bore bade behind their line safe pass. Received Graf Dinar his gifts and gave an ear to hear spoke the battle bargain bold, the lost gold to claim. At light's dawn the Gold Duke down the baffle track did sound his array of bright byrnies. Barred there his pass Dinar's men held grim their halberds. A host to reap the gold wheat. Formed Seamus his shield wall to spite the wound grouse flight. The shield line bright spears stung. Swords pranced the silver dance. Purple halberds hacked gold, as howling spears shed red. Kicked and shivered shield walls, biting like fighting stallions. Then from the flanking forest flew the blue warriors. Like a thursur's back broke by Mjolnir's bite the bright
shield wall shuddered and fell. With spears fear raised men from the rent gap ran; bright red blades made them swift. Scorn words Seamus shouted, his shieldmen to group again. The blood struck fierce and fast the fold of golden sheep until the Lion roared his wrath and raised up their dazed shields. Back to the forest ferns fell the dire Briar Lords. Men, at the lure leaping left red dew on blue spears. Tight held the shields of Seamus shone they though less brightly. The far way back they fought; forest dread sped them home. Silver ransom weal rode raiders heavy laden; bright rings bought noble heads and stealth brought golden wealth.
 
===THE WRATH OF THE GOLD DUKE===
Vengeance the Gold Cat called on the camp the raiders made. Malice, his mind, steeped strong for storms thundered under gold helms badly battered. Black venom from men's hearts. His greatest heroes gave grave oaths sworn with brave words. At dawn rode ready men when raider tracks hounds found. The forest broad they braved, the bright teeth of wolves to pull. Wary they traveled the trail, a tread soft led the host. But a trail covered cannot long conceal the ale song. From raider beards fell foam from fearless horns of beer. Loudly mead-soaked heroes howled in the hall of the tall forest. Then fell hard upon heads the great hammer of Seamus. The victory ale's cold keg must not be cracked too soon. Men with foggy brains brawled to break away from slayers. Quick were scattered weapons snatched to scar the cold gold shields. But the fight the mead marked and men swayed in the fray. Brave FURY BAN MacMORN fell sore before the Duke's fist. The shield of strong STEPHEN staunch guarded his liege lord. Retreat called CAMERINUS, but came to this aim none. Then hard the battle band of men beat STEPHEN down. Enraged, the Roman swore vengeance red on gold heads. The safe haven few found of forest wide for hiding. Wet chains wrapped the raiders. Red the bands bound round them. In thralldom lay the lofty crew the call of Olaf drew. The net of wrath Seamus wrought tight wrung the blue fighters.
 
===HOW CAMERINUS CAME TO STAND BEFORE THE STRONGHOLD OF SEAMUS===
But one escaped to claim the cloak of forest oak. Speedy were his long legs and light as nightfall's dew. CAMERINUS slew some sly loud hounds that found him. In a leafy loft he I lay to plan man-slaughter. The Roman found no friends where foes had made their raid. The shattered shield of STEPHEN showed where the bowyer fell. The trampled grass dark grew; grim from the rain of blood stains. He tight gripped his great spear and grimly stalked the open road. Bloody raiders railed at rusty chains and wound pain. Sour wine and bark bread was broke to choke the heroes. "Slim the ransom from landless lords," did muse Duke Seamus. "Where is your cunning craft? Can luck pluck no ransom?" A warning the gate guards gave of a tall man standing with a staunch and fearless stance, and a stare that dared much. Loud called CAMERINUS so careful ears could hear. "This road I ride is gray but red should be instead. Bring your thanes to thrust My thirsty spear clear through. All at once or one by one come feel
my steely blade." Arthur of the Fen faced fierce the tall bold Roman, six armed men followed fast, full wary of the dare. "Do yet the hounds hang back?" howled the warrior's words. Arthur called, "Come to us brave CAMERINUS must, for his fellow curs crawl in our cage and wagers say he is wont to work well sore the galley's oar." (Camerinus said:) "Your knights knelt before us and not so long ago. Our best beer and meat eased their bonds with fair repast. If won this contest could by callous customs foul you are far more famous folk than we hope to be." (Sir Arthur said.) "Your long legs outstep our line, so stand if man you are." Straight the Roman raced them to rush around their ground. (Camerinus said.) "Do you follow then through thorny ways or scorn glory?" (Sir Arthur said.) "You shall not draw us down to sore divide our force." Two men marched silent soft and so around they found the warriors’ broad back. Braver deeds need daring. Sprung thus the timely trap that about the hero closed. So fared the Roman's fate that oft' follows heroes.
 
===THE COMING OF BATTLE BLANCHE===
Left in the wake of waste where Seamus won the fray gathered there were those who thought were lost the caught men. To flee and find safety from the foe showed good sense, the camp's followers felt, before more doom came down. "With one mission we met and made to raid these lands," cried the feast bringer, Blanche. "Bargained we to share fair the hoard of glittering gold. For good support would we well earn our red gold rings. Ripe spoils for loyal friends. Now the bloody chain chafes our champions brave, gravely. I will not leave our lords lacking freedom while we flee to warm soft safety. Steady and true our blue banner should wave to wake wild the deep sleep of heroes." The banner of her band she bound tight round her hair. The kettle's wood cover became the shield she'd wield. For her sword the stout ladle swung, in slight grip, mighty. Armed thus with just jutted jaw she strode the red road. Dust swirled at her sharp step and shadows fled her tread. Wolves ran low with tails tucked from the track of black storms. High above the red road ravens dark barked hungry. Come then did Battle Blanche to break the gates of fate. In her eyes the fire flamed fierce to pierce the guardsmen. Spears drew bewildered back and barred they not her way. Up then paced Pendaran, proud and mighty fighter. The path he dared hold hard and hinder swift her tread. Him, lightning swift, she smote her stroke and broke a shard from out the ladle large, to lodge deep in seat meat. Up then Seamus shouldered to shout above the thane's pain. "Do hold your great spoon still and swat no more men sore. Do you bring ready ransom for rogues the hounds found?" "No ransom I bring," barked Blanche, "but a challenge shall I make to set lords loose. Let them free or fight with me." She raised the buckler brave and brandished ladled hand. Seamus up raised his hands to hold away the blow. "Strike me not with stir sticks for stout heart gained you fame. If for ransom courage counts, complete the debt you met. Take all your heroes home to heal and eat your meal." And so were shackles struck and stalwart heroes followed out from camp Baffle Blanche. Bright savior of the fighters. Fair keeper of the cauldron. Cruel beater of the hip meat. Breaker of the blood brawl. Bride of war and valor.
 
===THE COUNCIL OF THE BLUE WARRIORS===
Bloody sore and great were wounds wrapped fair with careful herbs. Loaded were trestle trays with tasty meats and sweet wine for vigor’s stout strength. Strong were warriors’ hearts. To them was brought the beer to boast with mighty toasts. After wounds sore were soothed, they sat for council round the brands that brightly burned. Brooded then the men of blue. Their Pictish chieftain charged, "Change we now sword for plow? Beaten men here sit sad who scorned once the Norn's thread. Shall we pack gathered goods and grovel to the tall ships, afraid to cringe or crawl or chance a backward glance? Hard we fought and hard fell, For, that's what heroes do. Shall now blades dance at dawn to drive Valkyries nigh?" Men jumped and held high their heads and cried with pride. "Our stand, the morrow marks, may make us fall to death, but none we face will force the field to see us yield. All-Father, may you mark where mighty fights the few."
 
===THE WAR WAIN===
The light of day burned bright and brought the horde of swords to gleam upon the pale plain. Perish there would good men, to drown beneath the broad and bloody flood of battle. Red muzzles of wild wolves woke and spoke the rune. Graf Dinar, ahead his host, hailed loud the proud Seamus. Ended he trusted truce with tribute thrown salute to the warrior's brave blue band standing at the wood's rim. Then thunder rolled roaring and rumbled from the forest. Mead heavy, shield sided, spear bristled, beer laden. The Briar Lord's War Wain was watched by wary eyes. Baftlemaids draped her deck to dare a boarding horde. From kegs, beer flowed foaming to fall in amber splendor. (The Blue Warriors said) "We mean to share the spoils sought by all who brawl here. Come swear your war weapons to well defend this end and see well how we host with heavy keg this levy. Well honored truce we'd toast; you thirsty men to win." But no man fared forward to fast seal the booty deal. Fear of chieftain's gruff glare or greed was worse than thirst. (The Blue Warriors said) "Know then your horns will hold hostage drink from chain links. We will baffle and bind your best men once again."
 
===THE FINAL BATTLE FOR THE LOST LANDS===
Then were champions chosen by chiefs to contest best. DAFYD of the blue banner bore the war challenge. Shields clashed in mounting might and made the blades bite deep. DAFYD swung dripping death and drew he life from strife. A severing blow broke bone to lay his foeman low. Loud then did fierce horns howl to hail the battle gale. Then broke the storm of slaying swords upon the field of shields. Savage halberds harshly hacked to rend attackers. The great shield walls washed with bloody gore and scored with axe bites cruel and crafty, crawled like brawling serpents. The wound blades fiercely fell. Few fled that day of slaying. Rich the raven's fat feast. Full the gorge of gaunt wolves. Seamus won the Lost Lands, his legion shared fair gold. The Lords of Briars bore the brunt of war’s glory. Long their death song sang. The safe way they shunned. On that last daring day drew they Valhalla's maids. Warriors of the banner blue. Bold, lost gold, sea raiders. The eyes of Ulfgar’s son saw the spear rain on Bellmead plain. Well filled was my high home with Gunnioth's heady mead. So ends this skald's saga of that shining battle time.

The Songbook of Ragnar Ulfgarsson

2026-08-26T03:26:42Z

Zubeydah: /* THE DEATH OF FALLOWMOON */

Herein are the works of Ragnar Ulfgarsson, mundanely known as Ron Snow, shared here through the kindness of his beloved wife, Thordis.

==DRAGON'S GOLD==
 
Below the bones of Ymir, some men have called the keel, 
lay the mighty house of Hrothgar of legendary weal. 
I pounded on the gatepost and was led into the hall; 
they sat me in an honored seat 'tween carven timbers tall. 
Hrothgar bid me welcome as the thralls lay trestles down 
and the hunger burned within me when his daughter's face I found. 
I had heard the tale from suitors that had come to seek her hand, 
how none could meet her bride-price in all this northern land. 
Hrothgar's eyes were glowing across the longfire's light 
as my horn was filled by his daughter's hand the wolves howled in the night. 
"The season's ill for journey," Hrothgar said to me. 
"And your clothes so rich and your manner high bespeak nobility. 
What is it that brings you here so far from kith and kin? 
Know that I might aid you that you might call me friend." 
"My journey ended sudden when I saw your daughter fair, 
for I have found what I have sought in maiden beauty rare. 
But, sleep of late eludes me for her face is in my mind, 
so ask the price you seek for her so peace at last I'll find." 
"Oh! Many have sought my daughter's hand but none could meet the price 
And all now gaze on the face of Hel in the land of fire and ice. 
For half the price is in your purse, and half," he said to me, 
"is a treasure hoard in the northern crags that you will fetch for me. 
But, death is there and madness, for a dragon guards the gold. 
But I will have his treasure if my daughter you would hold." 
And his eyes burned in the firelight as greed sparked through his brain. 
My purse I threw before his feet and laughed at rede of bane. 
Oh, you shall have your dragon gold," I said, "And more besides. 
I'll show to you the dragon's head and then I'll claim my bride." 
In three days time I stood before the greedy Hrothgar's seat 
and the dragon gold was spread about and shining at his feet. 
"I will take your daughter now, " I said, "Upon your word." 
But he ran his fingers through the gold as if he had not heard. 
"My daughter's beauty brings me wealth," Hrothgar told me then. 
"And the flow of gold from a suitor's purse might likely never end." 
And his henchmen then surrounded me at a signal from their lord. 
"I fear that I must take your life and keep the dragon's hoard. 
But if others come a-seeking you I'll tell them of your fame, 
of how you slew the dragon e'er it brought you to your bane." 
Then his daughter smiled upon me, then upon the dragon gold 
and I found the girl was like her sire with a heart all frozen cold. 
"I'd have settled for your daughter to end her suitor's quest. 
Although I slew them one and all, they dared disturb my rest. 
Now you would slay me out-of-hand for naught but mortal greed, 
when you have broken faith with me and so the dragon freed." 
Then the mist rolled back from off their sight and I stood in splendor dread. 
With breath of fire and fangs of bronze and scales of crimson red. 
"You'll have no need of a treasure hoard in the land of fire and cold." 
Then I pulled the house of Hrothgar down and then took back my gold. 
 
==DRAGON SHIP==
Foaming furls of the dragon's track 
Sweep toward the craggy shore, 
There to break on rock and reef 
And none can spare the widow's grief 
When they hear the dragon roar. 
Storm god's breath in billowed sail 
Bring down the fire and blood. 
And the wolves drink well 
From the men that fell 
Beneath the northern flood. 
Then the dragon turns as the fires burn high 
To drink the winter's mead 
But a year will fly 
And the time is nigh 
For the Fenris wolf to feed. 
 

==GOOD FORTUNE==
 
Sweet have been the days of my life long and lagged not 
I in bragging boast of fortune that has favored me. 
That hound called Luck found me often. 
Many things am I thankful for 
And for these I shall raise my praise. 
Loyal kinsmen and steadfast friends, 
Fleet ships, a sword's sure grip and mead. 
A good father and family 
Fed me manners with a strong hand. 
They taught me ships and sword and axe 
And sagas of the bold hero's road. 
Wealth I've had and I learned at length that 
It lasts when given to friends. 
More lasting than mountains 
I found friends that did not 
Fade when trading's poor. 
In fear from my face there have fled few women, 
And from that mead vat 
Many a horn have I dipped deep. 
Drank from a woman's breast is wine best. 
Oft' have I sailed the swift swan road 
To swim in the light of Mjolnir's bite 
For the sake of seeing new skies 
That soar above the roaring waves. 
Would good fortune fill the future 
As full and great as fate once did. 
But should it not, my fill I have had 
And held more luck than three score men. 
But when comes the time Skuld severs my songs, 
Let me end life in strife, 
With a final horn, and a sharp sword; 
A seat to win in Odin's hall. 
 
==BATTLESKALD==
He runs before the northern wind 
To cleave the foam with narrow keel 
With one hand on the dragon's prow 
The other clenched 'round thirsty steel. 
Eyes like fire in battle's heat 
From axe and sword the song does ring. 
Come to bathe the world in blood 
The Raven spreads the ebon wing. 
Like thunder borne upon the wind 
The word goes forth in warning dread 
The Battleskald has come again 
The Fenris Wolf has raised his head. 
 
==THE BEAR AND THE ROWAN TREE==
Where the river winds in the forest glen, where the salmon jump in the morning sun, 
When the breath of summer's on the wind, at the break of day the Bear will come, 
And watch the leaping silver fin then slap the water three times three, 
And breakfast there in the forest glen 'neath the spreading shade of the Rowan Tree. 
And her singing leaves will whisper sweet to lull his great and shaggy head; 
Weaving shade for the noonday heat with flowers white and berries red. 
Straight and tall, she stands alone there where the rocky waters start 
With roots that break the mountain stone yet tender twine the great Bear's heart. 
And he will smile a wintry 'sigh and nuzzle soft against her skin 
And feel the scar of years gone by when she had felt the hand of men. 
And his eyes will fill with boiling blood and rumbles growl inside his form 
As anger flows like a raging flood to think of those who wished her harm. 
They came with steel and braying pride and wineskins draped from saddle bow 
And spite was in their very stride and thunder clouds upon their brow. 
They hunted horn from the wild hart's head as handles for their knives so bright, 
The flesh they left for maggot's bread with waste the nature of their spite. 
They stopped to boast and drink their wine beside the rolling riverside 
But of the Bear there was no sign that ever did he there abide. 
Perhaps a bow or shaft of spear the men saw in the Rowan Tree 
And though the tree was young in year the axe bit deep to cut it free. 
Like thunder after lightning's stroke from out the forest came a roar 
And from the woods the fury broke and down upon the men it bore. 
The axe was torn from a shoulder bone and necks, like twigs, were cracked in twain 
The fruit sprung from the seed they'd sown was nourished in the bloody rain. 
But soon the hunters gained their steel, for these were men that knew of war 
But from the death the Bear did deal the ravens numbered one and four. 
With spears they ringed about the beast, determined men with cunning bold. 
One or two he'd kill at least before he felt the blade so cold. 
Then the clouds grew dark and the lightning woke and witchfires danced above the trees; 
In the forest heart there stood an Oak all ringed about with fiery leaves. 
A white Fox stood at the oak tree's side with a grinning Wolf as dark as night; 
An Eagle on the wind did ride above the fiery forest light. 
And the men drew back as the lightning spoke and from the circle tore the Bear 
And when the spell at last was broke a score of men stood cursing there. 
They tracked the beast unto his lair, with spears they charged into the dell 
But from those woods not one did fare and like a shroud the silence fell. 
So, if by chance you ride one day where the river winds in the forest glen 
And under a Rowan Tree you lay when the breath of summer's on the wind; 
If for a time you'd linger there then let your heart dispel despite 
Or you may chance upon the Bear, for the woods have teeth as well as sight. 
And her singing leaves still whisper sweet to lull his great and shaggy head; 
Weaving shade for the noonday heat with flowers white and berries red. 
Straight and tall, she stands alone there where the rocky waters start 
With roots that break the mountain stone yet tender twine the great Bear's heart. 
 
==BIG AXE==
To the land of Ansteorra sailed a Viking one fine day. 
He rowed right up the river toward Bjornsborg, so they say. 
No one dared to ask the reason why he came unto this land, 
For the Viking there among them had a Big Axe in his hand. 
Big Axe in his hand. 
 
It was halfway past September when he swaggered into town. He came striding from 
the south side, slowly looking all around. 
"He's a Viking out for plunder" came the whisper from each man, "and he's here to do 
some mischief with that Big Axe in his hand." 
Big Axe in his hand. 
 
Now in this town there lived a Norman by the name of Jean Pierre. 
He was foppish and a dandy and put perfume in his hair. 
But was vicious and was deadly with the rapier at his side 
And the many men that faced him were the many men that died. 
Many men that died. 
 
The Norman's fame at wenching was a scandal in the land. 
A duchess or a milkmaid were like putty in his hand. 
He would use them for his pleasure and then send them home in shame. 
And their menfolk greatly trembled at the mention of his name. 
Mention of his name. 
 
Now the Viking started talking, made it plain to folks around. 
He'd come here to wreak his vengeance on the Norman in the town. 
Jean Pierre had bed his sister and no bride price had been paid, 
Then he sent her back to Norway only after she's been laid. 
After she'd been laid. 
 
The Norman merely chuckled when the story he did hear, 
Then he sharpened up his rapier and threw down another beer. 
Forty vengeance-seeking brothers he had slain unto the man, 
Forty-one would be the Viking with the Big Axe in his hand. 
Big Axe in his hand. 
 
Well, the morning passed so quickly, it was time for them to meet. 
Wearing puffs and slashes, Jean Pierre stood in the street. 
And the Viking dressed in leather and with furs upon his frame 
Was the object of the snobbish Norman's obvious disdain. 
Obvious disdain. 
 
"I remember now your sister," said the Norman with a smile, 
"You have similar taste in fashion and no sense at all of style. 
I would rather slay your tailor, but I'll kill you where you stand. 
You won't even get a chance to use that Big Axe in your hand." 
Big Axe in your hand. 
 
"I came all the way from Norway," said the Viking with a sneer, 
"Not to enter fashion shows, for you would win, I fear. 
I come here to slay a Norman dog whose blood I've vowed to spill 
And it pleases me to see that you are dressed so fit to kill." 
Dressed so fit to kill. 
 
Jean Pierre glared at the Viking with a face so scarlet red. 
His honor would be only soothed when Viking blood was shed. 
Peasants watched them from their windows, everybody held their breath. 
They knew this Norseman Viking was a hand away from death. 
Hand away from death. 
 
Well, the Norman started forward with red murder in his hand, 
And the minstrels sing the battle was the swiftest in the land. 
The rapier barely cleared its scabbard when the Axe came crashing down 
And the Norman toppled over with a Big Axe in his crown. 
Big Axe in his crown. 
 
It was over in a moment and the folks had gathered round. 
There before them lay the body of the Norman on the ground. 
Well, he might have gone on living, never thought of lying dead... 
But, it's kind of hard to think when there's a Big Axe in your head. 
Big Axe in your head. 
 
Big Axe, Big Axe... 
And it's kind of hard to think when there's a Big Axe in your head, 
Big Axe in your head 
 
==THE BREAKERS AND THE SEA==
Like men clashing in battle 
Rattles the foam sword of sea 
Upon the breakers striking 
The bloodless fight is endless. 
The rocks they shed the sea spray 
Uncaring as yesterday. 
Father, son and grandson 
Will many pass away 
And the rock will yield a chip. 
And the sea will shout a cheer. 
Men will always fight and win. 
Men will always fight and lose. 
Standard on a foreign shore 
Taken there and back again. 
Father loses life and land. 
Son will take it back again. 
So men wage the living war. 
Shore against the endless sea. 
Foam sword breaking on the rock 
Wins a pebble soon forgot. 
 
==THE DEATH OF FALLOWMOON==
"What? Oh, I must have nodded off again to dream of another day 
As I often do on wintry nights when the fog rolls down from the starry heights 
And I think of those times and those glorious fights... 
When my head was not so gray. 
There were four of us but we stood as one 'neath a pale and fallow moon, 
And we laughed at life and we laughed at death that often came too soon. 
We tore at life like a haunch of meat and swallowed it whole and lean. 
We took it first and held it last and we drank in the in-between. 
But, the time drew nigh as we knew it must when the final deeds be done 
And each we found the other's face and grinned at the fight to come. 
We held that ground upon the strand with our backs against the sea. 
Then Raimon fell 'neath the battle's din with a cut that was meant for me. 
I cursed him sound and shook his head, "Nay! You will not depart." 
"Drain a cup for me," he said, and died with a laugh in his heart. 
We three fought on with blooded steel till the sun turned dark and red. 
Then across the sands that drank their blood our foemen broke and fled. 
Then Erland with a score of wounds stood bloody at my side. 
"I think I'll sit me down to rest," he said before he died. 
In the dark I raged about those dunes with a mist upon my sight, 
But no foe I found to slake the thirst that burned me dry that night. 
They say Athena wandered off with a song borne on the wind. 
I found an oak where her footsteps stopped but she was never seen again. 
Then I cursed the life and I cursed the death and I cursed the blood and bone; 
And I cursed the gods that left me there, that left me there alone. 
What? Oh, I must have wandered off again to dream of another day, 
As I often do on wintry nights when the fog rolls down from the starry heights 
And I think of those times and those glorious fights... 
When my head was not so gray." 
 
==DRINK TO THE SWORD==
(Chorus) 
Let's... drink to the sword that sings merry in battle. 
And drink to the foemen who gallantly die. 
Let's lift up our horns and drink deep till tomorrow. 
Let's drink deep the mead till the barrel runs dry. 
 
And what shall we do when tomorrow comes early? 
And what shall we do when tomorrow comes nigh? 
We'll take to the longships and set the sail smartly. 
We'll take to the longships and set the sail high. 
 
And... (Chorus) 
And what shall we do if the north wind is blowing? 
And what shall we do if the north wind is tame? 
By sail or by oar we will hasten to England 
To pillage and plunder for fortune and fame. 
And... (Chorus) 
And what shall we do if a storm comes a-squalling 
With thunder and lightning and rain on the sea? 
We'll bail out the water and lift up our voices 
And sign with the hammer so Odin will see. 
And... (Chorus) 
And what shall we do when we land there in England 
Beside a tall fortress so strong and so bold? 
We'll pound on our shields till the walls are a-crumbling 
Then cut down the soldiers and take all the gold. 
And... (Chorus) 
And what shall we do if the soldiers are many 
A thousand or more who will stand unafraid? 
We'll sing 'em a song with great smiles on our faces 
For we are but merchants who've come here to trade. 
 

==BLARDRENGIR SAGA==
(THE SAGA OF THE BLUE WARRIORS) 
''This Work is written in the Drottkvaett (Court Measure) of 9th century Skaldic Poetry. The early scalds, such as Bragi the Old and Egill Skalla-Grimsson, were less strict with the rules governing this poetic style than were later scalds. Those rules were as follows: Each line must be of six syllables, though some syllables may be "quick" or "long". Eight lines will comprise a strophe. The odd numbered lines must contain two alliterating syllables (called pillars). The even numbered lines must contain a syllable called the main stave) that alliterates with those in the above odd numbered line. In some cases, there was only one, seldom more than two, alliterating syllables in the odd numbered line, but those were exceptions. Half and full syllabic rhyme could be used liberally throughout the piece but seemed to have been mandatory in the fourth and eighth line.'' 
 
''This story is based on the Battle for the Lost Lands that arose in the kingdom of Ansteorra during the reign of King Michael. Duke Seamus, Graf Dinar and Baron Olaf each raised an army to contend for possession of the disputed land that was said to be the birthplace of the Ansteorran kingdom. Much wealth and many artifacts were said to be buried there. Baron Olaf and his army met with many mishaps on the way to the baffle. Only seventeen men arrived to fight under his blue banner. Duke Seamus and Graf Dinar actually had only thirty to forty men each. I had pledged my support to Baron Olaf and arrived to find his seventeen warriors already swaggering like saga-heroes. They were vastly outnumbered but were determined to ride the glory road. What occurred was the stuff of sagas and so it was written.'' 
 
Fast the glory road is ridden 
and rise will the wise man early, 
for high deeds are done by day, 
and the rough day is short enough. 

===HOW BARON OLAF'S PLAN TO RAID THE LOST LANDS WENT AWRY===
Olaf of Karkov called helm trees 
to come ride the wide foam road 
for the Lost Land where booty 
for bold men lay gleaming gold. 
A hundred raised sworn swords 
and steely made the raider's song, 
for who is loathe to leave 
lofty halls when glory calls. 
 
A hundred men set sail 
to explore the lore-sung land, 
and bring the bright legend 
hoard aboard brilliant decks. 
But ill luck wrought the Raven Go 
to bring cold Ran her watered gold. 
Wide the trestle feast she spread 
for soggy bread brings bright rings. 
Few of the sea steed herd 
safe sailed that whale road. 
Still beckoned the Lost Lands, 
from ill luck to pluck riches. 
Bold spear-friends they found 
when fair to land the band came; 
for Olaf's call was clear 
to southern kin and shield men. 
But spied they chieftains come 
to check with might their right. 
Embers from camp flames flew, 
fierce gleamed and seemed like stars. 
Like yellow grain sprang greed with 
grim men to win the harvest. 
By morning would gray geese fly 
down to lakes of bloody ground. 
Iron-hammered steel struck 
the startled flight of night birds 
as straight warriors wrought 
the wound blades soon to work. 
The men Olaf called came 
to pick camp in thick woods, 
the better to watch the way 
and when weary sleep deep. 
 
===THE GATHERING OF THE RAIDERS===
The camps the scouts skirted 
and said when spied they wide: 
"Seamus of the Cats called 
his carls to camp to hamper 
Dinar the grim Graf and 
great dreams of Olaf's plunder. 
A hundred shields show 
bold the gold of Seamus. 
Another hundred purple hang, 
the hand of Dinar's man to show. 
Few we are, but mighty men 
and mighty men may win the day. 
Let our count number now 
the names who seek the hero's fame 
that stands where shields clash cold 
when light marks the killing fight." 
Forth strode staunch CAMERINUS 
his spear wood stood beside 
his shieldman, sturdy STEPHEN. 
Then up stalked hard RISHARD 
and weapon-girt GAIUS 
with minds to gain great fame. 
Bold CORRBIN fierce in firelight 
followed blame ridden ROLLO. 
Battlemaid bright, BRIGITTA 
and CONALL, bred for red slaughter, 
with SEAN LINDSEY laughed 
loud till dawn through battle songs. 
DUNCAN MacLEOID'S lifted 
blade open laid the ale cask, 
then FURY BAN McMORN filled 
full the cup he lifted up. 
ALREK and broken toed TARL 
together downed brown ale. 
Dagger-eyed DAFYD dared 
the morrow's doom with brave AVERY. 
The giant KARL smiled sly 
as stone honed his broad axe 
and DANIEL told of dark days 
and dire ones soon to bloom. 
Then to Olaf's camp came 
a few to crew the hold; 
and found the fighter's 
pack fair victuals lacked. 
For the warrior's weal 
welcome drew Ana'Stacia. 
From far Bjornsborg, Blanche 
brought the fat battle feast. 
Red tressed Bonnie's timely 
tread brought the hero's bread. 
From the south sought Moonbear, 
shining battle gold to hold; 
with Ragnar to take the tale 
and tell well the bold saga. 
Thus had the number named 
now to swim the grim blood sea. 
 
===THE CHOOSING OF THE CHIEFTAIN===
Though his doom drove Olaf down to Niord's tall hall, his bold banner will wave for his wierd steered the course. But must a chief be chosen, the champion's fame to aim and point the straight spear down storm roads red to tread. Since Olaf's ships lost land only luck and skill plucks fruit from the baffle trees the field grows on the morrow. Must be cunning and craft the rede that leads this crew. So what fierce chief fares to make the wake they follow? Gave the Roman this rede: On the red field they'll wield not the sharper sword, but many stand ten to one against us. So the woods our plan must make, most to strike like a hound at the heel of the host and him
drag down to ground. FURY BAN MacMORN followed: The forest boar cuts deep as did my Pictish people; so do we pursue them. We shall be the wild wind that wreaks blood streaks. Of these briar lands, Lords our lofty claim names us. This Pict the raiders raised upon the red shield and said, "You shall steer our quick course to carry us to victory. Of our band the banner and bane of foemen slain, blue as wode will it be, to wave the brave men on."
 
===THE BRIAR LORDS DEAL WITH DINAR TO BATTLE SEAMUS===
The Pict in dark night did dare fare to Dinar's fire. The white shield he bore bade behind their line safe pass. Received Graf Dinar his gifts and gave an ear to hear spoke the battle bargain bold, the lost gold to claim. At light's dawn the Gold Duke down the baffle track did sound his array of bright byrnies. Barred there his pass Dinar's men held grim their halberds. A host to reap the gold wheat. Formed Seamus his shield wall to spite the wound grouse flight. The shield line bright spears stung. Swords pranced the silver dance. Purple halberds hacked gold, as howling spears shed red. Kicked and shivered shield walls, biting like fighting stallions. Then from the flanking forest flew the blue warriors. Like a thursur's back broke by Mjolnir's bite the bright
shield wall shuddered and fell. With spears fear raised men from the rent gap ran; bright red blades made them swift. Scorn words Seamus shouted, his shieldmen to group again. The blood struck fierce and fast the fold of golden sheep until the Lion roared his wrath and raised up their dazed shields. Back to the forest ferns fell the dire Briar Lords. Men, at the lure leaping left red dew on blue spears. Tight held the shields of Seamus shone they though less brightly. The far way back they fought; forest dread sped them home. Silver ransom weal rode raiders heavy laden; bright rings bought noble heads and stealth brought golden wealth.
 
===THE WRATH OF THE GOLD DUKE===
Vengeance the Gold Cat called on the camp the raiders made. Malice, his mind, steeped strong for storms thundered under gold helms badly battered. Black venom from men's hearts. His greatest heroes gave grave oaths sworn with brave words. At dawn rode ready men when raider tracks hounds found. The forest broad they braved, the bright teeth of wolves to pull. Wary they traveled the trail, a tread soft led the host. But a trail covered cannot long conceal the ale song. From raider beards fell foam from fearless horns of beer. Loudly mead-soaked heroes howled in the hall of the tall forest. Then fell hard upon heads the great hammer of Seamus. The victory ale's cold keg must not be cracked too soon. Men with foggy brains brawled to break away from slayers. Quick were scattered weapons snatched to scar the cold gold shields. But the fight the mead marked and men swayed in the fray. Brave FURY BAN MacMORN fell sore before the Duke's fist. The shield of strong STEPHEN staunch guarded his liege lord. Retreat called CAMERINUS, but came to this aim none. Then hard the battle band of men beat STEPHEN down. Enraged, the Roman swore vengeance red on gold heads. The safe haven few found of forest wide for hiding. Wet chains wrapped the raiders. Red the bands bound round them. In thralldom lay the lofty crew the call of Olaf drew. The net of wrath Seamus wrought tight wrung the blue fighters.
 
===HOW CAMERINUS CAME TO STAND BEFORE THE STRONGHOLD OF SEAMUS===
But one escaped to claim the cloak of forest oak. Speedy were his long legs and light as nightfall's dew. CAMERINUS slew some sly loud hounds that found him. In a leafy loft he I lay to plan man-slaughter. The Roman found no friends where foes had made their raid. The shattered shield of STEPHEN showed where the bowyer fell. The trampled grass dark grew; grim from the rain of blood stains. He tight gripped his great spear and grimly stalked the open road. Bloody raiders railed at rusty chains and wound pain. Sour wine and bark bread was broke to choke the heroes. "Slim the ransom from landless lords," did muse Duke Seamus. "Where is your cunning craft? Can luck pluck no ransom?" A warning the gate guards gave of a tall man standing with a staunch and fearless stance, and a stare that dared much. Loud called CAMERINUS so careful ears could hear. "This road I ride is gray but red should be instead. Bring your thanes to thrust My thirsty spear clear through. All at once or one by one come feel
my steely blade." Arthur of the Fen faced fierce the tall bold Roman, six armed men followed fast, full wary of the dare. "Do yet the hounds hang back?" howled the warrior's words. Arthur called, "Come to us brave CAMERINUS must, for his fellow curs crawl in our cage and wagers say he is wont to work well sore the galley's oar." (Camerinus said:) "Your knights knelt before us and not so long ago. Our best beer and meat eased their bonds with fair repast. If won this contest could by callous customs foul you are far more famous folk than we hope to be." (Sir Arthur said.) "Your long legs outstep our line, so stand if man you are." Straight the Roman raced them to rush around their ground. (Camerinus said.) "Do you follow then through thorny ways or scorn glory?" (Sir Arthur said.) "You shall not draw us down to sore divide our force." Two men marched silent soft and so around they found the warriors’ broad back. Braver deeds need daring. Sprung thus the timely trap that about the hero closed. So fared the Roman's fate that oft' follows heroes.
 
===THE COMING OF BATTLE BLANCHE===
Left in the wake of waste where Seamus won the fray gathered there were those who thought were lost the caught men. To flee and find safety from the foe showed good sense, the camp's followers felt, before more doom came down. "With one mission we met and made to raid these lands," cried the feast bringer, Blanche. "Bargained we to share fair the hoard of glittering gold. For good support would we well earn our red gold rings. Ripe spoils for loyal friends. Now the bloody chain chafes our champions brave, gravely. I will not leave our lords lacking freedom while we flee to warm soft safety. Steady and true our blue banner should wave to wake wild the deep sleep of heroes." The banner of her band she bound tight round her hair. The kettle's wood cover became the shield she'd wield. For her sword the stout ladle swung, in slight grip, mighty. Armed thus with just jutted jaw she strode the red road. Dust swirled at her sharp step and shadows fled her tread. Wolves ran low with tails tucked from the track of black storms. High above the red road ravens dark barked hungry. Come then did Battle Blanche to break the gates of fate. In her eyes the fire flamed fierce to pierce the guardsmen. Spears drew bewildered back and barred they not her way. Up then paced Pendaran, proud and mighty fighter. The path he dared hold hard and hinder swift her tread. Him, lightning swift, she smote her stroke and broke a shard from out the ladle large, to lodge deep in seat meat. Up then Seamus shouldered to shout above the thane's pain. "Do hold your great spoon still and swat no more men sore. Do you bring ready ransom for rogues the hounds found?" "No ransom I bring," barked Blanche, "but a challenge shall I make to set lords loose. Let them free or fight with me." She raised the buckler brave and brandished ladled hand. Seamus up raised his hands to hold away the blow. "Strike me not with stir sticks for stout heart gained you fame. If for ransom courage counts, complete the debt you met. Take all your heroes home to heal and eat your meal." And so were shackles struck and stalwart heroes followed out from camp Baffle Blanche. Bright savior of the fighters. Fair keeper of the cauldron. Cruel beater of the hip meat. Breaker of the blood brawl. Bride of war and valor.
 
===THE COUNCIL OF THE BLUE WARRIORS===
Bloody sore and great were wounds wrapped fair with careful herbs. Loaded were trestle trays with tasty meats and sweet wine for vigor’s stout strength. Strong were warriors’ hearts. To them was brought the beer to boast with mighty toasts. After wounds sore were soothed, they sat for council round the brands that brightly burned. Brooded then the men of blue. Their Pictish chieftain charged, "Change we now sword for plow? Beaten men here sit sad who scorned once the Norn's thread. Shall we pack gathered goods and grovel to the tall ships, afraid to cringe or crawl or chance a backward glance? Hard we fought and hard fell, For, that's what heroes do. Shall now blades dance at dawn to drive Valkyries nigh?" Men jumped and held high their heads and cried with pride. "Our stand, the morrow marks, may make us fall to death, but none we face will force the field to see us yield. All-Father, may you mark where mighty fights the few."
 
===THE WAR WAIN===
The light of day burned bright and brought the horde of swords to gleam upon the pale plain. Perish there would good men, to drown beneath the broad and bloody flood of battle. Red muzzles of wild wolves woke and spoke the rune. Graf Dinar, ahead his host, hailed loud the proud Seamus. Ended he trusted truce with tribute thrown salute to the warrior's brave blue band standing at the wood's rim. Then thunder rolled roaring and rumbled from the forest. Mead heavy, shield sided, spear bristled, beer laden. The Briar Lord's War Wain was watched by wary eyes. Baftlemaids draped her deck to dare a boarding horde. From kegs, beer flowed foaming to fall in amber splendor. (The Blue Warriors said) "We mean to share the spoils sought by all who brawl here. Come swear your war weapons to well defend this end and see well how we host with heavy keg this levy. Well honored truce we'd toast; you thirsty men to win." But no man fared forward to fast seal the booty deal. Fear of chieftain's gruff glare or greed was worse than thirst. (The Blue Warriors said) "Know then your horns will hold hostage drink from chain links. We will baffle and bind your best men once again."
 
===THE FINAL BATTLE FOR THE LOST LANDS===
Then were champions chosen by chiefs to contest best. DAFYD of the blue banner bore the war challenge. Shields clashed in mounting might and made the blades bite deep. DAFYD swung dripping death and drew he life from strife. A severing blow broke bone to lay his foeman low. Loud then did fierce horns howl to hail the battle gale. Then broke the storm of slaying swords upon the field of shields. Savage halberds harshly hacked to rend attackers. The great shield walls washed with bloody gore and scored with axe bites cruel and crafty, crawled like brawling serpents. The wound blades fiercely fell. Few fled that day of slaying. Rich the raven's fat feast. Full the gorge of gaunt wolves. Seamus won the Lost Lands, his legion shared fair gold. The Lords of Briars bore the brunt of war’s glory. Long their death song sang. The safe way they shunned. On that last daring day drew they Valhalla's maids. Warriors of the banner blue. Bold, lost gold, sea raiders. The eyes of Ulfgar’s son saw the spear rain on Bellmead plain. Well filled was my high home with Gunnioth's heady mead. So ends this skald's saga of that shining battle time.

The Songbook of Ragnar Ulfgarsson

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The Songbook of Ragnar Ulfgarsson

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The Songbook of Ragnar Ulfgarsson

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The Songbook of Ragnar Ulfgarsson

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The Songbook of Ragnar Ulfgarsson

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The Songbook of Ragnar Ulfgarsson

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Zubeydah: Big Axe

The Songbook of Ragnar Ulfgarsson

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Zubeydah: The Songbook of Ragnar Ulfgarsson - WIP save

Herein are the works of Ragnar Ulfgarsson, mundanely known as Ron Snow, shared here through the kindness of his beloved wife, Thordis.

==Dragon´s Gold==
 
Below the bones of Ymir, some men have called the keel, 
lay the mighty house of Hrothgar of legendary weal. 
I pounded on the gatepost and was led into the hall; 
they sat me in an honored seat 'tween carven timbers tall. 
Hrothgar bid me welcome as the thralls lay trestles down 
and the hunger burned within me when his daughter's face I found. 
I had heard the tale from suitors that had come to seek her hand, 
how none could meet her bride-price in all this northern land. 
Hrothgar's eyes were glowing across the longfire's light 
as my horn was filled by his daughter's hand the wolves howled in the night. 
"The season's ill for journey," Hrothgar said to me. 
"And your clothes so rich and your manner high bespeak nobility. 
What is it that brings you here so far from kith and kin? 
Know that I might aid you that you might call me friend." 
"My journey ended sudden when I saw your daughter fair, 
for I have found what I have sought in maiden beauty rare. 
But, sleep of late eludes me for her face is in my mind, 
so ask the price you seek for her so peace at last I'll find." 
"Oh! Many have sought my daughter's hand but none could meet the price 
And all now gaze on the face of Hel in the land of fire and ice. 
For half the price is in your purse, and half," he said to me, 
"is a treasure hoard in the northern crags that you will fetch for me. 
But, death is there and madness, for a dragon guards the gold. 
But I will have his treasure if my daughter you would hold." 
And his eyes burned in the firelight as greed sparked through his brain. 
My purse I threw before his feet and laughed at rede of bane. 
Oh, you shall have your dragon gold," I said, "And more besides. 
I'll show to you the dragon's head and then I'll claim my bride." 
In three days time I stood before the greedy Hrothgar's seat 
and the dragon gold was spread about and shining at his feet. 
"I will take your daughter now, " I said, "Upon your word." 
But he ran his fingers through the gold as if he had not heard. 
"My daughter's beauty brings me wealth," Hrothgar told me then. 
"And the flow of gold from a suitor's purse might likely never end." 
And his henchmen then surrounded me at a signal from their lord. 
"I fear that I must take your life and keep the dragon's hoard. 
But if others come a-seeking you I'll tell them of your fame, 
of how you slew the dragon e'er it brought you to your bane." 
Then his daughter smiled upon me, then upon the dragon gold 
and I found the girl was like her sire with a heart all frozen cold. 
"I'd have settled for your daughter to end her suitor's quest. 
Although I slew them one and all, they dared disturb my rest. 
Now you would slay me out-of-hand for naught but mortal greed, 
when you have broken faith with me and so the dragon freed." 
Then the mist rolled back from off their sight and I stood in splendor dread. 
With breath of fire and fangs of bronze and scales of crimson red. 
"You'll have no need of a treasure hoard in the land of fire and cold." 
Then I pulled the house of Hrothgar down and then took back my gold. 
 
==GOOD FORTUNE==
 
Sweet have been the days of my life long and lagged not 
I in bragging boast of fortune that has favored me. 
That hound called Luck found me often. 
Many things am I thankful for 
And for these I shall raise my praise. 
Loyal kinsmen and steadfast friends, 
Fleet ships, a sword's sure grip and mead. 
A good father and family 
Fed me manners with a strong hand. 
They taught me ships and sword and axe 
And sagas of the bold hero's road. 
Wealth I've had and I learned at length that 
It lasts when given to friends. 
More lasting than mountains 
I found friends that did not 
Fade when trading's poor. 
In fear from my face there have fled few women, 
And from that mead vat 
Many a horn have I dipped deep. 
Drank from a woman's breast is wine best. 
Oft' have I sailed the swift swan road 
To swim in the light of Mjolnir's bite 
For the sake of seeing new skies 
That soar above the roaring waves. 
Would good fortune fill the future 
As full and great as fate once did. 
But should it not, my fill I have had 
And held more luck than three score men. 
But when comes the time Skuld severs my songs, 
Let me end life in strife, 
With a final horn, and a sharp sword; 
A seat to win in Odin's hall. 
 
==BATTLESKALD==
He runs before the northern wind 
To cleave the foam with narrow keel 
With one hand on the dragon's prow 
The other clenched 'round thirsty steel. 
Eyes like fire in battle's heat 
From axe and sword the song does ring. 
Come to bathe the world in blood 
The Raven spreads the ebon wing. 
Like thunder borne upon the wind 
The word goes forth in warning dread 
The Battleskald has come again 
The Fenris Wolf has raised his head. 
 
==THE BEAR AND THE ROWAN TREE==
Where the river winds in the forest glen, where the salmon jump in the morning sun, 
When the breath of summer's on the wind, at the break of day the Bear will come, 
And watch the leaping silver fin then slap the water three times three, 
And breakfast there in the forest glen 'neath the spreading shade of the Rowan Tree. 
And her singing leaves will whisper sweet to lull his great and shaggy head; 
Weaving shade for the noonday heat with flowers white and berries red. 
Straight and tall, she stands alone there where the rocky waters start 
With roots that break the mountain stone yet tender twine the great Bear's heart. 
And he will smile a wintry 'sigh and nuzzle soft against her skin 
And feel the scar of years gone by when she had felt the hand of men. 
And his eyes will fill with boiling blood and rumbles growl inside his form 
As anger flows like a raging flood to think of those who wished her harm. 
They came with steel and braying pride and wineskins draped from saddle bow 
And spite was in their very stride and thunder clouds upon their brow. 
They hunted horn from the wild hart's head as handles for their knives so bright, 
The flesh they left for maggot's bread with waste the nature of their spite. 
They stopped to boast and drink their wine beside the rolling riverside 
But of the Bear there was no sign that ever did he there abide. 
Perhaps a bow or shaft of spear the men saw in the Rowan Tree 
And though the tree was young in year the axe bit deep to cut it free. 
Like thunder after lightning's stroke from out the forest came a roar 
And from the woods the fury broke and down upon the men it bore. 
The axe was torn from a shoulder bone and necks, like twigs, were cracked in twain 
The fruit sprung from the seed they'd sown was nourished in the bloody rain. 
But soon the hunters gained their steel, for these were men that knew of war 
But from the death the Bear did deal the ravens numbered one and four. 
With spears they ringed about the beast, determined men with cunning bold. 
One or two he'd kill at least before he felt the blade so cold. 
Then the clouds grew dark and the lightning woke and witchfires danced above the trees; 
In the forest heart there stood an Oak all ringed about with fiery leaves. 
A white Fox stood at the oak tree's side with a grinning Wolf as dark as night; 
An Eagle on the wind did ride above the fiery forest light. 
And the men drew back as the lightning spoke and from the circle tore the Bear 
And when the spell at last was broke a score of men stood cursing there. 
They tracked the beast unto his lair, with spears they charged into the dell 
But from those woods not one did fare and like a shroud the silence fell. 
So, if by chance you ride one day where the river winds in the forest glen 
And under a Rowan Tree you lay when the breath of summer's on the wind; 
If for a time you'd linger there then let your heart dispel despite 
Or you may chance upon the Bear, for the woods have teeth as well as sight. 
And her singing leaves still whisper sweet to lull his great and shaggy head; 
Weaving shade for the noonday heat with flowers white and berries red. 
Straight and tall, she stands alone there where the rocky waters start 
With roots that break the mountain stone yet tender twine the great Bear's heart.

Fallen Stars of Ansteorra

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Zubeydah:

We have lost many bright Stars of Ansteorra over the years. This page is for all of them. 

===History of the Rolls of the Fallen Stars===
At our Argent Anniversary, the names of 47 armigerous Ansteorrans was read aloud by HL [[Snorri Hallson]]. His words were: "Thus follows a list of 47 armigerous Ansteorrans who have departed this life. Know them all, be they Royalty or simple armiger, that with their passing we have lost forever some part of the spirit of Ansteorra."

Since that time, we have lost many others from our ranks. Where possible, they are listed here. If you know of a name that should be added to this roll, please contact the wiki administrator, Zubeydah al-Badawiyyah, at: [mailto:Zubeydah@gmail.com Zubeydah@gmail.com]

'''**Please Note: In the case of the deceased - if they did not authorize a Personal wiki page during their lifetimes, we must have the written consent of their estate/heirs to create one. However, we CAN collect stories about our Fallen Stars, to lighten our sorrow with such good memories. Please feel free to email them to the wiki administrator.** '''

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==A - C==
Lord [[Aarion Kyrkwood Mountain-Gate of Amberglade]] - [http://heraldry.ansteorra.org/OP/op-names.php?search=Aarion%20Kyrkwood%20Mountain-Gate%20of%20Amberglade&id=2 OP]

Sheik [[Abdullah Mohammed ben al a Assani]] - [https://op.ansteorra.org/people/id/16 OP]

Baroness [[Adelicia Brabent of Twyce Holey Wood]] - [http://heraldry.ansteorra.org/OP/op-names.php?search=Adelicia%20Brabant&id=38 OP]

Lady [[Lady Adriana Margherita di Betto]] - [http://heraldry.ansteorra.org/OP/op-names.php?search=Adriana%20Margherita%20di%20Betto&id=52 OP]

Milord [[Aed Vilhialmsson]]

Lord [[Aelwyn of Alburn]] - [http://heraldry.ansteorra.org/OP/op-names.php?search=Aelwyn%20of%20Alburn&id=73 OP] : [http://lists.ansteorra.org/pipermail/ansteorra-ansteorra.org/2011-June/157630.html Ansteorran Email List notification]

His Excellency, Master [[Aethelstan Aethelmearson]] - [http://heraldry.ansteorra.org/OP/op-names.php?search=Aethelstan%20Aethelmearson&id=79 OP]

Honorable Lady [[Agostina Elisabetta da San Germano]] - [http://heraldry.ansteorra.org/OP/op-names.php?search=Agostina%20Elisabetta%20da%20San%20Germano&id=10475 OP]

Honorable Lady [[Aidan Aileran O'Comhraidhe]] - [http://heraldry.ansteorra.org/OP/op-names.php?search=Aidan%20Aileran%20O%27Comhraidhe&id=93 OP]

Lady [[Aoibheann of Bonwicke]] - [https://op.ansteorra.org/people/id/11948 OP]

Lady [[Aislinn of Cravenhest]] - [http://heraldry.ansteorra.org/OP/op-names.php?search=Aislinn%20of%20Cravenhest&id=120 OP]

Lord [[Alan MacRonan MacCalum]] - [http://heraldry.ansteorra.org/OP/op-names.php?search=Alan%20MacRonan%20MacCalum&id=130 OP]

Don [[Alaric Greythorn of Glen Mor]] - [http://heraldry.ansteorra.org/OP/op-names.php?search=Alaric%20Greythorn%20of%20Glen%20Mor&id=140 OP]

His Excellency, Baron [[Alcuin of Argyle]] - [http://heraldry.ansteorra.org/OP/op-names.php?search=Alcuin%20of%20Argyle&id=159 OP]

Lady [[Aldis Brunisdottir]] - [https://op.ansteorra.org/people/id/166 OP]

Honorable Lady [[Aleana o'r Gorwydd Serennog]] - [http://heraldry.ansteorra.org/OP/op-names.php?search=Aleana%20o%27r%20Gorwydd%20Serennog&id=172 OP]

Lord [[Aleric Ironleg]] - [https://op.ansteorra.org/people/id/178 OP]

Lady [[Alexandra Bentbow]] - [http://heraldry.ansteorra.org/OP/op-names.php?search=Alexandra%20Bentbow&id=10855 OP]

Her Excellency, [[Alix de Curci]]/Morag, Baroness Raven's Fort - [https://op.ansteorra.org/people/id/234 OP]

Lord [[Allon McBain]] - [https://op.ansteorra.org/people/id/243 OP]

Lord [[Alton Le Peto]], Captain of Alton's Company - [https://op.ansteorra.org/people/id/257 OP]

Mistress [[Alys Carvelsdatter]] - [http://heraldry.ansteorra.org/OP/op-names.php?search=Alys%20Carvelsdatter&id=262 OP]

Milady [[Amarynth Imrae Rhys]]

Lord [[Ambrose Blackwood]] - [https://op.ansteorra.org/people/id/289 OP]

Baroness [[Ana Maria de Mercedes de Cerdanya]] - [http://heraldry.ansteorra.org/OP/op-names.php?search=Mercedes%20de%20Cerdanya&id=304 OP]

Mistress [[Anastacia Marie Travarra]] - [http://heraldry.ansteorra.org/OP/op-names.php?search=Anastacia%20Marie%20Travarra&id=309 OP]

Honorable Lord [[Anebairn MacPharlaine of Arrochar]] - [http://heraldry.ansteorra.org/OP/op-names.php?search=Anebairn%20MacPharlaine%20of%20Arrochar&id=332 OP]

Her Excellency, Baroness [[Angharad Rhonwen of Caerleon]] - [http://heraldry.ansteorra.org/OP/op-names.php?search=Angharad%20Rhonwen%20of%20Caerleon&id=353 OP]

Her Excellency, Baroness [[Anna Stitcher]] - [https://op.ansteorra.org/people/id/393 OP]

Countess [[Anora Frayne of Winward]] - [http://heraldry.ansteorra.org/OP/op-names.php?search=Anora%20Frayne%20of%20Winward&id=421 OP]

Honorable Lord [[Antigonus Bearbait]] - [http://heraldry.ansteorra.org/OP/op-names.php?search=Antigonus%20Bearbait&id=430 OP]

Master [[Aodhan Ite an Fhithich]] - [https://op.ansteorra.org/people/id/453 OP]

Honorable Lady [[Arabella de Montecute]] - [https://op.ansteorra.org/people/id/469 OP]

Master [[Arachna the Red]] - [http://heraldry.ansteorra.org/OP/op-names.php?search=Arachne%20the%20Red&id=473 OP]

Lady [[Arianna of Greytower]] - [http://heraldry.ansteorra.org/OP/op-names.php?search=Arianna%20of%20Greytower&id=492 OP]

Lord [[Arlen Tyrell MacWard]] - [http://heraldry.ansteorra.org/OP/op-names.php?search=Arlen%20Tyrell%20MacWard&id=515 OP]

Mistress [[Arlene the Soother]] - [http://heraldry.ansteorra.org/OP/op-names.php?search=Arlene%20the%20Soother&id=516 OP]

Lady [[Arnbiorg Nic an Ghabhann]] - [http://heraldry.ansteorra.org/OP/op-names.php?search=Arnbiorg%20Nic%20an%20Ghabhann&id=526 OP] : Announcement on the Kingdom Email list of his passing: '''[http://lists.ansteorra.org/pipermail/ansteorra-ansteorra.org/1996-August/086522.html here].'''

Honorable Lord [[Arnbjorn Sprakkaleggr]] - [https://op.ansteorra.org/people/id/528 OP]

Honorable Lord [[Artair MacMora]] - [http://heraldry.ansteorra.org/OP/op-names.php?search=Artair%20MacMora&id=538 OP]

His Excellency, Baron Eldern Hills [[Arthfael o Frynmawr]] - [http://heraldry.ansteorra.org/OP/op-names.php?search=Arthfael%20o%20Frynmawr&id=541 OP]

Lord [[Arthur FitzRichard]] - [http://heraldry.ansteorra.org/OP/op-names.php?search=Arthur%20FitzRichard&id=543 OP]

Honorable Lord [[Athelstan of Staffordshire]] - [http://heraldry.ansteorra.org/OP/op-names.php?search=Athelstan%20of%20Staffordshire&id=580 OP]: [http://lists.ansteorra.org/pipermail/ansteorra-ansteorra.org/1995-May/083664.html Kingdom Email List Notification]

His Excellency, Baron Steppes [[Aulus Allemanius Draconis]] - [http://heraldry.ansteorra.org/OP/op-names.php?search=Aulus%20Allemanius%20Draconis&id=595 OP]

Lady [[Avalonia Rue du Loch]] - [http://heraldry.ansteorra.org/OP/op-names.php?search=Avalonia%20Rue%20du%20Loch&id=605 OP]

Don [[Benedict Ashton]] - [http://heraldry.ansteorra.org/OP/op-names.php?search=Benedict%20Ashton&id=657 OP]

Lady [[Bianca Giovanni Bennetti Leilah]] - [https://op.ansteorra.org/people/id/676 OP]

HL [[Bice di Pietro]] - [http://heraldry.ansteorra.org/OP/op-names.php?search=Bice%20di%20Pietro&id=680 OP]

Baron Namron, Master [[Bjorn Magnusson Esping]] - [http://heraldry.ansteorra.org/OP/op-names.php?search=Bjorn%20Magnusson%20Esping&id=691 OP]

[[Bjorn Meaddranka]]

Lord [[Blaan Wilhelm von Bamburg]] - [https://op.ansteorra.org/people/id/694 OP]

Lord [[Blume the Mad]], also known as Andhvari - [http://heraldry.ansteorra.org/OP/op-names.php?search=Blume%20the%20Mad&id=706 OP]

Lord [[Bodvar Bogsveigir]] - [https://op.ansteorra.org/people/id/11316 OP]

Mistress [[Branwyn O'Brallaghan]] - [http://heraldry.ansteorra.org/OP/op-names.php?search=Branwyn%20O%27Brallaghan&id=734 OP]

Lord [[Brett MacNelly]] - [http://heraldry.ansteorra.org/OP/op-names.php?search=Brett%20MacNelly&id=762 OP]. [https://sandradodd.com/people/obituaries/brett SCA Obituary Page and Photo]

Her Excellency, Baroness [[Brianna ny Oran]] - [http://heraldry.ansteorra.org/OP/op-names.php?search=Brianna%20ny%20Oran&id=781 OP]

Sir [[Burke Kyriell MacDonald]], KSCA, OP - [https://op.ansteorra.org/people/id/834 OP]

Mistress [[Cadi ferch Bradwen]] - [http://heraldry.ansteorra.org/OP/op-names.php?search=Cadi%20ferch%20Bradwen&id=839 OP]

His Excellency, Baron [[Cadwallader the Crazed]] (Cad, to all who knew him) - [https://op.ansteorra.org/people/id/841 OP]

Lady [[Cairistiona nic Laren]] - [https://op.ansteorra.org/people/id/854 OP]

Honorable Lady [[Cairenn of Cu Ruadh Keep]] - [https://op.ansteorra.org/people/id/853 OP]

Mistress [[Caitlin Anna ni Sheanain]] - [https://op.ansteorra.org/people/id/857 OP]

Honorable Lady [[Caitlin Nan Cnoc Airghead]] - [https://op.ansteorra.org/people/id/866 OP]

Lord [[Caradoc of Bordermarch]] - [https://op.ansteorra.org/people/id/910 OP]

Lady [[Cassandra McCullom]] - [https://op.ansteorra.org/people/id/929 OP]

Lady [[Castellana del Mar]] - [https://heralds.westkingdom.org/Awards/individual.php?namecode=6907 OP]

Her Excellency, Mistress [[Catrin ferch Gwillym o Gonway]], OL - [http://op.ansteorra.org/people/id/974 OP]

Baroness [[Ceinwen ferch Rhuel]] - [https://op.ansteorra.org/people/id/1004 OP]

Honorable Lady [[Cerelia de Lacy of Sherborne]] - [https://op.ansteorra.org/people/id/1019 OP]

Honorable Lord [[Charles bar Sinister]] (Charlie the Bastard) - [https://op.ansteorra.org/people/id/1044 OP]

Lord [[Charles Corwinson]] - [https://op.ansteorra.org/people/id/1033 OP]

Sir [[Chiang Ti Lung]] - [https://op.ansteorra.org/people/id/1053 OP]

Don [[Christoforo Antonio Passavanti]] - [https://op.ansteorra.org/people/id/1073 OP] - [http://lists.ansteorra.org/pipermail/ansteorra-ansteorra.org/2009-February/146895.html Kingdom Email notification]

Lord [[Christopher Hamilton]] - [https://op.ansteorra.org/people/id/1082 OP]

Lord [[Cianan O'Domhnaill]] - [https://op.ansteorra.org/people/id/1098 OP]

Lord [[Ciaran Rhys O'Meara]] - [https://op.ansteorra.org/people/id/1106 OP]

Lady [[Clara Marschall]] (Carla of Gate's Edge) - [https://op.ansteorra.org/people/id/10222 OP]

Mistress [[Clare RosMuire St John]] - [https://op.ansteorra.org/people/id/1117 OP]

[[Conor Mac na Mara]]

Lady [[Cordelia Maeve Ahern]] - [https://op.ansteorra.org/people/id/1178 OP]

Lord [[Corwin de Starte]] - [https://op.ansteorra.org/people/id/1187 OP]

Mistress [[Custance nic Raibert Macconnachie]] - [https://op.ansteorra.org/people/id/1217 OP]

==D - F==

Lord [[Damian d'Outremer]] - [https://op.ansteorra.org/people/id/1255 OP]

Baroness [[Dana Mac an Ghabhann]] - [https://op.ansteorra.org/people/id/1265 OP]

His Lordship [[Daniel Stewart de Guthre]] - [https://op.ansteorra.org/people/id/1279 OP]

Lord [[David ben Leon]] - [https://op.ansteorra.org/people/id/1306 OP]

Lady [[Deidre of the Misty Glade]] - [https://op.ansteorra.org/people/id/1339 OP]

Lady [[Deirdre Sirdein ni Ciaran]] - [https://op.ansteorra.org/people/id/1347 OP]

Her Excellency, [[Dene Legh de Mortemer]] - [https://op.ansteorra.org/people/id/1355 OP]

Her Excellency, Baroness Eldern Hills [[Desiree de Champagne]] - [https://op.ansteorra.org/people/id/1369 OP]

Master [[Diarmait ua Dhuinn]], OL - [http://op.ansteorra.org/people/id/1387 OP]

Don [[Diarmuid mac Ruis]] - [https://op.ansteorra.org/people/id/1388 OP]

Sir [[Dietrich Kempenich von Eltz]] - [https://op.ansteorra.org/people/id/1398 OP]

Honorable Lord [[Dolfin of Cork]] - [https://op.ansteorra.org/people/id/1416 OP] - [http://lists.ansteorra.org/pipermail/ansteorra-ansteorra.org/2011-March/156467.html Kingdom Email List notification] and [http://lists.ansteorra.org/pipermail/ansteorra-ansteorra.org/2011-March/156549.html Funeral]

Milord [[Dragano Chavaleri]] - [https://op.ansteorra.org/people/id/6689 OP]

Countess [[Drusilla of Northumbria]] - [https://op.ansteorra.org/people/id/1462 OP]

Lord [[Duncan Phelan MacLeod]] - [https://op.ansteorra.org/people/id/1472 OP]

Mistress [[Dyan du lac des Calandres]] - [https://op.ansteorra.org/people/id/1486 OP]

Lady [[Dub Essa ingen ui Briain]] - [https://op.ansteorra.org/people/id/1463 OP]

[[Duffin Blindeagle]]

Mistress [[Dunstana Talana the Violet]] - [https://op.ansteorra.org/people/id/1482 OP]

Lord [[Eadric of Hastings]] - [https://op.ansteorra.org/people/id/1491 OP]

Master [[Edward d’Orleans]] - [https://op.ansteorra.org/people/id/1516 OP] - Announcement on the [http://lists.ansteorra.org/pipermail/ansteorra-ansteorra.org/1996-January/085413.html Kingdom Email list]

Don [[Don Edward Mercer]] - [[https://op.ansteorra.org/people/id/1520 OP] - [[Tales of Edward Mercer]]

Lord [[Egbert of Hastings]] - [https://op.ansteorra.org/people/id/1534 OP]

Mistress [[Eimile Seilide as Draeighean]] - [https://op.ansteorra.org/people/id/1543 OP]

Lord [[Einarr Thorbjarnarson]] - [https://op.ansteorra.org/people/id/1547 OP]

His Excellency, Baron [[Einar of Langfjord]], known as Vegtamr - [https://op.ansteorra.org/people/id/1545 OP]

Lady [[Elaine de Lyons]] - [https://op.ansteorra.org/people/id/1562 OP]

Her Excellency, Baroness [[Elisabeth Christianne de Calais]] - [https://op.ansteorra.org/people/id/1605 OP]

His Excellency, Sir [[Emrys Shaunnon]], Defender of the Dream - [https://op.ansteorra.org/people/id/1679 OP]

Lord [[Enda Ui Doncha]] - [https://op.ansteorra.org/people/id/11784 OP]

Mistress [[Eowyn ferch Rhys]] - [https://op.ansteorra.org/people/id/1687 OP]

Lord [[Eric Bentbow]] - [https://op.ansteorra.org/people/id/10854 OP]

Milord [[Eric Grayfox]]

Lord [[Erik Blackarrow]] - [https://op.ansteorra.org/people/id/1694 OP]

Lady [[Erika Arenvaldsdochter]] - [https://op.ansteorra.org/people/id/1723 OP]

Honorable Lord [[Evian Blackthorne]] - [https://op.ansteorra.org/people/id/1771 OP]

His Excellency, Baron [[Franklin Whitenhale of Cheshire]] - [https://op.ansteorra.org/people/id/10812 OP]

[[Fury Ban McMorn]]

==G - I==
Baron [[Gassion de Beaumarchais]] - [https://op.ansteorra.org/people/id/1922 OP]

Lord [[Gawin Pattison]] - [https://op.ansteorra.org/people/id/1928 OP]

Master [[Gaius Marcellus Librus Auklandus]]

Lord [[Geof Weakarm]] - [https://op.ansteorra.org/people/id/1951 OP]

Maestro [[Giovanni Lorenzo da Montefiori]], Lion of Ansteorra - [https://op.ansteorra.org/people/id/2028 OP]

Honorable Lord [[Gilbert ost Westley]] - [https://op.ansteorra.org/people/id/2002 OP] - [http://lists.ansteorra.org/pipermail/ansteorra-ansteorra.org/2018-February/084630.html Ansteorra Email List notification]

Mistress [[Ginevra Rodney]] - [https://op.ansteorra.org/people/id/2019 OP]

Mistress Gitana de Castile‎ – See [[Maria Helena la Gitana de Castile‎]], OP - [https://op.ansteorra.org/people/id/2036 OP]

Milady [[Giuliana Caterina Della Luna]]

Countess [[Gladwen of Ayelsford]] - [https://op.ansteorra.org/people/id/2038 OP]

Lord [[Graylond]] - [https://op.ansteorra.org/people/id/10285 OP]

Lord [[Gryffydd Mawr ap Rodri]] - [https://op.ansteorra.org/people/id/2089 OP]

Lord [[Gunnar Thordarsson]] - [https://op.ansteorra.org/people/id/2107 OP]

Lord [[Guy-Jen]] - [https://op.ansteorra.org/people/id/2126 OP]

Her Excellency, Baroness Wiesenfeuer [[Gwendylon of the Copper Beeches]] - [https://op.ansteorra.org/people/id/2140 OP]

Lady [[Gwenllian Brighid Hertewelle]] - [https://op.ansteorra.org/people/id/2145 OP]

Doña [[Gwenllian Gwalch Gaeaf]] - [https://op.ansteorra.org/people/id/2148 OP]

Mistress [[Gwilym y Fferill o Caer Lleuad]] - [https://op.ansteorra.org/people/id/2153 OP]

Honorable Lady [[Gwyneth of Dragon's Keepe]] - [https://op.ansteorra.org/people/id/2164 OP]

Lady [[Gwynllian merch Glyn]] - [https://op.ansteorra.org/people/id/2166 OP]

[[Gryffdd Mawr ap Rhodri]]

Lord [[Hakon Blackhart]] - [https://op.ansteorra.org/people/id/2179 OP]

[[Halfdan Halfdanarson]]

Lord [[Harald One Eye]] - [https://op.ansteorra.org/people/id/2201 OP]

Lord [[Hatur Earn]] - [https://op.ansteorra.org/people/id/2211 OP]

Lord [[Hengist Redhand]] - [https://op.ansteorra.org/people/id/2240 OP]

Don [[Henri Molineaux]] - [https://op.ansteorra.org/people/id/2245 OP] - [http://lists.ansteorra.org/htdig.cgi/ansteorra-ansteorra.org/2009-November/150168.html Email List Notification]

Lord [[Hogan of the Shifting Sands]] - [https://op.ansteorra.org/people/id/2258 OP]

His Excellency, Baron [[Hossein Ali Qomi]], Lion of Ansteorra - [https://op.ansteorra.org/people/id/2270 OP]

Lord [[Iain MacWhealon]] - [https://op.ansteorra.org/people/id/2302 OP]

Sir [[Ian MacBaird]] - [https://op.ansteorra.org/people/id/2311 OP]

Lord [[Ian McCullom]] - [https://op.ansteorra.org/people/id/2317 OP]

[[Isebell of the Towers]]

Lady [[Isabella del Bosque]] - [https://op.ansteorra.org/people/id/2375 OP]

[[Ithrael ibn Ihsaan]]

His Excellency, Viscount [[Ivan Howard of Hightower]] - [https://op.ansteorra.org/people/id/2417 OP]

[[Ivar Arn Scraema]]

==J - L ==

Lord [[Jack the Happy]] of Brad Leah - [https://op.ansteorra.org/people/id/2436 OP]

Baroness [[Janais l'Orfeverie]] - [https://op.ansteorra.org/people/id/2480 OP]

Baroness [[Tales of Janet Virago Parva of House Morningstar|Janet Virago Parva]] of [[House Morningstar]] - [https://op.ansteorra.org/people/id/2485 OP]

Duke [[Jean Richard Malcolmson]] - [https://op.ansteorra.org/people/id/2516 OP]

Master [[John ap Griffin]] - [https://op.ansteorra.org/people/id/2593 OP]

Sir [[John the Plain of Shearn]] - [https://op.ansteorra.org/people/id/2615 OP]

His Grace, [[Jonathan DeLaufyson]] - [https://op.ansteorra.org/people/id/2629 OP]

Lord [[Joseph Erskine]] - [https://op.ansteorra.org/people/id/11509 OP]

His Excellency, Baron [[Jusric]] ("Just Rick") - [https://op.ansteorra.org/people/id/2699 OP] - [[Tales of Jusric]]

Sir [[Jurdi Throndsson]], known as Jord Jotan - [http://op.ansteorra.org/people/id/545 OP]

Lord [[Kalgon the Fumblefingered]] - [https://op.ansteorra.org/people/id/2717 OP]

Her Excellency, Baroness [[Katherine Constancia da Feltre]] - [https://op.ansteorra.org/people/id/2769 OP]

Lady [[Katherine le Flemyng]] - [https://op.ansteorra.org/people/id/2773 OP]

Lady [[Kathleen Davis McReynald]] - [https://op.ansteorra.org/people/id/2783 OP]

Countess [[Kemreth Danil]] - [https://op.ansteorra.org/people/id/2840 OP]

Lady [[Kendra Kenmare]] - [https://op.ansteorra.org/people/id/2844 OP] : Announcement on the [http://lists.ansteorra.org/pipermail/ansteorra-ansteorra.org/1995-October/084812.html Kingdom Email list]

Honorable Lady [[Khadija bint Umar]] - [https://op.ansteorra.org/people/id/2875 OP]

Her Excellency, Baroness [[Keigan of Ravensfaire]] - [https://op.ansteorra.org/people/id/2881 OP]

His Grace, Duke [[Koris Natterhelm]] - [https://op.ansteorra.org/people/id/2907 Ansteorra OP] / [https://op.atenveldt.org/people/profile/2081 Atenvelt OP] / [https://sandradodd.com/people/obituaries/koris.html Obituaries]

His Excellency, Baron [[Ladislaus de Brody]] - [https://records.gleannabhann.net/public/person.php?id=846 OP]

Lord [[Laurence d'Avranches]] - [https://op.ansteorra.org/people/id/2961 OP]

Centurion [[Lawrence the Rampant of Ram's Isle]] - [https://op.ansteorra.org/people/id/2969 OP]

His Excellency, Baron [[Leo Exiter the Wanderer]] - [https://op.ansteorra.org/people/id/2984 OP]

Lady [[Leonora d'Este Castiglione]] - [https://op.ansteorra.org/people/id/2991 OP]

Lady [[Liadan of Sparrowhaven]] - [https://op.ansteorra.org/people/id/3011 OP]

Honorable Lady [[Lorraine Fraser]] - [https://op.ansteorra.org/people/id/3068 OP]

Baroness [[Louise Elizabeth Mindenhale]] ("Weezie") - [https://op.ansteorra.org/people/id/3079 OP]

His Excellency, Master [[Lucais du Belier]], Lion of Ansteorra - [https://op.ansteorra.org/people/id/3085 OP]

==M - O==

Baroness [[Mairin ferch Howell]] - [https://op.ansteorra.org/people/id/3169 OP] / [http://lists.ansteorra.org/pipermail/ansteorra-ansteorra.org/2001-April/116409.html Announcement on the Kingdom Email List]

Mistress [[Mara MacNaughton]] - [https://op.ansteorra.org/people/id/3192 OP]

Countess [[Marguerite de la Croix]] - [https://op.ansteorra.org/people/id/3235 OP]

Mistress [[Maria Helena la Gitana de Castile‎]] - [https://op.ansteorra.org/people/id/2036 OP]

Honorable Lord [[Marke von Mainz]] - [https://op.ansteorra.org/people/id/3271 OP]

Lady [[Marsali Fox]] - [https://op.ansteorra.org/people/id/3277 OP]

Honorable Lord [[Martin Hart of Wells]] - [https://op.ansteorra.org/people/id/3286 OP]

Lady [[Mary McLaod]] - [https://op.ansteorra.org/people/id/3294 OP]

Baron [[Merfyn Gareth ap Mouric]] - [https://op.ansteorra.org/people/id/3385 OP]. [http://lists.ansteorra.org/htdig.cgi/ansteorra-announce2-ansteorra.org/2005-April/006889.html Announcement on the Kingdom Email List]

Lord [[Michael of Kendal]] - [https://op.ansteorra.org/people/id/3417 OP]

[[Michael Twin Cedars]]

Lord [[Michael vom Donau]] - [https://op.ansteorra.org/people/id/3430 OP]

Lord [[Morgan Axebreaker]] - [https://op.ansteorra.org/people/id/3511 OP]

Mouse The Jester - See: [[Namron]] Beltane 1993 story on [[NSTIW]]

Lord [[Muldana of Catchlove]] (Muldona of Maubla) - [https://op.ansteorra.org/people/id/3559 OP]

HL [[Muirenn inghean Chonaill]] - [https://op.ansteorra.org/people/id/3555 OP]

Her Excellency, [[Musashi no Domai]]/Gwenn the Lizard Keeper - [https://op.ansteorra.org/people/id/2167 OP]

Lord [[Nicholas Crispin]] - [https://op.ansteorra.org/people/id/3604 OP] (son of Sir William of Weir & Baroness Philippa Rookhaven)

Lord [[Nicholas Drake]] - [https://op.ansteorra.org/people/id/3605 OP]

Lady [[Nicolette le Bordress]] - [https://op.ansteorra.org/people/id/10697 OP]

Armiger [[Ogden the Blue]] - [https://op.ansteorra.org/people/id/3644 OP]

Sir [[Oliver the Faithful]] - [https://op.ansteorra.org/people/id/11202 OP]

Lord [[Omar the Turk]] - [https://op.ansteorra.org/people/id/3660 OP]

Lady [[Osanna de Burgh]] - [https://op.ansteorra.org/people/id/3670 OP]

Honorable Lord [[Owen Stott]] - [https://op.ansteorra.org/people/id/3694 OP]

==P - R==

His Grace, Duke [[Patrick Michael Gordonne]] - [https://op.ansteorra.org/people/id/3720 OP]

Honorable Lord [[Paedric O'Mullan]] - [https://op.ansteorra.org/people/id/3702 OP]

Baron [[Parnel Pashley Penhaligon]] - [https://op.ansteorra.org/people/id/3711 OP]

Lady [[Pegasus Devona]] - [https://op.ansteorra.org/people/id/10610 OP]

Lady [[Rachael Braeuer of the Black Forest]] - [https://op.ansteorra.org/people/id/3790 OP]

Lady [[Rachel de Narbonne]] - [https://op.ansteorra.org/people/id/11136 OP]

Honorable Lord [[Rafael Diego de Burgos]] - [https://op.ansteorra.org/people/id/3798/ OP]

His Excellency, Baron [[Ragan hinn Stilliligr]] - [https://op.ansteorra.org/people/id/3803 OP]

Master [[Ragnar Ulfgarsson]], Lion of Ansteorra - [https://op.ansteorra.org/people/id/3808 OP]

Lord [[Ralf of Oak Lawn the Oxhandler]] - [https://op.ansteorra.org/people/id/3824 OP]

Viscount Sir [[Randall von Nordlichwald]] - [https://op.ansteorra.org/people/id/3832 OP]

Lord [[Randwulf the Hermit]] - [https://op.ansteorra.org/people/id/3838 OP]

Lord [Reichart Steiner]] - [https://op.ansteorra.org/people/id/3872 OP]

Lord [[Rhys ap Emrys]] - [https://op.ansteorra.org/people/id/3906 OP]

Sir [[Tales of Riccardo di Pisa|Riccardo di Pisa]], Lion of Ansteorra - [https://op.ansteorra.org/people/id/3917 OP]

[[Rigel]] - Announcement on Kingdom Email list '''[http://lists.ansteorra.org/pipermail/ansteorra-ansteorra.org/1996-August/003752.html here].'''

Mistress [[Roane Fairegae of Lochlann]] - [https://op.ansteorra.org/people/id/3945 OP], [https://sandradodd.com/people/obituaries/roane SCA Obituaries Page]

Lord [[Robert Haddock]], Lord High Admiral of the Ansteorran Royal Navy - [https://op.ansteorra.org/people/id/3953 OP]

Sir [[Robert Hellmanstahl]] - [https://op.ansteorra.org/people/id/3954 OP]

Lady [[Robyn Smith]]

Honorable Lord [[Roger Redhand]] - [https://op.ansteorra.org/people/id/4001 OP]

Master [[Rognvaldr Tilbuinn]] - [https://op.ansteorra.org/people/id/4005 OP]

Lord [[Roland de Ruthven]] - [https://op.ansteorra.org/people/id/4012 OP]

Baroness [[Roselynde d'Angleterre]] - [https://op.ansteorra.org/people/id/4046 OP]

Master [[Rumil Fletcher]] - [https://op.ansteorra.org/people/id/4071 OP]

Honorable Lady [[Runa of the Thundering Herd]] - [https://op.ansteorra.org/people/id/10433 OP]

[[Rusty of House Arkham]]

==S - U==

Laird [[Sean of Argyll]] - [https://op.ansteorra.org/people/id/4166 OP]

Sir [[Sean de Carew] - [https://op.ansteorra.org/people/id/4160 OP]

Baroness Bryn Gwlad [[Seanna Catriona de Fraser]] - [https://op.ansteorra.org/people/id/4175 OP]

Lord [[Sebastian Eisenfaust]] - [https://op.ansteorra.org/people/id/4178 OP]

Lady [[Selva of the Treeless Plain]] - [https://op.ansteorra.org/people/id/4193 OP]

Lord [[Sharn Thurlon]] - [https://op.ansteorra.org/people/id/4236 OP]

Lady [[Shimizu Ariko]] - [https://op.ansteorra.org/people/id/4250 OP]

[[Siarades]]

Duchess [[Sieglinde Syr]], Lion of Ansteorra - [https://op.ansteorra.org/people/id/4259 OP] - [http://lists.ansteorra.org/pipermail/ansteorra-ansteorra.org/2012-June/078989.html Ansteorra Email List Announcement]

His Excellency, Count Sir [[Simonn of Amber Isle]], OP, OL, MOD, Defender of the Dream - [https://op.ansteorra.org/people/id/4284 OP]

Honorable Lady [[Siobhan nic an Baihrd]] - [https://op.ansteorra.org/people/id/4298 OP]

Lord [[Sion Glas]] - [https://op.ansteorra.org/people/id/4304 OP]

Lord Lord (2 AOA's) [[Soren Redhammer]] - [https://op.ansteorra.org/people/id/4327 OP]

Their Excellency, [[Starhelm Warlocke]] - [https://op.ansteorra.org/people/id/4335 OP]

Honorable Lord [[Steffan of the Tall Pines]] - [https://op.ansteorra.org/people/id/4342 OP]

Honorable Lord [[Stefan li Rous]] - [https://op.ansteorra.org/people/id/4339 OP]

Baron [[Subodai Khasar]] - [https://op.ansteorra.org/people/id/4369 OP]

Mistress [[Sula von Pferdenthal]], Mistress of the Pelican - [https://op.ansteorra.org/people/id/4371 OP]

Lady [[Susan of Bryn Gwlad]] - [https://op.ansteorra.org/people/id/4376 OP]

Laurel [[Talwyn Devana]] - [https://op.ansteorra.org/people/id/4422 OP]

Sir [[Tarl Mapt]] - [https://op.ansteorra.org/people/id/4448 OP]

Lord [[Tegwared MacAuley]] - [https://op.ansteorra.org/people/id/4467 OP]

Sir [[Terans den Sjofarende]] - [https://op.ansteorra.org/people/id/4475 OP]

Lord [[Terric Bearsmountain]] - [https://op.ansteorra.org/people/id/4484 OP]

Lord [[Terrick ap Owen]] - [https://op.ansteorra.org/people/id/10560 OP]

Honorable Lord [[Thomas of Conway]] - [https://op.ansteorra.org/people/id/4516 OP]

Lord [[Thoron Draconis]] - [https://op.ansteorra.org/people/id/4554 OP]

Centurion [[Thorvald Egilsson]] - [https://op.ansteorra.org/people/id/4560 OP]

Don [[Tivar Moondragon]], Master of the Pelican, Lion of Ansteorra - [https://op.ansteorra.org/people/id/4580 OP]

Lord [[Tycho Leksten]] - [https://op.ansteorra.org/people/id/10979 OP]

Milord [[Ulf Vestilde]]

Mistress [[Ulrica Bronwyn]], Mistress of the Pelican - [https://op.ansteorra.org/people/id/4643 OP]

Honorable Lord [[Ulrich von Budigen]] - [https://op.ansteorra.org/people/id/4646 OP]

Baroness [[Ulrike the Frank]] - [https://op.ansteorra.org/people/id/4650 OP]

Baron [[Uriah Wolfstar]] - [https://op.ansteorra.org/people/id/4656 OP]

==V - Z==

Baroness [[Valencia Carlota Maria de Granada]] - [https://op.ansteorra.org/people/id/4671 OP]

Baroness [[Vashti of the Flaming Tresses]] - [https://op.ansteorra.org/people/id/4695 OP]

Milady [[Victoria Witcraft]] - [http://lists.ansteorra.org/pipermail/ansteorra-ansteorra.org/2008-May/143731.html Email list announcement]

Lord [[Vincenzo Cellini]] - [https://op.ansteorra.org/people/id/4711 OP]

Lord [[Vladimir von Bruen]], known as Bear - [https://op.ansteorra.org/people/id/4732 OP]

[[Wilhelm von Fingwraz]]

Lord [[Wilhelm von Oldenburg]] - [https://op.ansteorra.org/people/id/4763 OP]

Master [[William Blackfox]] - [https://op.ansteorra.org/people/id/4772 OP]

Baron [[William Fitzwalter of Wallingford]] - [https://op.ansteorra.org/people/id/4780 OP]

Lord [[William Fletcher of York]] - [https://op.ansteorra.org/people/id/4781 OP]

Lord [[William Black Dragon]] called Ironwyrm - [https://op.ansteorra.org/people/id/4784 OP]

Lord [[William of Dover]] - [https://op.ansteorra.org/people/id/4795 OP]

Lord [[William Meriic]] - [https://op.ansteorra.org/people/id/10403 OP]

Lord [[Yagsavoke Ulric Moonchild]] - [https://op.ansteorra.org/people/id/4855 OP]

Lord [[Yamakado Chogi no Yorikama]] - [https://op.ansteorra.org/people/id/4857 OP]

Honorable Lord [[Yorge the Lucky]] - [https://op.ansteorra.org/people/id/4867 OP]

Lady [[Zehle Dübel]] - [https://records.gleannabhann.net/public/person.php?id=1380 OP]

Lord [[Zared Lockwood]] - [https://op.ansteorra.org/people/id/4890 OP]

Honorable Lord [[Zoren Uff Eiren]] - [https://op.ansteorra.org/people/id/4902 OP]

[[Category:Articles]]
[[Category:Fallen Stars]]

Fallen Stars of Ansteorra

2026-08-25T19:39:58Z

Zubeydah: /* P - R */

We have lost many bright Stars of Ansteorra over the years. This page is for all of them. 

===History of the Rolls of the Fallen Stars===
At our Argent Anniversary, the names of 47 armigerous Ansteorrans was read aloud by HL [[Snorri Hallson]]. His words were: "Thus follows a list of 47 armigerous Ansteorrans who have departed this life. Know them all, be they Royalty or simple armiger, that with their passing we have lost forever some part of the spirit of Ansteorra."

Since that time, we have lost many others from our ranks. Where possible, they are listed here. If you know of a name that should be added to this roll, please contact the wiki administrator, Zubeydah al-Badawiyyah, at: [mailto:Zubeydah@gmail.com Zubeydah@gmail.com]

'''**Please Note: In the case of the deceased - if they did not authorize a Personal wiki page during their lifetimes, we must have the written consent of their estate/heirs to create one. However, we CAN collect stories about our Fallen Stars, to lighten our sorrow with such good memories. Please feel free to email them to the wiki administrator.** '''

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==A - C==
Lord [[Aarion Kyrkwood Mountain-Gate of Amberglade]] - [http://heraldry.ansteorra.org/OP/op-names.php?search=Aarion%20Kyrkwood%20Mountain-Gate%20of%20Amberglade&id=2 OP]

Sheik [[Abdullah Mohammed ben al a Assani]] - [https://op.ansteorra.org/people/id/16 OP]

Baroness [[Adelicia Brabent of Twyce Holey Wood]] - [http://heraldry.ansteorra.org/OP/op-names.php?search=Adelicia%20Brabant&id=38 OP]

Lady [[Lady Adriana Margherita di Betto]] - [http://heraldry.ansteorra.org/OP/op-names.php?search=Adriana%20Margherita%20di%20Betto&id=52 OP]

Milord [[Aed Vilhialmsson]]

Lord [[Aelwyn of Alburn]] - [http://heraldry.ansteorra.org/OP/op-names.php?search=Aelwyn%20of%20Alburn&id=73 OP] : [http://lists.ansteorra.org/pipermail/ansteorra-ansteorra.org/2011-June/157630.html Ansteorran Email List notification]

His Excellency, Master [[Aethelstan Aethelmearson]] - [http://heraldry.ansteorra.org/OP/op-names.php?search=Aethelstan%20Aethelmearson&id=79 OP]

Honorable Lady [[Agostina Elisabetta da San Germano]] - [http://heraldry.ansteorra.org/OP/op-names.php?search=Agostina%20Elisabetta%20da%20San%20Germano&id=10475 OP]

Honorable Lady [[Aidan Aileran O'Comhraidhe]] - [http://heraldry.ansteorra.org/OP/op-names.php?search=Aidan%20Aileran%20O%27Comhraidhe&id=93 OP]

Lady [[Aoibheann of Bonwicke]] - [https://op.ansteorra.org/people/id/11948 OP]

Lady [[Aislinn of Cravenhest]] - [http://heraldry.ansteorra.org/OP/op-names.php?search=Aislinn%20of%20Cravenhest&id=120 OP]

Lord [[Alan MacRonan MacCalum]] - [http://heraldry.ansteorra.org/OP/op-names.php?search=Alan%20MacRonan%20MacCalum&id=130 OP]

Don [[Alaric Greythorn of Glen Mor]] - [http://heraldry.ansteorra.org/OP/op-names.php?search=Alaric%20Greythorn%20of%20Glen%20Mor&id=140 OP]

His Excellency, Baron [[Alcuin of Argyle]] - [http://heraldry.ansteorra.org/OP/op-names.php?search=Alcuin%20of%20Argyle&id=159 OP]

Lady [[Aldis Brunisdottir]] - [https://op.ansteorra.org/people/id/166 OP]

Honorable Lady [[Aleana o'r Gorwydd Serennog]] - [http://heraldry.ansteorra.org/OP/op-names.php?search=Aleana%20o%27r%20Gorwydd%20Serennog&id=172 OP]

Lord [[Aleric Ironleg]] - [https://op.ansteorra.org/people/id/178 OP]

Lady [[Alexandra Bentbow]] - [http://heraldry.ansteorra.org/OP/op-names.php?search=Alexandra%20Bentbow&id=10855 OP]

Her Excellency, [[Alix de Curci]]/Morag, Baroness Raven's Fort - [https://op.ansteorra.org/people/id/234 OP]

Lord [[Allon McBain]] - [https://op.ansteorra.org/people/id/243 OP]

Lord [[Alton Le Peto]], Captain of Alton's Company - [https://op.ansteorra.org/people/id/257 OP]

Mistress [[Alys Carvelsdatter]] - [http://heraldry.ansteorra.org/OP/op-names.php?search=Alys%20Carvelsdatter&id=262 OP]

Milady [[Amarynth Imrae Rhys]]

Lord [[Ambrose Blackwood]] - [https://op.ansteorra.org/people/id/289 OP]

Baroness [[Ana Maria de Mercedes de Cerdanya]] - [http://heraldry.ansteorra.org/OP/op-names.php?search=Mercedes%20de%20Cerdanya&id=304 OP]

Mistress [[Anastacia Marie Travarra]] - [http://heraldry.ansteorra.org/OP/op-names.php?search=Anastacia%20Marie%20Travarra&id=309 OP]

Honorable Lord [[Anebairn MacPharlaine of Arrochar]] - [http://heraldry.ansteorra.org/OP/op-names.php?search=Anebairn%20MacPharlaine%20of%20Arrochar&id=332 OP]

Her Excellency, Baroness [[Angharad Rhonwen of Caerleon]] - [http://heraldry.ansteorra.org/OP/op-names.php?search=Angharad%20Rhonwen%20of%20Caerleon&id=353 OP]

Her Excellency, Baroness [[Anna Stitcher]] - [https://op.ansteorra.org/people/id/393 OP]

Countess [[Anora Frayne of Winward]] - [http://heraldry.ansteorra.org/OP/op-names.php?search=Anora%20Frayne%20of%20Winward&id=421 OP]

Honorable Lord [[Antigonus Bearbait]] - [http://heraldry.ansteorra.org/OP/op-names.php?search=Antigonus%20Bearbait&id=430 OP]

Master [[Aodhan Ite an Fhithich]] - [https://op.ansteorra.org/people/id/453 OP]

Honorable Lady [[Arabella de Montecute]] - [https://op.ansteorra.org/people/id/469 OP]

Master [[Arachna the Red]] - [http://heraldry.ansteorra.org/OP/op-names.php?search=Arachne%20the%20Red&id=473 OP]

Lady [[Arianna of Greytower]] - [http://heraldry.ansteorra.org/OP/op-names.php?search=Arianna%20of%20Greytower&id=492 OP]

Lord [[Arlen Tyrell MacWard]] - [http://heraldry.ansteorra.org/OP/op-names.php?search=Arlen%20Tyrell%20MacWard&id=515 OP]

Mistress [[Arlene the Soother]] - [http://heraldry.ansteorra.org/OP/op-names.php?search=Arlene%20the%20Soother&id=516 OP]

Lady [[Arnbiorg Nic an Ghabhann]] - [http://heraldry.ansteorra.org/OP/op-names.php?search=Arnbiorg%20Nic%20an%20Ghabhann&id=526 OP] : Announcement on the Kingdom Email list of his passing: '''[http://lists.ansteorra.org/pipermail/ansteorra-ansteorra.org/1996-August/086522.html here].'''

Honorable Lord [[Arnbjorn Sprakkaleggr]] - [https://op.ansteorra.org/people/id/528 OP]

Honorable Lord [[Artair MacMora]] - [http://heraldry.ansteorra.org/OP/op-names.php?search=Artair%20MacMora&id=538 OP]

His Excellency, Baron Eldern Hills [[Arthfael o Frynmawr]] - [http://heraldry.ansteorra.org/OP/op-names.php?search=Arthfael%20o%20Frynmawr&id=541 OP]

Lord [[Arthur FitzRichard]] - [http://heraldry.ansteorra.org/OP/op-names.php?search=Arthur%20FitzRichard&id=543 OP]

Honorable Lord [[Athelstan of Staffordshire]] - [http://heraldry.ansteorra.org/OP/op-names.php?search=Athelstan%20of%20Staffordshire&id=580 OP]: [http://lists.ansteorra.org/pipermail/ansteorra-ansteorra.org/1995-May/083664.html Kingdom Email List Notification]

His Excellency, Baron Steppes [[Aulus Allemanius Draconis]] - [http://heraldry.ansteorra.org/OP/op-names.php?search=Aulus%20Allemanius%20Draconis&id=595 OP]

Lady [[Avalonia Rue du Loch]] - [http://heraldry.ansteorra.org/OP/op-names.php?search=Avalonia%20Rue%20du%20Loch&id=605 OP]

Don [[Benedict Ashton]] - [http://heraldry.ansteorra.org/OP/op-names.php?search=Benedict%20Ashton&id=657 OP]

Lady [[Bianca Giovanni Bennetti Leilah]] - [https://op.ansteorra.org/people/id/676 OP]

HL [[Bice di Pietro]] - [http://heraldry.ansteorra.org/OP/op-names.php?search=Bice%20di%20Pietro&id=680 OP]

Baron Namron, Master [[Bjorn Magnusson Esping]] - [http://heraldry.ansteorra.org/OP/op-names.php?search=Bjorn%20Magnusson%20Esping&id=691 OP]

[[Bjorn Meaddranka]]

Lord [[Blaan Wilhelm von Bamburg]] - [https://op.ansteorra.org/people/id/694 OP]

Lord [[Blume the Mad]], also known as Andhvari - [http://heraldry.ansteorra.org/OP/op-names.php?search=Blume%20the%20Mad&id=706 OP]

Lord [[Bodvar Bogsveigir]] - [https://op.ansteorra.org/people/id/11316 OP]

Mistress [[Branwyn O'Brallaghan]] - [http://heraldry.ansteorra.org/OP/op-names.php?search=Branwyn%20O%27Brallaghan&id=734 OP]

Lord [[Brett MacNelly]] - [http://heraldry.ansteorra.org/OP/op-names.php?search=Brett%20MacNelly&id=762 OP]. [https://sandradodd.com/people/obituaries/brett SCA Obituary Page and Photo]

Her Excellency, Baroness [[Brianna ny Oran]] - [http://heraldry.ansteorra.org/OP/op-names.php?search=Brianna%20ny%20Oran&id=781 OP]

Sir [[Burke Kyriell MacDonald]], KSCA, OP - [https://op.ansteorra.org/people/id/834 OP]

Mistress [[Cadi ferch Bradwen]] - [http://heraldry.ansteorra.org/OP/op-names.php?search=Cadi%20ferch%20Bradwen&id=839 OP]

His Excellency, Baron [[Cadwallader the Crazed]] (Cad, to all who knew him) - [https://op.ansteorra.org/people/id/841 OP]

Lady [[Cairistiona nic Laren]] - [https://op.ansteorra.org/people/id/854 OP]

Honorable Lady [[Cairenn of Cu Ruadh Keep]] - [https://op.ansteorra.org/people/id/853 OP]

Mistress [[Caitlin Anna ni Sheanain]] - [https://op.ansteorra.org/people/id/857 OP]

Honorable Lady [[Caitlin Nan Cnoc Airghead]] - [https://op.ansteorra.org/people/id/866 OP]

Lord [[Caradoc of Bordermarch]] - [https://op.ansteorra.org/people/id/910 OP]

Lady [[Cassandra McCullom]] - [https://op.ansteorra.org/people/id/929 OP]

Lady [[Castellana del Mar]] - [https://heralds.westkingdom.org/Awards/individual.php?namecode=6907 OP]

Her Excellency, Mistress [[Catrin ferch Gwillym o Gonway]], OL - [http://op.ansteorra.org/people/id/974 OP]

Baroness [[Ceinwen ferch Rhuel]] - [https://op.ansteorra.org/people/id/1004 OP]

Honorable Lady [[Cerelia de Lacy of Sherborne]] - [https://op.ansteorra.org/people/id/1019 OP]

Honorable Lord [[Charles bar Sinister]] (Charlie the Bastard) - [https://op.ansteorra.org/people/id/1044 OP]

Lord [[Charles Corwinson]] - [https://op.ansteorra.org/people/id/1033 OP]

Sir [[Chiang Ti Lung]] - [https://op.ansteorra.org/people/id/1053 OP]

Don [[Christoforo Antonio Passavanti]] - [https://op.ansteorra.org/people/id/1073 OP] - [http://lists.ansteorra.org/pipermail/ansteorra-ansteorra.org/2009-February/146895.html Kingdom Email notification]

Lord [[Christopher Hamilton]] - [https://op.ansteorra.org/people/id/1082 OP]

Lord [[Cianan O'Domhnaill]] - [https://op.ansteorra.org/people/id/1098 OP]

Lord [[Ciaran Rhys O'Meara]] - [https://op.ansteorra.org/people/id/1106 OP]

Lady [[Clara Marschall]] (Carla of Gate's Edge) - [https://op.ansteorra.org/people/id/10222 OP]

Mistress [[Clare RosMuire St John]] - [https://op.ansteorra.org/people/id/1117 OP]

[[Conor Mac na Mara]]

Lady [[Cordelia Maeve Ahern]] - [https://op.ansteorra.org/people/id/1178 OP]

Lord [[Corwin de Starte]] - [https://op.ansteorra.org/people/id/1187 OP]

Mistress [[Custance nic Raibert Macconnachie]] - [https://op.ansteorra.org/people/id/1217 OP]

==D - F==

Lord [[Damian d'Outremer]] - [https://op.ansteorra.org/people/id/1255 OP]

Baroness [[Dana Mac an Ghabhann]] - [https://op.ansteorra.org/people/id/1265 OP]

His Lordship [[Daniel Stewart de Guthre]] - [https://op.ansteorra.org/people/id/1279 OP]

Lord [[David ben Leon]] - [https://op.ansteorra.org/people/id/1306 OP]

Lady [[Deidre of the Misty Glade]] - [https://op.ansteorra.org/people/id/1339 OP]

Lady [[Deirdre Sirdein ni Ciaran]] - [https://op.ansteorra.org/people/id/1347 OP]

Her Excellency, [[Dene Legh de Mortemer]] - [https://op.ansteorra.org/people/id/1355 OP]

Her Excellency, Baroness Eldern Hills [[Desiree de Champagne]] - [https://op.ansteorra.org/people/id/1369 OP]

Master [[Diarmait ua Dhuinn]], OL - [http://op.ansteorra.org/people/id/1387 OP]

Don [[Diarmuid mac Ruis]] - [https://op.ansteorra.org/people/id/1388 OP]

Sir [[Dietrich Kempenich von Eltz]] - [https://op.ansteorra.org/people/id/1398 OP]

Honorable Lord [[Dolfin of Cork]] - [https://op.ansteorra.org/people/id/1416 OP] - [http://lists.ansteorra.org/pipermail/ansteorra-ansteorra.org/2011-March/156467.html Kingdom Email List notification] and [http://lists.ansteorra.org/pipermail/ansteorra-ansteorra.org/2011-March/156549.html Funeral]

Milord [[Dragano Chavaleri]] - [https://op.ansteorra.org/people/id/6689 OP]

Countess [[Drusilla of Northumbria]] - [https://op.ansteorra.org/people/id/1462 OP]

Lord [[Duncan Phelan MacLeod]] - [https://op.ansteorra.org/people/id/1472 OP]

Mistress [[Dyan du lac des Calandres]] - [https://op.ansteorra.org/people/id/1486 OP]

Lady [[Dub Essa ingen ui Briain]] - [https://op.ansteorra.org/people/id/1463 OP]

[[Duffin Blindeagle]]

Mistress [[Dunstana Talana the Violet]] - [https://op.ansteorra.org/people/id/1482 OP]

Lord [[Eadric of Hastings]] - [https://op.ansteorra.org/people/id/1491 OP]

Master [[Edward d’Orleans]] - [https://op.ansteorra.org/people/id/1516 OP] - Announcement on the [http://lists.ansteorra.org/pipermail/ansteorra-ansteorra.org/1996-January/085413.html Kingdom Email list]

Don [[Don Edward Mercer]] - [[https://op.ansteorra.org/people/id/1520 OP] - [[Tales of Edward Mercer]]

Lord [[Egbert of Hastings]] - [https://op.ansteorra.org/people/id/1534 OP]

Mistress [[Eimile Seilide as Draeighean]] - [https://op.ansteorra.org/people/id/1543 OP]

Lord [[Einarr Thorbjarnarson]] - [https://op.ansteorra.org/people/id/1547 OP]

His Excellency, Baron [[Einar of Langfjord]], known as Vegtamr - [https://op.ansteorra.org/people/id/1545 OP]

Lady [[Elaine de Lyons]] - [https://op.ansteorra.org/people/id/1562 OP]

Her Excellency, Baroness [[Elisabeth Christianne de Calais]] - [https://op.ansteorra.org/people/id/1605 OP]

His Excellency, Sir [[Emrys Shaunnon]], Defender of the Dream - [https://op.ansteorra.org/people/id/1679 OP]

Lord [[Enda Ui Doncha]] - [https://op.ansteorra.org/people/id/11784 OP]

Mistress [[Eowyn ferch Rhys]] - [https://op.ansteorra.org/people/id/1687 OP]

Lord [[Eric Bentbow]] - [https://op.ansteorra.org/people/id/10854 OP]

Milord [[Eric Grayfox]]

Lord [[Erik Blackarrow]] - [https://op.ansteorra.org/people/id/1694 OP]

Lady [[Erika Arenvaldsdochter]] - [https://op.ansteorra.org/people/id/1723 OP]

Honorable Lord [[Evian Blackthorne]] - [https://op.ansteorra.org/people/id/1771 OP]

His Excellency, Baron [[Franklin Whitenhale of Cheshire]] - [https://op.ansteorra.org/people/id/10812 OP]

[[Fury Ban McMorn]]

==G - I==
Baron [[Gassion de Beaumarchais]] - [https://op.ansteorra.org/people/id/1922 OP]

Lord [[Gawin Pattison]] - [https://op.ansteorra.org/people/id/1928 OP]

Master [[Gaius Marcellus Librus Auklandus]]

Lord [[Geof Weakarm]] - [https://op.ansteorra.org/people/id/1951 OP]

Maestro [[Giovanni Lorenzo da Montefiori]], Lion of Ansteorra - [https://op.ansteorra.org/people/id/2028 OP]

Honorable Lord [[Gilbert ost Westley]] - [https://op.ansteorra.org/people/id/2002 OP] - [http://lists.ansteorra.org/pipermail/ansteorra-ansteorra.org/2018-February/084630.html Ansteorra Email List notification]

Mistress [[Ginevra Rodney]] - [https://op.ansteorra.org/people/id/2019 OP]

Mistress Gitana de Castile‎ – See [[Maria Helena la Gitana de Castile‎]], OP - [https://op.ansteorra.org/people/id/2036 OP]

Milady [[Giuliana Caterina Della Luna]]

Countess [[Gladwen of Ayelsford]] - [https://op.ansteorra.org/people/id/2038 OP]

Lord [[Graylond]] - [https://op.ansteorra.org/people/id/10285 OP]

Lord [[Gryffydd Mawr ap Rodri]] - [https://op.ansteorra.org/people/id/2089 OP]

Lord [[Gunnar Thordarsson]] - [https://op.ansteorra.org/people/id/2107 OP]

Lord [[Guy-Jen]] - [https://op.ansteorra.org/people/id/2126 OP]

Her Excellency, Baroness Wiesenfeuer [[Gwendylon of the Copper Beeches]] - [https://op.ansteorra.org/people/id/2140 OP]

Lady [[Gwenllian Brighid Hertewelle]] - [https://op.ansteorra.org/people/id/2145 OP]

Doña [[Gwenllian Gwalch Gaeaf]] - [https://op.ansteorra.org/people/id/2148 OP]

Mistress [[Gwilym y Fferill o Caer Lleuad]] - [https://op.ansteorra.org/people/id/2153 OP]

Honorable Lady [[Gwyneth of Dragon's Keepe]] - [https://op.ansteorra.org/people/id/2164 OP]

Lady [[Gwynllian merch Glyn]] - [https://op.ansteorra.org/people/id/2166 OP]

[[Gryffdd Mawr ap Rhodri]]

Lord [[Hakon Blackhart]] - [https://op.ansteorra.org/people/id/2179 OP]

Lord [[Harald One Eye]] - [https://op.ansteorra.org/people/id/2201 OP]

Lord [[Hatur Earn]] - [https://op.ansteorra.org/people/id/2211 OP]

Lord [[Hengist Redhand]] - [https://op.ansteorra.org/people/id/2240 OP]

Don [[Henri Molineaux]] - [https://op.ansteorra.org/people/id/2245 OP] - [http://lists.ansteorra.org/htdig.cgi/ansteorra-ansteorra.org/2009-November/150168.html Email List Notification]

Lord [[Hogan of the Shifting Sands]] - [https://op.ansteorra.org/people/id/2258 OP]

His Excellency, Baron [[Hossein Ali Qomi]], Lion of Ansteorra - [https://op.ansteorra.org/people/id/2270 OP]

Lord [[Iain MacWhealon]] - [https://op.ansteorra.org/people/id/2302 OP]

Sir [[Ian MacBaird]] - [https://op.ansteorra.org/people/id/2311 OP]

Lord [[Ian McCullom]] - [https://op.ansteorra.org/people/id/2317 OP]

[[Isebell of the Towers]]

Lady [[Isabella del Bosque]] - [https://op.ansteorra.org/people/id/2375 OP]

[[Ithrael ibn Ihsaan]]

His Excellency, Viscount [[Ivan Howard of Hightower]] - [https://op.ansteorra.org/people/id/2417 OP]

[[Ivar Arn Scraema]]

==J - L ==

Lord [[Jack the Happy]] of Brad Leah - [https://op.ansteorra.org/people/id/2436 OP]

Baroness [[Janais l'Orfeverie]] - [https://op.ansteorra.org/people/id/2480 OP]

Baroness [[Tales of Janet Virago Parva of House Morningstar|Janet Virago Parva]] of [[House Morningstar]] - [https://op.ansteorra.org/people/id/2485 OP]

Duke [[Jean Richard Malcolmson]] - [https://op.ansteorra.org/people/id/2516 OP]

Sir [[John the Plain of Shearn]] - [https://op.ansteorra.org/people/id/2615 OP]

His Grace, [[Jonathan DeLaufyson]] - [https://op.ansteorra.org/people/id/2629 OP]

Lord [[Joseph Erskine]] - [https://op.ansteorra.org/people/id/11509 OP]

His Excellency, Baron [[Jusric]] ("Just Rick") - [https://op.ansteorra.org/people/id/2699 OP] - [[Tales of Jusric]]

Sir [[Jurdi Throndsson]], known as Jord Jotan - [http://op.ansteorra.org/people/id/545 OP]

Lord [[Kalgon the Fumblefingered]] - [https://op.ansteorra.org/people/id/2717 OP]

Her Excellency, Baroness [[Katherine Constancia da Feltre]] - [https://op.ansteorra.org/people/id/2769 OP]

Lady [[Katherine le Flemyng]] - [https://op.ansteorra.org/people/id/2773 OP]

Lady [[Kathleen Davis McReynald]] - [https://op.ansteorra.org/people/id/2783 OP]

Countess [[Kemreth Danil]] - [https://op.ansteorra.org/people/id/2840 OP]

Lady [[Kendra Kenmare]] - [https://op.ansteorra.org/people/id/2844 OP] : Announcement on the [http://lists.ansteorra.org/pipermail/ansteorra-ansteorra.org/1995-October/084812.html Kingdom Email list]

Honorable Lady [[Khadija bint Umar]] - [https://op.ansteorra.org/people/id/2875 OP]

Her Excellency, Baroness [[Keigan of Ravensfaire]] - [https://op.ansteorra.org/people/id/2881 OP]

His Excellency, Baron [[Ladislaus de Brody]] - [https://records.gleannabhann.net/public/person.php?id=846 OP]

Lord [[Laurence d'Avranches]] - [https://op.ansteorra.org/people/id/2961 OP]

Centurion [[Lawrence the Rampant of Ram's Isle]] - [https://op.ansteorra.org/people/id/2969 OP]

His Excellency, Baron [[Leo Exiter the Wanderer]] - [https://op.ansteorra.org/people/id/2984 OP]

Lady [[Leonora d'Este Castiglione]] - [https://op.ansteorra.org/people/id/2991 OP]

Lady [[Liadan of Sparrowhaven]] - [https://op.ansteorra.org/people/id/3011 OP]

Honorable Lady [[Lorraine Fraser]] - [https://op.ansteorra.org/people/id/3068 OP]

Baroness [[Louise Elizabeth Mindenhale]] ("Weezie") - [https://op.ansteorra.org/people/id/3079 OP]

His Excellency, Master [[Lucais du Belier]], Lion of Ansteorra - [https://op.ansteorra.org/people/id/3085 OP]

==M - O==

Baroness [[Mairin ferch Howell]] - [https://op.ansteorra.org/people/id/3169 OP] / [http://lists.ansteorra.org/pipermail/ansteorra-ansteorra.org/2001-April/116409.html Announcement on the Kingdom Email List]

Mistress [[Mara MacNaughton]] - [https://op.ansteorra.org/people/id/3192 OP]

Countess [[Marguerite de la Croix]] - [https://op.ansteorra.org/people/id/3235 OP]

Mistress [[Maria Helena la Gitana de Castile‎]] - [https://op.ansteorra.org/people/id/2036 OP]

Honorable Lord [[Marke von Mainz]] - [https://op.ansteorra.org/people/id/3271 OP]

Lady [[Marsali Fox]] - [https://op.ansteorra.org/people/id/3277 OP]

Honorable Lord [[Martin Hart of Wells]] - [https://op.ansteorra.org/people/id/3286 OP]

Lady [[Mary McLaod]] - [https://op.ansteorra.org/people/id/3294 OP]

Baron [[Merfyn Gareth ap Mouric]] - [https://op.ansteorra.org/people/id/3385 OP]. [http://lists.ansteorra.org/htdig.cgi/ansteorra-announce2-ansteorra.org/2005-April/006889.html Announcement on the Kingdom Email List]

Lord [[Michael of Kendal]] - [https://op.ansteorra.org/people/id/3417 OP]

[[Michael Twin Cedars]]

Lord [[Michael vom Donau]] - [https://op.ansteorra.org/people/id/3430 OP]

Lord [[Morgan Axebreaker]] - [https://op.ansteorra.org/people/id/3511 OP]

Mouse The Jester - See: [[Namron]] Beltane 1993 story on [[NSTIW]]

Lord [[Muldana of Catchlove]] (Muldona of Maubla) - [https://op.ansteorra.org/people/id/3559 OP]

HL [[Muirenn inghean Chonaill]] - [https://op.ansteorra.org/people/id/3555 OP]

Her Excellency, [[Musashi no Domai]]/Gwenn the Lizard Keeper - [https://op.ansteorra.org/people/id/2167 OP]

Lord [[Nicholas Crispin]] - [https://op.ansteorra.org/people/id/3604 OP] (son of Sir William of Weir & Baroness Philippa Rookhaven)

Lord [[Nicholas Drake]] - [https://op.ansteorra.org/people/id/3605 OP]

Lady [[Nicolette le Bordress]] - [https://op.ansteorra.org/people/id/10697 OP]

Armiger [[Ogden the Blue]] - [https://op.ansteorra.org/people/id/3644 OP]

Sir [[Oliver the Faithful]] - [https://op.ansteorra.org/people/id/11202 OP]

Lord [[Omar the Turk]] - [https://op.ansteorra.org/people/id/3660 OP]

Lady [[Osanna de Burgh]] - [https://op.ansteorra.org/people/id/3670 OP]

Honorable Lord [[Owen Stott]] - [https://op.ansteorra.org/people/id/3694 OP]

==P - R==

His Grace, Duke [[Patrick Michael Gordonne]] - [https://op.ansteorra.org/people/id/3720 OP]

Honorable Lord [[Paedric O'Mullan]] - [https://op.ansteorra.org/people/id/3702 OP]

Baron [[Parnel Pashley Penhaligon]] - [https://op.ansteorra.org/people/id/3711 OP]

Lady [[Pegasus Devona]] - [https://op.ansteorra.org/people/id/10610 OP]

Lady [[Rachael Braeuer of the Black Forest]] - [https://op.ansteorra.org/people/id/3790 OP]

Lady [[Rachel de Narbonne]] - [https://op.ansteorra.org/people/id/11136 OP]

Honorable Lord [[Rafael Diego de Burgos]] - [https://op.ansteorra.org/people/id/3798/ OP]

His Excellency, Baron [[Ragan hinn Stilliligr]] - [https://op.ansteorra.org/people/id/3803 OP]

Master [[Ragnar Ulfgarsson]], Lion of Ansteorra - [https://op.ansteorra.org/people/id/3808 OP]

Lord [[Ralf of Oak Lawn the Oxhandler]] - [https://op.ansteorra.org/people/id/3824 OP]

Viscount Sir [[Randall von Nordlichwald]] - [https://op.ansteorra.org/people/id/3832 OP]

Lord [[Randwulf the Hermit]] - [https://op.ansteorra.org/people/id/3838 OP]

Lord [Reichart Steiner]] - [https://op.ansteorra.org/people/id/3872 OP]

Lord [[Rhys ap Emrys]] - [https://op.ansteorra.org/people/id/3906 OP]

Sir [[Tales of Riccardo di Pisa|Riccardo di Pisa]], Lion of Ansteorra - [https://op.ansteorra.org/people/id/3917 OP]

[[Rigel]] - Announcement on Kingdom Email list '''[http://lists.ansteorra.org/pipermail/ansteorra-ansteorra.org/1996-August/003752.html here].'''

Mistress [[Roane Fairegae of Lochlann]] - [https://op.ansteorra.org/people/id/3945 OP], [https://sandradodd.com/people/obituaries/roane SCA Obituaries Page]

Lord [[Robert Haddock]], Lord High Admiral of the Ansteorran Royal Navy - [https://op.ansteorra.org/people/id/3953 OP]

Sir [[Robert Hellmanstahl]] - [https://op.ansteorra.org/people/id/3954 OP]

Lady [[Robyn Smith]]

Honorable Lord [[Roger Redhand]] - [https://op.ansteorra.org/people/id/4001 OP]

Master [[Rognvaldr Tilbuinn]] - [https://op.ansteorra.org/people/id/4005 OP]

Lord [[Roland de Ruthven]] - [https://op.ansteorra.org/people/id/4012 OP]

Baroness [[Roselynde d'Angleterre]] - [https://op.ansteorra.org/people/id/4046 OP]

Master [[Rumil Fletcher]] - [https://op.ansteorra.org/people/id/4071 OP]

Honorable Lady [[Runa of the Thundering Herd]] - [https://op.ansteorra.org/people/id/10433 OP]

[[Rusty of House Arkham]]

==S - U==

Laird [[Sean of Argyll]] - [https://op.ansteorra.org/people/id/4166 OP]

Baroness Bryn Gwlad [[Seanna Catriona de Fraser]] - [https://op.ansteorra.org/people/id/4175 OP]

Lord [[Sebastian Eisenfaust]] - [https://op.ansteorra.org/people/id/4178 OP]

Lady [[Selva of the Treeless Plain]] - [https://op.ansteorra.org/people/id/4193 OP]

Lord [[Sharn Thurlon]] - [https://op.ansteorra.org/people/id/4236 OP]

Lady [[Shimizu Ariko]] - [https://op.ansteorra.org/people/id/4250 OP]

[[Siarades]]

Duchess [[Sieglinde Syr]], Lion of Ansteorra - [https://op.ansteorra.org/people/id/4259 OP] - [http://lists.ansteorra.org/pipermail/ansteorra-ansteorra.org/2012-June/078989.html Ansteorra Email List Announcement]

His Excellency, Count Sir [[Simonn of Amber Isle]], OP, OL, MOD, Defender of the Dream - [https://op.ansteorra.org/people/id/4284 OP]

Honorable Lady [[Siobhan nic an Baihrd]] - [https://op.ansteorra.org/people/id/4298 OP]

Lord [[Sion Glas]] - [https://op.ansteorra.org/people/id/4304 OP]

Lord Lord (2 AOA's) [[Soren Redhammer]] - [https://op.ansteorra.org/people/id/4327 OP]

Their Excellency, [[Starhelm Warlocke]] - [https://op.ansteorra.org/people/id/4335 OP]

Honorable Lord [[Steffan of the Tall Pines]] - [https://op.ansteorra.org/people/id/4342 OP]

Honorable Lord [[Stefan li Rous]] - [https://op.ansteorra.org/people/id/4339 OP]

Baron [[Subodai Khasar]] - [https://op.ansteorra.org/people/id/4369 OP]

Mistress [[Sula von Pferdenthal]], Mistress of the Pelican - [https://op.ansteorra.org/people/id/4371 OP]

Lady [[Susan of Bryn Gwlad]] - [https://op.ansteorra.org/people/id/4376 OP]

Laurel [[Talwyn Devana]] - [https://op.ansteorra.org/people/id/4422 OP]

Sir [[Tarl Mapt]] - [https://op.ansteorra.org/people/id/4448 OP]

Lord [[Tegwared MacAuley]] - [https://op.ansteorra.org/people/id/4467 OP]

Sir [[Terans den Sjofarende]] - [https://op.ansteorra.org/people/id/4475 OP]

Lord [[Terric Bearsmountain]] - [https://op.ansteorra.org/people/id/4484 OP]

Lord [[Terrick ap Owen]] - [https://op.ansteorra.org/people/id/10560 OP]

Honorable Lord [[Thomas of Conway]] - [https://op.ansteorra.org/people/id/4516 OP]

Lord [[Thoron Draconis]] - [https://op.ansteorra.org/people/id/4554 OP]

Centurion [[Thorvald Egilsson]] - [https://op.ansteorra.org/people/id/4560 OP]

Don [[Tivar Moondragon]], Master of the Pelican, Lion of Ansteorra - [https://op.ansteorra.org/people/id/4580 OP]

Lord [[Tycho Leksten]] - [https://op.ansteorra.org/people/id/10979 OP]

Milord [[Ulf Vestilde]]

Mistress [[Ulrica Bronwyn]], Mistress of the Pelican - [https://op.ansteorra.org/people/id/4643 OP]

Honorable Lord [[Ulrich von Budigen]] - [https://op.ansteorra.org/people/id/4646 OP]

Baroness [[Ulrike the Frank]] - [https://op.ansteorra.org/people/id/4650 OP]

Baron [[Uriah Wolfstar]] - [https://op.ansteorra.org/people/id/4656 OP]

==V - Z==

Baroness [[Valencia Carlota Maria de Granada]] - [https://op.ansteorra.org/people/id/4671 OP]

Baroness [[Vashti of the Flaming Tresses]] - [https://op.ansteorra.org/people/id/4695 OP]

Milady [[Victoria Witcraft]] - [http://lists.ansteorra.org/pipermail/ansteorra-ansteorra.org/2008-May/143731.html Email list announcement]

Lord [[Vincenzo Cellini]] - [https://op.ansteorra.org/people/id/4711 OP]

Lord [[Vladimir von Bruen]], known as Bear - [https://op.ansteorra.org/people/id/4732 OP]

[[Wilhelm von Fingwraz]]

Lord [[Wilhelm von Oldenburg]] - [https://op.ansteorra.org/people/id/4763 OP]

Master [[William Blackfox]] - [https://op.ansteorra.org/people/id/4772 OP]

Baron [[William Fitzwalter of Wallingford]] - [https://op.ansteorra.org/people/id/4780 OP]

Lord [[William Fletcher of York]] - [https://op.ansteorra.org/people/id/4781 OP]

Lord [[William Black Dragon]] called Ironwyrm - [https://op.ansteorra.org/people/id/4784 OP]

Lord [[William of Dover]] - [https://op.ansteorra.org/people/id/4795 OP]

Lord [[William Meriic]] - [https://op.ansteorra.org/people/id/10403 OP]

Lord [[Yagsavoke Ulric Moonchild]] - [https://op.ansteorra.org/people/id/4855 OP]

Lord [[Yamakado Chogi no Yorikama]] - [https://op.ansteorra.org/people/id/4857 OP]

Honorable Lord [[Yorge the Lucky]] - [https://op.ansteorra.org/people/id/4867 OP]

Lady [[Zehle Dübel]] - [https://records.gleannabhann.net/public/person.php?id=1380 OP]

Lord [[Zared Lockwood]] - [https://op.ansteorra.org/people/id/4890 OP]

Honorable Lord [[Zoren Uff Eiren]] - [https://op.ansteorra.org/people/id/4902 OP]

[[Category:Articles]]
[[Category:Fallen Stars]]

Fallen Stars of Ansteorra

2026-08-25T19:25:25Z

Zubeydah: /* S - U */

We have lost many bright Stars of Ansteorra over the years. This page is for all of them. 

===History of the Rolls of the Fallen Stars===
At our Argent Anniversary, the names of 47 armigerous Ansteorrans was read aloud by HL [[Snorri Hallson]]. His words were: "Thus follows a list of 47 armigerous Ansteorrans who have departed this life. Know them all, be they Royalty or simple armiger, that with their passing we have lost forever some part of the spirit of Ansteorra."

Since that time, we have lost many others from our ranks. Where possible, they are listed here. If you know of a name that should be added to this roll, please contact the wiki administrator, Zubeydah al-Badawiyyah, at: [mailto:Zubeydah@gmail.com Zubeydah@gmail.com]

'''**Please Note: In the case of the deceased - if they did not authorize a Personal wiki page during their lifetimes, we must have the written consent of their estate/heirs to create one. However, we CAN collect stories about our Fallen Stars, to lighten our sorrow with such good memories. Please feel free to email them to the wiki administrator.** '''

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==A - C==
Lord [[Aarion Kyrkwood Mountain-Gate of Amberglade]] - [http://heraldry.ansteorra.org/OP/op-names.php?search=Aarion%20Kyrkwood%20Mountain-Gate%20of%20Amberglade&id=2 OP]

Sheik [[Abdullah Mohammed ben al a Assani]] - [https://op.ansteorra.org/people/id/16 OP]

Baroness [[Adelicia Brabent of Twyce Holey Wood]] - [http://heraldry.ansteorra.org/OP/op-names.php?search=Adelicia%20Brabant&id=38 OP]

Lady [[Lady Adriana Margherita di Betto]] - [http://heraldry.ansteorra.org/OP/op-names.php?search=Adriana%20Margherita%20di%20Betto&id=52 OP]

Milord [[Aed Vilhialmsson]]

Lord [[Aelwyn of Alburn]] - [http://heraldry.ansteorra.org/OP/op-names.php?search=Aelwyn%20of%20Alburn&id=73 OP] : [http://lists.ansteorra.org/pipermail/ansteorra-ansteorra.org/2011-June/157630.html Ansteorran Email List notification]

His Excellency, Master [[Aethelstan Aethelmearson]] - [http://heraldry.ansteorra.org/OP/op-names.php?search=Aethelstan%20Aethelmearson&id=79 OP]

Honorable Lady [[Agostina Elisabetta da San Germano]] - [http://heraldry.ansteorra.org/OP/op-names.php?search=Agostina%20Elisabetta%20da%20San%20Germano&id=10475 OP]

Honorable Lady [[Aidan Aileran O'Comhraidhe]] - [http://heraldry.ansteorra.org/OP/op-names.php?search=Aidan%20Aileran%20O%27Comhraidhe&id=93 OP]

Lady [[Aoibheann of Bonwicke]] - [https://op.ansteorra.org/people/id/11948 OP]

Lady [[Aislinn of Cravenhest]] - [http://heraldry.ansteorra.org/OP/op-names.php?search=Aislinn%20of%20Cravenhest&id=120 OP]

Lord [[Alan MacRonan MacCalum]] - [http://heraldry.ansteorra.org/OP/op-names.php?search=Alan%20MacRonan%20MacCalum&id=130 OP]

Don [[Alaric Greythorn of Glen Mor]] - [http://heraldry.ansteorra.org/OP/op-names.php?search=Alaric%20Greythorn%20of%20Glen%20Mor&id=140 OP]

His Excellency, Baron [[Alcuin of Argyle]] - [http://heraldry.ansteorra.org/OP/op-names.php?search=Alcuin%20of%20Argyle&id=159 OP]

Lady [[Aldis Brunisdottir]] - [https://op.ansteorra.org/people/id/166 OP]

Honorable Lady [[Aleana o'r Gorwydd Serennog]] - [http://heraldry.ansteorra.org/OP/op-names.php?search=Aleana%20o%27r%20Gorwydd%20Serennog&id=172 OP]

Lord [[Aleric Ironleg]] - [https://op.ansteorra.org/people/id/178 OP]

Lady [[Alexandra Bentbow]] - [http://heraldry.ansteorra.org/OP/op-names.php?search=Alexandra%20Bentbow&id=10855 OP]

Her Excellency, [[Alix de Curci]]/Morag, Baroness Raven's Fort - [https://op.ansteorra.org/people/id/234 OP]

Lord [[Allon McBain]] - [https://op.ansteorra.org/people/id/243 OP]

Lord [[Alton Le Peto]], Captain of Alton's Company - [https://op.ansteorra.org/people/id/257 OP]

Mistress [[Alys Carvelsdatter]] - [http://heraldry.ansteorra.org/OP/op-names.php?search=Alys%20Carvelsdatter&id=262 OP]

Milady [[Amarynth Imrae Rhys]]

Lord [[Ambrose Blackwood]] - [https://op.ansteorra.org/people/id/289 OP]

Baroness [[Ana Maria de Mercedes de Cerdanya]] - [http://heraldry.ansteorra.org/OP/op-names.php?search=Mercedes%20de%20Cerdanya&id=304 OP]

Mistress [[Anastacia Marie Travarra]] - [http://heraldry.ansteorra.org/OP/op-names.php?search=Anastacia%20Marie%20Travarra&id=309 OP]

Honorable Lord [[Anebairn MacPharlaine of Arrochar]] - [http://heraldry.ansteorra.org/OP/op-names.php?search=Anebairn%20MacPharlaine%20of%20Arrochar&id=332 OP]

Her Excellency, Baroness [[Angharad Rhonwen of Caerleon]] - [http://heraldry.ansteorra.org/OP/op-names.php?search=Angharad%20Rhonwen%20of%20Caerleon&id=353 OP]

Her Excellency, Baroness [[Anna Stitcher]] - [https://op.ansteorra.org/people/id/393 OP]

Countess [[Anora Frayne of Winward]] - [http://heraldry.ansteorra.org/OP/op-names.php?search=Anora%20Frayne%20of%20Winward&id=421 OP]

Honorable Lord [[Antigonus Bearbait]] - [http://heraldry.ansteorra.org/OP/op-names.php?search=Antigonus%20Bearbait&id=430 OP]

Master [[Aodhan Ite an Fhithich]] - [https://op.ansteorra.org/people/id/453 OP]

Honorable Lady [[Arabella de Montecute]] - [https://op.ansteorra.org/people/id/469 OP]

Master [[Arachna the Red]] - [http://heraldry.ansteorra.org/OP/op-names.php?search=Arachne%20the%20Red&id=473 OP]

Lady [[Arianna of Greytower]] - [http://heraldry.ansteorra.org/OP/op-names.php?search=Arianna%20of%20Greytower&id=492 OP]

Lord [[Arlen Tyrell MacWard]] - [http://heraldry.ansteorra.org/OP/op-names.php?search=Arlen%20Tyrell%20MacWard&id=515 OP]

Mistress [[Arlene the Soother]] - [http://heraldry.ansteorra.org/OP/op-names.php?search=Arlene%20the%20Soother&id=516 OP]

Lady [[Arnbiorg Nic an Ghabhann]] - [http://heraldry.ansteorra.org/OP/op-names.php?search=Arnbiorg%20Nic%20an%20Ghabhann&id=526 OP] : Announcement on the Kingdom Email list of his passing: '''[http://lists.ansteorra.org/pipermail/ansteorra-ansteorra.org/1996-August/086522.html here].'''

Honorable Lord [[Arnbjorn Sprakkaleggr]] - [https://op.ansteorra.org/people/id/528 OP]

Honorable Lord [[Artair MacMora]] - [http://heraldry.ansteorra.org/OP/op-names.php?search=Artair%20MacMora&id=538 OP]

His Excellency, Baron Eldern Hills [[Arthfael o Frynmawr]] - [http://heraldry.ansteorra.org/OP/op-names.php?search=Arthfael%20o%20Frynmawr&id=541 OP]

Lord [[Arthur FitzRichard]] - [http://heraldry.ansteorra.org/OP/op-names.php?search=Arthur%20FitzRichard&id=543 OP]

Honorable Lord [[Athelstan of Staffordshire]] - [http://heraldry.ansteorra.org/OP/op-names.php?search=Athelstan%20of%20Staffordshire&id=580 OP]: [http://lists.ansteorra.org/pipermail/ansteorra-ansteorra.org/1995-May/083664.html Kingdom Email List Notification]

His Excellency, Baron Steppes [[Aulus Allemanius Draconis]] - [http://heraldry.ansteorra.org/OP/op-names.php?search=Aulus%20Allemanius%20Draconis&id=595 OP]

Lady [[Avalonia Rue du Loch]] - [http://heraldry.ansteorra.org/OP/op-names.php?search=Avalonia%20Rue%20du%20Loch&id=605 OP]

Don [[Benedict Ashton]] - [http://heraldry.ansteorra.org/OP/op-names.php?search=Benedict%20Ashton&id=657 OP]

Lady [[Bianca Giovanni Bennetti Leilah]] - [https://op.ansteorra.org/people/id/676 OP]

HL [[Bice di Pietro]] - [http://heraldry.ansteorra.org/OP/op-names.php?search=Bice%20di%20Pietro&id=680 OP]

Baron Namron, Master [[Bjorn Magnusson Esping]] - [http://heraldry.ansteorra.org/OP/op-names.php?search=Bjorn%20Magnusson%20Esping&id=691 OP]

[[Bjorn Meaddranka]]

Lord [[Blaan Wilhelm von Bamburg]] - [https://op.ansteorra.org/people/id/694 OP]

Lord [[Blume the Mad]], also known as Andhvari - [http://heraldry.ansteorra.org/OP/op-names.php?search=Blume%20the%20Mad&id=706 OP]

Lord [[Bodvar Bogsveigir]] - [https://op.ansteorra.org/people/id/11316 OP]

Mistress [[Branwyn O'Brallaghan]] - [http://heraldry.ansteorra.org/OP/op-names.php?search=Branwyn%20O%27Brallaghan&id=734 OP]

Lord [[Brett MacNelly]] - [http://heraldry.ansteorra.org/OP/op-names.php?search=Brett%20MacNelly&id=762 OP]. [https://sandradodd.com/people/obituaries/brett SCA Obituary Page and Photo]

Her Excellency, Baroness [[Brianna ny Oran]] - [http://heraldry.ansteorra.org/OP/op-names.php?search=Brianna%20ny%20Oran&id=781 OP]

Sir [[Burke Kyriell MacDonald]], KSCA, OP - [https://op.ansteorra.org/people/id/834 OP]

Mistress [[Cadi ferch Bradwen]] - [http://heraldry.ansteorra.org/OP/op-names.php?search=Cadi%20ferch%20Bradwen&id=839 OP]

His Excellency, Baron [[Cadwallader the Crazed]] (Cad, to all who knew him) - [https://op.ansteorra.org/people/id/841 OP]

Lady [[Cairistiona nic Laren]] - [https://op.ansteorra.org/people/id/854 OP]

Honorable Lady [[Cairenn of Cu Ruadh Keep]] - [https://op.ansteorra.org/people/id/853 OP]

Mistress [[Caitlin Anna ni Sheanain]] - [https://op.ansteorra.org/people/id/857 OP]

Honorable Lady [[Caitlin Nan Cnoc Airghead]] - [https://op.ansteorra.org/people/id/866 OP]

Lord [[Caradoc of Bordermarch]] - [https://op.ansteorra.org/people/id/910 OP]

Lady [[Cassandra McCullom]] - [https://op.ansteorra.org/people/id/929 OP]

Lady [[Castellana del Mar]] - [https://heralds.westkingdom.org/Awards/individual.php?namecode=6907 OP]

Her Excellency, Mistress [[Catrin ferch Gwillym o Gonway]], OL - [http://op.ansteorra.org/people/id/974 OP]

Baroness [[Ceinwen ferch Rhuel]] - [https://op.ansteorra.org/people/id/1004 OP]

Honorable Lady [[Cerelia de Lacy of Sherborne]] - [https://op.ansteorra.org/people/id/1019 OP]

Honorable Lord [[Charles bar Sinister]] (Charlie the Bastard) - [https://op.ansteorra.org/people/id/1044 OP]

Lord [[Charles Corwinson]] - [https://op.ansteorra.org/people/id/1033 OP]

Sir [[Chiang Ti Lung]] - [https://op.ansteorra.org/people/id/1053 OP]

Don [[Christoforo Antonio Passavanti]] - [https://op.ansteorra.org/people/id/1073 OP] - [http://lists.ansteorra.org/pipermail/ansteorra-ansteorra.org/2009-February/146895.html Kingdom Email notification]

Lord [[Christopher Hamilton]] - [https://op.ansteorra.org/people/id/1082 OP]

Lord [[Cianan O'Domhnaill]] - [https://op.ansteorra.org/people/id/1098 OP]

Lord [[Ciaran Rhys O'Meara]] - [https://op.ansteorra.org/people/id/1106 OP]

Lady [[Clara Marschall]] (Carla of Gate's Edge) - [https://op.ansteorra.org/people/id/10222 OP]

Mistress [[Clare RosMuire St John]] - [https://op.ansteorra.org/people/id/1117 OP]

[[Conor Mac na Mara]]

Lady [[Cordelia Maeve Ahern]] - [https://op.ansteorra.org/people/id/1178 OP]

Lord [[Corwin de Starte]] - [https://op.ansteorra.org/people/id/1187 OP]

Mistress [[Custance nic Raibert Macconnachie]] - [https://op.ansteorra.org/people/id/1217 OP]

==D - F==

Lord [[Damian d'Outremer]] - [https://op.ansteorra.org/people/id/1255 OP]

Baroness [[Dana Mac an Ghabhann]] - [https://op.ansteorra.org/people/id/1265 OP]

His Lordship [[Daniel Stewart de Guthre]] - [https://op.ansteorra.org/people/id/1279 OP]

Lord [[David ben Leon]] - [https://op.ansteorra.org/people/id/1306 OP]

Lady [[Deidre of the Misty Glade]] - [https://op.ansteorra.org/people/id/1339 OP]

Lady [[Deirdre Sirdein ni Ciaran]] - [https://op.ansteorra.org/people/id/1347 OP]

Her Excellency, [[Dene Legh de Mortemer]] - [https://op.ansteorra.org/people/id/1355 OP]

Her Excellency, Baroness Eldern Hills [[Desiree de Champagne]] - [https://op.ansteorra.org/people/id/1369 OP]

Master [[Diarmait ua Dhuinn]], OL - [http://op.ansteorra.org/people/id/1387 OP]

Don [[Diarmuid mac Ruis]] - [https://op.ansteorra.org/people/id/1388 OP]

Sir [[Dietrich Kempenich von Eltz]] - [https://op.ansteorra.org/people/id/1398 OP]

Honorable Lord [[Dolfin of Cork]] - [https://op.ansteorra.org/people/id/1416 OP] - [http://lists.ansteorra.org/pipermail/ansteorra-ansteorra.org/2011-March/156467.html Kingdom Email List notification] and [http://lists.ansteorra.org/pipermail/ansteorra-ansteorra.org/2011-March/156549.html Funeral]

Milord [[Dragano Chavaleri]] - [https://op.ansteorra.org/people/id/6689 OP]

Countess [[Drusilla of Northumbria]] - [https://op.ansteorra.org/people/id/1462 OP]

Lord [[Duncan Phelan MacLeod]] - [https://op.ansteorra.org/people/id/1472 OP]

Mistress [[Dyan du lac des Calandres]] - [https://op.ansteorra.org/people/id/1486 OP]

Lady [[Dub Essa ingen ui Briain]] - [https://op.ansteorra.org/people/id/1463 OP]

[[Duffin Blindeagle]]

Mistress [[Dunstana Talana the Violet]] - [https://op.ansteorra.org/people/id/1482 OP]

Lord [[Eadric of Hastings]] - [https://op.ansteorra.org/people/id/1491 OP]

Master [[Edward d’Orleans]] - [https://op.ansteorra.org/people/id/1516 OP] - Announcement on the [http://lists.ansteorra.org/pipermail/ansteorra-ansteorra.org/1996-January/085413.html Kingdom Email list]

Don [[Don Edward Mercer]] - [[https://op.ansteorra.org/people/id/1520 OP] - [[Tales of Edward Mercer]]

Lord [[Egbert of Hastings]] - [https://op.ansteorra.org/people/id/1534 OP]

Mistress [[Eimile Seilide as Draeighean]] - [https://op.ansteorra.org/people/id/1543 OP]

Lord [[Einarr Thorbjarnarson]] - [https://op.ansteorra.org/people/id/1547 OP]

His Excellency, Baron [[Einar of Langfjord]], known as Vegtamr - [https://op.ansteorra.org/people/id/1545 OP]

Lady [[Elaine de Lyons]] - [https://op.ansteorra.org/people/id/1562 OP]

Her Excellency, Baroness [[Elisabeth Christianne de Calais]] - [https://op.ansteorra.org/people/id/1605 OP]

His Excellency, Sir [[Emrys Shaunnon]], Defender of the Dream - [https://op.ansteorra.org/people/id/1679 OP]

Lord [[Enda Ui Doncha]] - [https://op.ansteorra.org/people/id/11784 OP]

Mistress [[Eowyn ferch Rhys]] - [https://op.ansteorra.org/people/id/1687 OP]

Lord [[Eric Bentbow]] - [https://op.ansteorra.org/people/id/10854 OP]

Milord [[Eric Grayfox]]

Lord [[Erik Blackarrow]] - [https://op.ansteorra.org/people/id/1694 OP]

Lady [[Erika Arenvaldsdochter]] - [https://op.ansteorra.org/people/id/1723 OP]

Honorable Lord [[Evian Blackthorne]] - [https://op.ansteorra.org/people/id/1771 OP]

His Excellency, Baron [[Franklin Whitenhale of Cheshire]] - [https://op.ansteorra.org/people/id/10812 OP]

[[Fury Ban McMorn]]

==G - I==
Baron [[Gassion de Beaumarchais]] - [https://op.ansteorra.org/people/id/1922 OP]

Lord [[Gawin Pattison]] - [https://op.ansteorra.org/people/id/1928 OP]

Master [[Gaius Marcellus Librus Auklandus]]

Lord [[Geof Weakarm]] - [https://op.ansteorra.org/people/id/1951 OP]

Maestro [[Giovanni Lorenzo da Montefiori]], Lion of Ansteorra - [https://op.ansteorra.org/people/id/2028 OP]

Honorable Lord [[Gilbert ost Westley]] - [https://op.ansteorra.org/people/id/2002 OP] - [http://lists.ansteorra.org/pipermail/ansteorra-ansteorra.org/2018-February/084630.html Ansteorra Email List notification]

Mistress [[Ginevra Rodney]] - [https://op.ansteorra.org/people/id/2019 OP]

Mistress Gitana de Castile‎ – See [[Maria Helena la Gitana de Castile‎]], OP - [https://op.ansteorra.org/people/id/2036 OP]

Milady [[Giuliana Caterina Della Luna]]

Countess [[Gladwen of Ayelsford]] - [https://op.ansteorra.org/people/id/2038 OP]

Lord [[Graylond]] - [https://op.ansteorra.org/people/id/10285 OP]

Lord [[Gryffydd Mawr ap Rodri]] - [https://op.ansteorra.org/people/id/2089 OP]

Lord [[Gunnar Thordarsson]] - [https://op.ansteorra.org/people/id/2107 OP]

Lord [[Guy-Jen]] - [https://op.ansteorra.org/people/id/2126 OP]

Her Excellency, Baroness Wiesenfeuer [[Gwendylon of the Copper Beeches]] - [https://op.ansteorra.org/people/id/2140 OP]

Lady [[Gwenllian Brighid Hertewelle]] - [https://op.ansteorra.org/people/id/2145 OP]

Doña [[Gwenllian Gwalch Gaeaf]] - [https://op.ansteorra.org/people/id/2148 OP]

Mistress [[Gwilym y Fferill o Caer Lleuad]] - [https://op.ansteorra.org/people/id/2153 OP]

Honorable Lady [[Gwyneth of Dragon's Keepe]] - [https://op.ansteorra.org/people/id/2164 OP]

Lady [[Gwynllian merch Glyn]] - [https://op.ansteorra.org/people/id/2166 OP]

[[Gryffdd Mawr ap Rhodri]]

Lord [[Hakon Blackhart]] - [https://op.ansteorra.org/people/id/2179 OP]

Lord [[Harald One Eye]] - [https://op.ansteorra.org/people/id/2201 OP]

Lord [[Hatur Earn]] - [https://op.ansteorra.org/people/id/2211 OP]

Lord [[Hengist Redhand]] - [https://op.ansteorra.org/people/id/2240 OP]

Don [[Henri Molineaux]] - [https://op.ansteorra.org/people/id/2245 OP] - [http://lists.ansteorra.org/htdig.cgi/ansteorra-ansteorra.org/2009-November/150168.html Email List Notification]

Lord [[Hogan of the Shifting Sands]] - [https://op.ansteorra.org/people/id/2258 OP]

His Excellency, Baron [[Hossein Ali Qomi]], Lion of Ansteorra - [https://op.ansteorra.org/people/id/2270 OP]

Lord [[Iain MacWhealon]] - [https://op.ansteorra.org/people/id/2302 OP]

Sir [[Ian MacBaird]] - [https://op.ansteorra.org/people/id/2311 OP]

Lord [[Ian McCullom]] - [https://op.ansteorra.org/people/id/2317 OP]

[[Isebell of the Towers]]

Lady [[Isabella del Bosque]] - [https://op.ansteorra.org/people/id/2375 OP]

[[Ithrael ibn Ihsaan]]

His Excellency, Viscount [[Ivan Howard of Hightower]] - [https://op.ansteorra.org/people/id/2417 OP]

[[Ivar Arn Scraema]]

==J - L ==

Lord [[Jack the Happy]] of Brad Leah - [https://op.ansteorra.org/people/id/2436 OP]

Baroness [[Janais l'Orfeverie]] - [https://op.ansteorra.org/people/id/2480 OP]

Baroness [[Tales of Janet Virago Parva of House Morningstar|Janet Virago Parva]] of [[House Morningstar]] - [https://op.ansteorra.org/people/id/2485 OP]

Duke [[Jean Richard Malcolmson]] - [https://op.ansteorra.org/people/id/2516 OP]

Sir [[John the Plain of Shearn]] - [https://op.ansteorra.org/people/id/2615 OP]

His Grace, [[Jonathan DeLaufyson]] - [https://op.ansteorra.org/people/id/2629 OP]

Lord [[Joseph Erskine]] - [https://op.ansteorra.org/people/id/11509 OP]

His Excellency, Baron [[Jusric]] ("Just Rick") - [https://op.ansteorra.org/people/id/2699 OP] - [[Tales of Jusric]]

Sir [[Jurdi Throndsson]], known as Jord Jotan - [http://op.ansteorra.org/people/id/545 OP]

Lord [[Kalgon the Fumblefingered]] - [https://op.ansteorra.org/people/id/2717 OP]

Her Excellency, Baroness [[Katherine Constancia da Feltre]] - [https://op.ansteorra.org/people/id/2769 OP]

Lady [[Katherine le Flemyng]] - [https://op.ansteorra.org/people/id/2773 OP]

Lady [[Kathleen Davis McReynald]] - [https://op.ansteorra.org/people/id/2783 OP]

Countess [[Kemreth Danil]] - [https://op.ansteorra.org/people/id/2840 OP]

Lady [[Kendra Kenmare]] - [https://op.ansteorra.org/people/id/2844 OP] : Announcement on the [http://lists.ansteorra.org/pipermail/ansteorra-ansteorra.org/1995-October/084812.html Kingdom Email list]

Honorable Lady [[Khadija bint Umar]] - [https://op.ansteorra.org/people/id/2875 OP]

Her Excellency, Baroness [[Keigan of Ravensfaire]] - [https://op.ansteorra.org/people/id/2881 OP]

His Excellency, Baron [[Ladislaus de Brody]] - [https://records.gleannabhann.net/public/person.php?id=846 OP]

Lord [[Laurence d'Avranches]] - [https://op.ansteorra.org/people/id/2961 OP]

Centurion [[Lawrence the Rampant of Ram's Isle]] - [https://op.ansteorra.org/people/id/2969 OP]

His Excellency, Baron [[Leo Exiter the Wanderer]] - [https://op.ansteorra.org/people/id/2984 OP]

Lady [[Leonora d'Este Castiglione]] - [https://op.ansteorra.org/people/id/2991 OP]

Lady [[Liadan of Sparrowhaven]] - [https://op.ansteorra.org/people/id/3011 OP]

Honorable Lady [[Lorraine Fraser]] - [https://op.ansteorra.org/people/id/3068 OP]

Baroness [[Louise Elizabeth Mindenhale]] ("Weezie") - [https://op.ansteorra.org/people/id/3079 OP]

His Excellency, Master [[Lucais du Belier]], Lion of Ansteorra - [https://op.ansteorra.org/people/id/3085 OP]

==M - O==

Baroness [[Mairin ferch Howell]] - [https://op.ansteorra.org/people/id/3169 OP] / [http://lists.ansteorra.org/pipermail/ansteorra-ansteorra.org/2001-April/116409.html Announcement on the Kingdom Email List]

Mistress [[Mara MacNaughton]] - [https://op.ansteorra.org/people/id/3192 OP]

Countess [[Marguerite de la Croix]] - [https://op.ansteorra.org/people/id/3235 OP]

Mistress [[Maria Helena la Gitana de Castile‎]] - [https://op.ansteorra.org/people/id/2036 OP]

Honorable Lord [[Marke von Mainz]] - [https://op.ansteorra.org/people/id/3271 OP]

Lady [[Marsali Fox]] - [https://op.ansteorra.org/people/id/3277 OP]

Honorable Lord [[Martin Hart of Wells]] - [https://op.ansteorra.org/people/id/3286 OP]

Lady [[Mary McLaod]] - [https://op.ansteorra.org/people/id/3294 OP]

Baron [[Merfyn Gareth ap Mouric]] - [https://op.ansteorra.org/people/id/3385 OP]. [http://lists.ansteorra.org/htdig.cgi/ansteorra-announce2-ansteorra.org/2005-April/006889.html Announcement on the Kingdom Email List]

Lord [[Michael of Kendal]] - [https://op.ansteorra.org/people/id/3417 OP]

[[Michael Twin Cedars]]

Lord [[Michael vom Donau]] - [https://op.ansteorra.org/people/id/3430 OP]

Lord [[Morgan Axebreaker]] - [https://op.ansteorra.org/people/id/3511 OP]

Mouse The Jester - See: [[Namron]] Beltane 1993 story on [[NSTIW]]

Lord [[Muldana of Catchlove]] (Muldona of Maubla) - [https://op.ansteorra.org/people/id/3559 OP]

HL [[Muirenn inghean Chonaill]] - [https://op.ansteorra.org/people/id/3555 OP]

Her Excellency, [[Musashi no Domai]]/Gwenn the Lizard Keeper - [https://op.ansteorra.org/people/id/2167 OP]

Lord [[Nicholas Crispin]] - [https://op.ansteorra.org/people/id/3604 OP] (son of Sir William of Weir & Baroness Philippa Rookhaven)

Lord [[Nicholas Drake]] - [https://op.ansteorra.org/people/id/3605 OP]

Lady [[Nicolette le Bordress]] - [https://op.ansteorra.org/people/id/10697 OP]

Armiger [[Ogden the Blue]] - [https://op.ansteorra.org/people/id/3644 OP]

Sir [[Oliver the Faithful]] - [https://op.ansteorra.org/people/id/11202 OP]

Lord [[Omar the Turk]] - [https://op.ansteorra.org/people/id/3660 OP]

Lady [[Osanna de Burgh]] - [https://op.ansteorra.org/people/id/3670 OP]

Honorable Lord [[Owen Stott]] - [https://op.ansteorra.org/people/id/3694 OP]

==P - R==

His Grace, Duke [[Patrick Michael Gordonne]] - [https://op.ansteorra.org/people/id/3720 OP]

Honorable Lord [[Paedric O'Mullan]] - [https://op.ansteorra.org/people/id/3702 OP]

Baron [[Parnel Pashley Penhaligon]] - [https://op.ansteorra.org/people/id/3711 OP]

Lady [[Pegasus Devona]] - [https://op.ansteorra.org/people/id/10610 OP]

Lady [[Rachael Braeuer of the Black Forest]] - [https://op.ansteorra.org/people/id/3790 OP]

Lady [[Rachel de Narbonne]] - [https://op.ansteorra.org/people/id/11136 OP]

Honorable Lord [[Rafael Diego de Burgos]] - [https://op.ansteorra.org/people/id/3798/ OP]

His Excellency, Baron [[Ragan hinn Stilliligr]] - [https://op.ansteorra.org/people/id/3803 OP]

Lord [[Ralf of Oak Lawn the Oxhandler]] - [https://op.ansteorra.org/people/id/3824 OP]

Viscount Sir [[Randall von Nordlichwald]] - [https://op.ansteorra.org/people/id/3832 OP]

Lord [[Randwulf the Hermit]] - [https://op.ansteorra.org/people/id/3838 OP]

Master [[Ragnar Ulfgarsson]], Lion of Ansteorra - [https://op.ansteorra.org/people/id/3808 OP]

Lord [Reichart Steiner]] - [https://op.ansteorra.org/people/id/3872 OP]

Lord [[Rhys ap Emrys]] - [https://op.ansteorra.org/people/id/3906 OP]

Sir [[Tales of Riccardo di Pisa|Riccardo di Pisa]], Lion of Ansteorra - [https://op.ansteorra.org/people/id/3917 OP]

[[Rigel]] - Announcement on Kingdom Email list '''[http://lists.ansteorra.org/pipermail/ansteorra-ansteorra.org/1996-August/003752.html here].'''

Mistress [[Roane Fairegae of Lochlann]] - [https://op.ansteorra.org/people/id/3945 OP], [https://sandradodd.com/people/obituaries/roane SCA Obituaries Page]

Lord [[Robert Haddock]], Lord High Admiral of the Ansteorran Royal Navy - [https://op.ansteorra.org/people/id/3953 OP]

Sir [[Robert Hellmanstahl]] - [https://op.ansteorra.org/people/id/3954 OP]

Lady [[Robyn Smith]]

Honorable Lord [[Roger Redhand]] - [https://op.ansteorra.org/people/id/4001 OP]

Master [[Rognvaldr Tilbuinn]] - [https://op.ansteorra.org/people/id/4005 OP]

Lord [[Roland de Ruthven]] - [https://op.ansteorra.org/people/id/4012 OP]

Baroness [[Roselynde d'Angleterre]] - [https://op.ansteorra.org/people/id/4046 OP]

Master [[Rumil Fletcher]] - [https://op.ansteorra.org/people/id/4071 OP]

Honorable Lady [[Runa of the Thundering Herd]] - [https://op.ansteorra.org/people/id/10433 OP]

[[Rusty of House Arkham]]

==S - U==

Laird [[Sean of Argyll]] - [https://op.ansteorra.org/people/id/4166 OP]

Baroness Bryn Gwlad [[Seanna Catriona de Fraser]] - [https://op.ansteorra.org/people/id/4175 OP]

Lord [[Sebastian Eisenfaust]] - [https://op.ansteorra.org/people/id/4178 OP]

Lady [[Selva of the Treeless Plain]] - [https://op.ansteorra.org/people/id/4193 OP]

Lord [[Sharn Thurlon]] - [https://op.ansteorra.org/people/id/4236 OP]

Lady [[Shimizu Ariko]] - [https://op.ansteorra.org/people/id/4250 OP]

[[Siarades]]

Duchess [[Sieglinde Syr]], Lion of Ansteorra - [https://op.ansteorra.org/people/id/4259 OP] - [http://lists.ansteorra.org/pipermail/ansteorra-ansteorra.org/2012-June/078989.html Ansteorra Email List Announcement]

His Excellency, Count Sir [[Simonn of Amber Isle]], OP, OL, MOD, Defender of the Dream - [https://op.ansteorra.org/people/id/4284 OP]

Honorable Lady [[Siobhan nic an Baihrd]] - [https://op.ansteorra.org/people/id/4298 OP]

Lord [[Sion Glas]] - [https://op.ansteorra.org/people/id/4304 OP]

Lord Lord (2 AOA's) [[Soren Redhammer]] - [https://op.ansteorra.org/people/id/4327 OP]

Their Excellency, [[Starhelm Warlocke]] - [https://op.ansteorra.org/people/id/4335 OP]

Honorable Lord [[Steffan of the Tall Pines]] - [https://op.ansteorra.org/people/id/4342 OP]

Honorable Lord [[Stefan li Rous]] - [https://op.ansteorra.org/people/id/4339 OP]

Baron [[Subodai Khasar]] - [https://op.ansteorra.org/people/id/4369 OP]

Mistress [[Sula von Pferdenthal]], Mistress of the Pelican - [https://op.ansteorra.org/people/id/4371 OP]

Lady [[Susan of Bryn Gwlad]] - [https://op.ansteorra.org/people/id/4376 OP]

Laurel [[Talwyn Devana]] - [https://op.ansteorra.org/people/id/4422 OP]

Sir [[Tarl Mapt]] - [https://op.ansteorra.org/people/id/4448 OP]

Lord [[Tegwared MacAuley]] - [https://op.ansteorra.org/people/id/4467 OP]

Sir [[Terans den Sjofarende]] - [https://op.ansteorra.org/people/id/4475 OP]

Lord [[Terric Bearsmountain]] - [https://op.ansteorra.org/people/id/4484 OP]

Lord [[Terrick ap Owen]] - [https://op.ansteorra.org/people/id/10560 OP]

Honorable Lord [[Thomas of Conway]] - [https://op.ansteorra.org/people/id/4516 OP]

Lord [[Thoron Draconis]] - [https://op.ansteorra.org/people/id/4554 OP]

Centurion [[Thorvald Egilsson]] - [https://op.ansteorra.org/people/id/4560 OP]

Don [[Tivar Moondragon]], Master of the Pelican, Lion of Ansteorra - [https://op.ansteorra.org/people/id/4580 OP]

Lord [[Tycho Leksten]] - [https://op.ansteorra.org/people/id/10979 OP]

Milord [[Ulf Vestilde]]

Mistress [[Ulrica Bronwyn]], Mistress of the Pelican - [https://op.ansteorra.org/people/id/4643 OP]

Honorable Lord [[Ulrich von Budigen]] - [https://op.ansteorra.org/people/id/4646 OP]

Baroness [[Ulrike the Frank]] - [https://op.ansteorra.org/people/id/4650 OP]

Baron [[Uriah Wolfstar]] - [https://op.ansteorra.org/people/id/4656 OP]

==V - Z==

Baroness [[Valencia Carlota Maria de Granada]] - [https://op.ansteorra.org/people/id/4671 OP]

Baroness [[Vashti of the Flaming Tresses]] - [https://op.ansteorra.org/people/id/4695 OP]

Milady [[Victoria Witcraft]] - [http://lists.ansteorra.org/pipermail/ansteorra-ansteorra.org/2008-May/143731.html Email list announcement]

Lord [[Vincenzo Cellini]] - [https://op.ansteorra.org/people/id/4711 OP]

Lord [[Vladimir von Bruen]], known as Bear - [https://op.ansteorra.org/people/id/4732 OP]

[[Wilhelm von Fingwraz]]

Lord [[Wilhelm von Oldenburg]] - [https://op.ansteorra.org/people/id/4763 OP]

Master [[William Blackfox]] - [https://op.ansteorra.org/people/id/4772 OP]

Baron [[William Fitzwalter of Wallingford]] - [https://op.ansteorra.org/people/id/4780 OP]

Lord [[William Fletcher of York]] - [https://op.ansteorra.org/people/id/4781 OP]

Lord [[William Black Dragon]] called Ironwyrm - [https://op.ansteorra.org/people/id/4784 OP]

Lord [[William of Dover]] - [https://op.ansteorra.org/people/id/4795 OP]

Lord [[William Meriic]] - [https://op.ansteorra.org/people/id/10403 OP]

Lord [[Yagsavoke Ulric Moonchild]] - [https://op.ansteorra.org/people/id/4855 OP]

Lord [[Yamakado Chogi no Yorikama]] - [https://op.ansteorra.org/people/id/4857 OP]

Honorable Lord [[Yorge the Lucky]] - [https://op.ansteorra.org/people/id/4867 OP]

Lady [[Zehle Dübel]] - [https://records.gleannabhann.net/public/person.php?id=1380 OP]

Lord [[Zared Lockwood]] - [https://op.ansteorra.org/people/id/4890 OP]

Honorable Lord [[Zoren Uff Eiren]] - [https://op.ansteorra.org/people/id/4902 OP]

[[Category:Articles]]
[[Category:Fallen Stars]]

10th Vindheim Coronet

2026-08-25T02:36:10Z

Zubeydah: /* The Words of the Coronet */

{{Coronet
| reignnumber = 10
| coronetportrait = [[File:10th Vindheim Coronet - Photo by Megan Barranco.jpg|x400px]]
| photodesc = Photo by [[Megan Flower del Wal]]
| coronet = [[Alexandre Crane]] and [[Yzabeau Brossier]]
| coronettourney = July 11, 2026: [[Vindheim 10th Coronet Tourney]]
| stepdowndate =
| predecessors = [[9th Vindheim Coronet|Cadmus Lochagus and Adena Terricsdottir]]
| heirs =
}}
</div>

==Reign Overview==
 
===Royal Whims or Declarations===
* Their Sanguine Highnesses will be using the French pronunciation of Prince, and Principessa for Her Highness.
* Honorable Lady [[Toinette de Cambrai]] was named Royal Musician at Vindheim Premiere Summer War Maneuvers on July 25, 2026.
 

===Staff Members===
* Head of Entourage: [[Sabine Lefevre d'Armagnac]]
* Sanguine Trumpet (Herald): [[Eadwulf Terricsson]]
* Sanguine Quill (Scribe): [[Isaac Bane]]
* Gifts Coordinator: [[Isabella Coppola]]
 

==[[Champions of Vindheim|Champions]]==
===Arts===
* Principality A&S Champion: (Competition is annual, not held this reign)
 

===Combat===
* Prince's Armored Combat Champion: [[Karl Hungus]]
* Princess' Champion: [[Oddr Snorrason]]
* Principality Thrown Weapons Champion: Competition to be held at Northkeep 30th Year.
* Principality Archery Champion: Competition to be held at Northkeep 30th Year.
 

===Special Recognitions===
[[Bastion]]:
 

==Progress ==
* July 11, 2026: Vindheim Summer Coronet Tourney
* July 18, 2026: Round Table (Virtual Event)
* July 25, 2026: Vindheim Summer War Maneuvers
* August 1 - 9, 2026: Pennsic War
* August 15, 2026: Whitacre Retreat
* August 29, 2026: Elfsea Baronial College
* September 5, 2026: Bonwicke War of Legends
* September 12, 2026: Kingdom Arts & Sciences
* September 19, 2026: Mooneschadowe Provincial Games
* October 3, 2026: Namron Protectorate 50th Anniversary
* October 10, 2026: Coronation
* October 24, 2026: Northkeep 30th Year
* October 31, 2026: Eldern Hills Samhain
* November 7, 2026: Gleann Abhann Huntsman's Harvest
* November 14, 2026: Queen's Champion
* November 21, 2026: Bordermarch War of the Rams
* December 5, 2026: Wiesenfeuer Yule
* December 12, 2026: Winter Crown Tournament
* January 9, 2027: Vindheim Winter Coronet Tourney
 

===The Words of the Coronet===
====July 15, 2026====
Attention - All armored and rapier combatants of Vindheim! 
Her Sanguine Highness and I have coordinated with the event steward of Vindheim Summer War Maneuvers and he has graciously created time in the day's busy schedule to host Our Prince and Princess' Championships! Both of Our tournaments are intended to highlight three things that We see as important aspects of a champion: Personal Skill at Arms, Leadership, and the Trust of their Companions in Arms. As with most of Our predecessors, we will expect Our Champions to attend us at the majority of the events We plan to attend, or coordinate with Us to have someone stand in for them for any event they cannot, as well as be Our sounding board, one of Our counselors, and stalwart companions during Our reign so the winner of each tournament may not be chosen as the Champion, as We will be watching during the bouts to observe for particular skill, honor, and excitement on the field. 
Both tournaments will also require a declaration of intent from a current citizen of Vindheim, sent to Our emails ( prince@vindheim.ansteorra.org and princess@vindheim.ansteorra.org ), no later than noon on Wednesday July 22nd, to be permitted entry as a competitor. That being said, We invite one and all to come, bring your preferred weapons of war, and fight as participants and armies for those entering to be Our champions. 
 
'''HSH Alexandre's Prince's Champion-''' 
His Sanguine Highness wishes to reach back into the history of the North and host a one-day revival of an old but fondly remembered tradition once known as "Northern Regional Warlord", with a slight modification. All those seeking the title of Prince's Champion will be randomized onto a bracket and then be released to rally and fight with armies from the pool of those not competing to their cause and defeat all others who would stand in their way. There will be no minimum or maximum limit on the number of fighters a team may hold per round and once each round ends by having the last man standing, each fighter returns to the overall pool to be recruited for the next round until only two competitors remain to clash in a grand melee. In the event of a 3-way final, the first team to lose twice in a round robin style pairing will be eliminated, leaving the final two teams to compete for the title. 
 
'''HSH Yzabeau's Princess' Champion-''' 
Her Sanguine Highness invites all who wish to vie for the honor to her Her personal champion to form small armies, and lead them to victory through the use of strategy and coordination in a point buy style. Each entrant will be allotted a total of 5 points to create their army with Martial Peers being worth 3 points, Martial Grants of Arms being worth 2 points, and those having been awarded Martial Awards of Arms or below being worth 1 point. The team captain does not count toward these totals but MUST take the field and fight with their team. Competitors will be placed into a randomized bracket and compete until only two teams remain to fight to the last man standing. In the event of a 3-way final, the first team to lose twice in a round robin style pairing will be eliminated, leaving the final two teams to compete for the title. 
 
We look forward to this glorious day of combat and chivalry and can't wait to see you all there! 
Alexandre and Yzabeau, 
Prince and Principessa of Vindheim 
 
P.S. We welcome @here to share this post far and wide to all your friends in an effort to make this first Vindheim Summer War Maneuvers the best it can be! 
 
====July 27, 2026====
Summer War Maneuvers certainly lived up to its name, with Oklahoma's summer heat making for a challenging day on the field. Even so, every combatant met the melees with honor and courtesy, and the tournaments were a wonderful display of the chivalry that defines our Society. We are deeply grateful to everyone who fought, marshaled, taught, served, or cheered from the sidelines. 
 
It is our great pleasure to recognize those who have earned the honor of serving as our champions. Please join us in congratulating Centurion [[Karl Hungus]], our Champion to His Highness, and Lord [[Oddr Snorrason]], my Champion. We look forward to the coming months with these noble warriors standing beside us. 
 
We are also delighted to announce that Honorable Lady [[Toinette de Cambrai]] has accepted the role of Court Musician for our reign. Her talent and generosity will bring joy and beauty to our courts, and we cannot wait to share her gifts with the people of Vindheim. 
 
To everyone who braved the Oklahoma summer to join us, you made the day a success, and we are honored to reign over such a remarkable populace. We can't wait to see the event grow next year... perhaps with a little more air conditioning! 
 
We would also like to extend our heartfelt thanks to Centurion Gunnarr Bjornulfsson for his flexibility throughout the day. As event steward, he handled every challenge with good humor and grace, helping ensure the event was a success despite the heat. We are grateful for all of his hard work. 
 
As discussed in court, His Highness and I would like to extend a heartfelt invitation to all citizens of Vindheim to share in a moment of honor during court. Throughout our reign, the Sword of State stands as a symbol of the strength and unity of our principality. We invite any citizen of Vindheim that is over 18, including those that have been awarded the Sanguine Bowl, to take part in that symbolism by holding the Vindheim Sword of State during court. 
 
Yzabeau & Alexandre 
Principessa & Prince of Vindheim 
 

====August 24, 2026====
What a weekend! 
We spent the weekend in the Barony of Mag Mor in the Kingdom of Calontir for Cattle Raids, this year with the delightful theme The Cow Jumped Over the Moon. And what better way to celebrate than by getting on horseback? 
Both of Us had the opportunity to ride, with His Highness trying target archery from horseback for the first time! Her Highness had the particular joy of riding a giant horse named Chewy (just 18 hands tall), bringing back fond memories of when She rode much more frequently. It was wonderful to be back in the saddle, even if She may have forgotten some of the finer points. 
Calontir was celebrating a whole swath of birthdays this week, including Her Sanguine Highness and Our wonderful host, His Excellency Andromir Vukovic, who could not have been more kind, helpful, and welcoming. One particularly talented member of the Calontir populace even made a spectacular birthday cake for the occasion! 
After court, feast was every bit as delightful as the rest of the weekend. Their Majesties of Calontir, Øyríkr and Alicia, graciously invited Us to sit with Them, and We had a marvelous time. The feast was adorable and delicious, right down to the freshly baked, cow-spotted bread in the first course! 
And then came the jousting. 
It was absolutely spectacular to watch, and We were especially delighted when Mistress [[Eowyth þa Siðend]] took the victory wearing Vindheim's colors, just for Her Highness's birthday! We adore Eo, one of the holders of Ansteorra's Amicitia, and she is frankly far too cool for her own good. 
We were also delighted to see some Vindhomies during the weekend! Her Grace Gilyan participated in the horseback archery competition and was AMAZING, and I enjoyed spending time with [[Koke Gan]] and [[Milokhna della Riga]]. Koke even entered Mag Mor's Blank Borders scribal competition with two VERY adorable cow-themed entries. I told His Highness that Namron would be terribly jealous. 
Most of all, We are grateful to the people of Calontir and Mag Mor for their exceptional hospitality. From the riding to the feast, the jousting to the birthday celebrations, We felt incredibly welcomed and had an absolutely wonderful time. 
Thank you, Calontir and Mag Mor, for inviting Us to join in the fun. We hope to see you all again very soon! 
~ Their Sanguine Highnesses, Alexandre and Yzabeau 

===The Words of the Populace===
 

==Reign Notes==
===Garb/Accoutrements===

===Tokens and Gifts===

 

==Royal Preferences==
{| class="wikitable"
|- style="font-weight:bold; font-family:Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif !important;; color:#cb0000;"
! style="background-color:#efefef;" | Preference
! His Serene Highness Alexandre
! Her Serene Highness Yzabeau
|-
| style="font-family:Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif !important;; background-color:#efefef;" | Pronouns:
| He/Him
| She/Her
|-
| style="font-family:Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif !important;; background-color:#efefef;" | Persona:
| 16th Century French
| 15th Century Italian
|-
| style="font-family:Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif !important;; background-color:#efefef;" | Allergies:
| None
| None
|-
| style="font-family:Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif !important;; background-color:#efefef;" | Food Preferences:
| Likes: Spicy Things, bread, bread pudding, croissants. Dislikes: Chocolate, soda, beans
| Likes: Fruit, veggies, milk chocolate, dill pickles, meat, cheese and crackers, bread, fruity desserts over chocolate. Dislikes: Raw onion, raw tomatoes, olives, stinky cheese, meet with fruit. Wants to like spicy things but is a wimp.
|-
| style="font-family:Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif !important;; background-color:#efefef;" | Beverage Preferences:
| Water, Coffee Jameson, Lightly sweetened tea, mimosas
| Water with fruit in it, Pepsi Zero Sugar, flavored seltzer water, original dry Strongbow, hot cocoa or tea when it's cold - in particular peppermint hot cocoa and jasmine green tree.
|-
| style="font-family:Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif !important;; background-color:#efefef;" | Colors:
|
|
|-
| style="font-family:Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif !important;; background-color:#efefef;" | Interests:
| All forms of combat, passionate about service, loves art.
| Enjoys art, service, archery.
|-
| style="font-family:Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif !important;; background-color:#efefef;" | Other:
| Likes pandas, fleur de lys, Roses
| Foxes. She LOVES the bee badge. Note: Can get overwhelmed and might need some quiet time- it really isn’t you!
|}
 
===Total Number of Awards Given===

{| class="wikitable"
|- style="font-weight:bold; font-size:18px; background-color:#cb0000;"
! Name
! Number
|-
|Bastion
|
|-
|Brazier
|
|-
|Company of the Sanguine Warhorse
|
|-
|Company of the Sinople Warhorse
|
|-
|Company of the Tenne Warhorse
|
|-
|Dove
|
|-
|Fountain
|
|-
|Golden Comb
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|-
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Tales of Ragnar Ulfgarsson

2026-08-24T23:23:57Z

Zubeydah: /* Notification to Ansteorra */

==My Introduction to Uncle Ragnar==
by [[Hallgeirr Olafsson]], February 2018 
At the first Siege of the Abbey, [[Seawinds]] had an idea to make Shire coinage and give each person in attendance a bag of varying denominations. Attendees were encouraged to acquire more through various endeavors like service work, wagers, bardic performances, etc. The winning side in the melees would receive a chest full to be distributed by the winning commander, and the coinage was to be used during a live auction held Sunday. Friday night, I was near the bridge waiting for late arrivals needing help to get unloaded when an older man came by and asked if my compatriots and I would like to hear a story... for a nominal fee. As we were charging the same nominal fee to help folk unload, we thought "Why not?". I had been in the SCA a year or so, and had no idea who this man was, or how AWESOME his stories were! We may, or may not have been, fully in our cups when he came by, but by the time he finished, we definitely were. After the first few stories, whenever he would finish one, we would plaintively cry, like a group of hungry children, "Tell us another one, Uncle Ragnar!" After an hour or so, and however many stories he told, we were tapped out. He had gotten from us every single coin we had earned that night.
 
As he stood to go, a young lady came by and asked us the same question Ragnar had asked: "Would you like hear a story? I'm just learning this and will need to read parts of it, but I need to try in front of an audience."
 
"Certainly!" we replied. 
She told a tale about a selkie that I am not ashamed to say reduced me to tears. When she finished, [http://heraldry.ansteorra.org/OP/op-names.php?search=Ragnar%20Ulfgarsson&id=3808 Ragnar] took the pouch from his belt that held his coin and emptied it onto the table. I had never seen an act such as this in my life. His generosity touched my young soul and helped shape the man I have become, both in the SCA, and in the Mundane world. 

==Birthday Remembrances of Ragnar (03/07/2019)==
===Garvin Wyther of Bryn Gwlad===
So many fine moments I had because of Ragnar. One morning after Candlemas, Ragnar, Moonbear, and I were the only ones who showed up at a fighter practice scheduled early for the convenience of our visitors. We spent a couple of hours trading stories, songs, libations, and solutions to all the problems of the Knowne Worlde. Hail Ragnar, bard and hero!
 
===[[Ivar Runamagi]]===
Ragnar sits in valhalla entertaining the gods. Those of us who knew him were blessed. Those who have only heard of him will never understand. I raised my horn to him on this the day of his birth. All I ask is that we never stop telling stories of a true hero of Ansteorra!
 
===[[Mellilah Farasha Raushana bint Abdullah]]===
Ragnar doesn't dance, so says Ragnar. But, Ragnar danced with Maleah, because she grabbed his cloak and gave him no choice! NSTIW! 
 
==Passage==
This was written in memory of [[Ragnar Ulfgarsson]], legend of [[Bjornsborg]] and Ansteorra, by Mistress [[Alisandre Oliphaunt]]. 
{|"
|-style="vertical-align:top;"
|
Shadows fall. 
Walking first 
Bright the gold 
Safe: his brothers 
A loved place, 
He passes. 
|
A scop wanders. 
to find his wealth, 
in shining braids. 
brave protect her. 
but not his place. 
|-style="vertical-align:top;"
|Companions here, 
These are warriors, 
These are leaders 
The watcher smiles, 
The sweet mead 
A strong place, 
He passes. 
|
a council meet. 
weapon friends; 
followed long. 
salutes their strengths. 
grows sweeter. 
but not his place. 
|-style="vertical-align:top;"
|
Fire bloom 
Tales long crafted 
Word-fame won 
Speakers bold 
Shapers all, 
The listener smiles, 
A struggling voice 
A good place, 
He passes. 
|
and stories flow. 
told anew, 
by war and wit. 
or speakers shy, 
they share his craft. 
lends his lore; 
grows stronger. 
but not his place. 
|-style="vertical-align:top;"
|
The hall is tall, 
Bright the laughter, 
A bench waits, 
A hall is hushed 
Raised to speak 
Sable stars 
The wanderer smiles, 
Horns are raised 
A blessed place, 
He enters. 
|
the heroes many, 
bright the mead. 
a horn brims, 
to hear his voice 
of spirits bold, 
and snowy bears. 
welcomed in. 
to hail him. 
and now his place. 
|}
1-2-1997 
 
==Axebeak: A Legend of Bjornsborg==
or How Ragnar Lost his Axe 
by Hrabia [[Jan w Orzeldom]] 
 
Across the western ocean and time, Ragnar came to live among the Bjornlings, close by their famous fortress. With wry pride he would explain his accomplishments by saying, “but I… am a Norwegian!” His accomplishments were many. He was skald of great fame. Crowds would form, boisterous mead halls would hush, as old and young, powerful and humble would laugh or gasp as his verses and songs led them. He was called Morkwulf, though the board of tyrants and their minion officials would later deny his name and he was enrolled as “Ulfgarson.” 
 
In those days, it was the custom of the Bjornlings to expend great amounts of labor and treasure to host a great tournament each year. A tournament like no other: The Tournament of the Lions. It was so named because the revered Order of the Lions of Ansteorra encouraged and participated in its spirit and proceedings. And as at any great tournament, bold warriors proved their worth by feats of arms. Reigning kings, their heirs, and the high nobility of the lands of the Sable Star would test the mettle of the knights and warriors. Receiving challenges and leading assaults and defenses allowed those with spirit to add luster to their renown. 
 
Ragnar rarely participated in the shield splittings of other Ansteorran gatherings, but the nobility of the Lions contestants and the taste of chivalry in the air inspired him to pay a scribe to forward his intent to enter the list and be feasted by the host. His deeds won notice and applause. On the “day of challenges” he felled three consecutive foes, each with a single stroke of his axe. He joined a successful assault on a bridge held by a greater number of defenders. At the barrier, the gateway, even the grand melee à cheval, he distinguished himself. He even fought in the dreaded à outrance challenges, where wounds were retained, and emerged unscathed. 
 
This great tourney ended with the selection of the best of the best as the Pride of the Lions, who took the field against all other comers. Knights and nobles of renown, judges throughout the day, conferred and named Ragnar as one of that year’s Pride. As the sun cast very long shadows, he joined the heroic and nearly hopeless rearguard hill defense of the chosen Pride against everyone not chosen. 
 
After the glory of the Pride’s final battle, trestles were brought and a feast was laid on the well-trampled list field. The feast at Lions was, as always, hearty and well washed down. Afterward, Ragnar and his friends went, as usual, in quest of diversion. After a long night of being received, toasted, and cajoled for performances at the many campfires and evening gatherings of the sprawled encampment, Ragnar found himself alone and picking his way back to his campsite, under a cloudy sky. It was very dark under the trees. And by that point, as I have been told… it had gotten “a little bit drunk out.” 
 
Out of the inky darkness came the honking of geese. Ragnar gathered his wits and, in delicate Viking innuendo, bid them to shut up and suggested other pastimes for them to go and engage in. Then, almost miraculously, almost as if in response – the clouds broke. He could see the path ahead. It ran between two scaly tree trunks. He took a step, into legend. A tooth-rattling “HONK!” accompanied by a blast of stale breath billowed his cloak out behind him. He staggered back. Wiping his eyes, Ragnar suddenly beheld that the path went not between two trees – but between the legs of a gigantic goose. A Troll Goose! It sounded its battle honk again, echoed by many others in the blackness. 
 
This was an apparition to strike terror into the stoutest heart – but realizing that a true Norwegian berserk would not retreat from weapons or fire – and that a Pride member would never live down fleeing “a goose in the dark” – Ragnar stood his ground. He fumbled for his weapon, and drew…his great… drinking horn! Wait, no, that’s not right! He loosed the horn, which swung on its strap as he drew his axe from his belt. Only slightly losing his balance, the hero took aim and hurled his axe at the demon spawn, flying true toward its target. The clouds again covered the moon. Looking up the muddy path, Ragnar saw only darkness. The honking was quieter and farther off. He had driven the Troll Goose from his path – but at a cost. 
 
Ragnar searched for his axe in the dark, but found it not. The next day searches were made – before, during, and after the artisans breakfast and the prize court – but no trace of the axe was ever found. There was also no trace of blood, proving the Troll Goose was not of this world. Bjornlings speculated that it must have caught the hero’s weapon in midflight and borne it away. In later years the area would be searched many times, but the axe had vanished. 
 
The encounter with Axebeak entered into Bjornsborg legend and would occasionally crop up in song, story, and fireside jokes. 
 
This is as true a tale as Ragnar ever told, given to me by the skald himself many times by a fire over ale. 
 
==Notification to Ansteorra==
From gunnora at bga.com Thu Jan 2 17:12:03 1997 
From: gunnora at bga.com (Gunnora Hallakarva) 
Date: Thu, 2 Jan 1997 19:12:03 -0600 
Subject: A New Poet in Valhalla 
Message-ID: <199701030112.TAA25157@zoom.bga.com> 
 
I wish that I could wish all of you a happy new year, but alas it is not in me to do so. 
 
It is with the greatest of sorrow instead that I must tell you that the Allfather has chosen a new skald for his Hall, and so now Master Ragnar Ulfgarsson, Court Baron, OL, CIM, AST, ASCr, OUMB, AoA, LION OF ANSTEORRA has gone to sit at the right hand of Odinn. 
 
The mead bench where Bragi once sat is now the place of honor where Ragnar will surely spend many an age, telling tales, draining many a horn of the gods' famous mead, and listening to the einherjar ask him to tell them "Olaf's House" just one more time. 
 
While funeral services will be held on Saturday, January 4, 1997, the family has asked that attendance be limited. There will be a wake at noon on Saturday for Ragnar that will be open to all at Viscountess Constance St. Dunstan's, (Address redacted). 
 
Cards may be sent to Thordis (Melissa Snow) at (address redacted). The family would prefer donations or live plants over flowers. For details on such gifts, contact Master Cynric at (redacted). 
 
Oh, Ragnar, I can't even begin to imagine an event in Bjornsborg without you. 
 
In sorrow, 
 
::GUNNORA:: 
===Memories: Giles===
Some of my earliest memories of the Society are of Ragnar holding a group of newcomers from Bonwicke spellbound with the sound of his voice, rolling smoothly over the stanzas of poetry. He was the measure by which I judged all other bards. Few have equalled him, and none exceeded. 
 
Farewell, brother. 
 
Giles 
Gyldenholt, Caid 

 

Gunnora Hallakarva
Herskerinde

[[Category:Stories]]
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[[Category:Laurels]]
[[Category:Lions]]
[[Category:People]]

Tales of Ragnar Ulfgarsson

2026-08-24T23:15:40Z

Zubeydah:

==My Introduction to Uncle Ragnar==
by [[Hallgeirr Olafsson]], February 2018 
At the first Siege of the Abbey, [[Seawinds]] had an idea to make Shire coinage and give each person in attendance a bag of varying denominations. Attendees were encouraged to acquire more through various endeavors like service work, wagers, bardic performances, etc. The winning side in the melees would receive a chest full to be distributed by the winning commander, and the coinage was to be used during a live auction held Sunday. Friday night, I was near the bridge waiting for late arrivals needing help to get unloaded when an older man came by and asked if my compatriots and I would like to hear a story... for a nominal fee. As we were charging the same nominal fee to help folk unload, we thought "Why not?". I had been in the SCA a year or so, and had no idea who this man was, or how AWESOME his stories were! We may, or may not have been, fully in our cups when he came by, but by the time he finished, we definitely were. After the first few stories, whenever he would finish one, we would plaintively cry, like a group of hungry children, "Tell us another one, Uncle Ragnar!" After an hour or so, and however many stories he told, we were tapped out. He had gotten from us every single coin we had earned that night.
 
As he stood to go, a young lady came by and asked us the same question Ragnar had asked: "Would you like hear a story? I'm just learning this and will need to read parts of it, but I need to try in front of an audience."
 
"Certainly!" we replied. 
She told a tale about a selkie that I am not ashamed to say reduced me to tears. When she finished, [http://heraldry.ansteorra.org/OP/op-names.php?search=Ragnar%20Ulfgarsson&id=3808 Ragnar] took the pouch from his belt that held his coin and emptied it onto the table. I had never seen an act such as this in my life. His generosity touched my young soul and helped shape the man I have become, both in the SCA, and in the Mundane world. 

==Birthday Remembrances of Ragnar (03/07/2019)==
===Garvin Wyther of Bryn Gwlad===
So many fine moments I had because of Ragnar. One morning after Candlemas, Ragnar, Moonbear, and I were the only ones who showed up at a fighter practice scheduled early for the convenience of our visitors. We spent a couple of hours trading stories, songs, libations, and solutions to all the problems of the Knowne Worlde. Hail Ragnar, bard and hero!
 
===[[Ivar Runamagi]]===
Ragnar sits in valhalla entertaining the gods. Those of us who knew him were blessed. Those who have only heard of him will never understand. I raised my horn to him on this the day of his birth. All I ask is that we never stop telling stories of a true hero of Ansteorra!
 
===[[Mellilah Farasha Raushana bint Abdullah]]===
Ragnar doesn't dance, so says Ragnar. But, Ragnar danced with Maleah, because she grabbed his cloak and gave him no choice! NSTIW! 
 
==Passage==
This was written in memory of [[Ragnar Ulfgarsson]], legend of [[Bjornsborg]] and Ansteorra, by Mistress [[Alisandre Oliphaunt]]. 
{|"
|-style="vertical-align:top;"
|
Shadows fall. 
Walking first 
Bright the gold 
Safe: his brothers 
A loved place, 
He passes. 
|
A scop wanders. 
to find his wealth, 
in shining braids. 
brave protect her. 
but not his place. 
|-style="vertical-align:top;"
|Companions here, 
These are warriors, 
These are leaders 
The watcher smiles, 
The sweet mead 
A strong place, 
He passes. 
|
a council meet. 
weapon friends; 
followed long. 
salutes their strengths. 
grows sweeter. 
but not his place. 
|-style="vertical-align:top;"
|
Fire bloom 
Tales long crafted 
Word-fame won 
Speakers bold 
Shapers all, 
The listener smiles, 
A struggling voice 
A good place, 
He passes. 
|
and stories flow. 
told anew, 
by war and wit. 
or speakers shy, 
they share his craft. 
lends his lore; 
grows stronger. 
but not his place. 
|-style="vertical-align:top;"
|
The hall is tall, 
Bright the laughter, 
A bench waits, 
A hall is hushed 
Raised to speak 
Sable stars 
The wanderer smiles, 
Horns are raised 
A blessed place, 
He enters. 
|
the heroes many, 
bright the mead. 
a horn brims, 
to hear his voice 
of spirits bold, 
and snowy bears. 
welcomed in. 
to hail him. 
and now his place. 
|}
1-2-1997 
 
==Axebeak: A Legend of Bjornsborg==
or How Ragnar Lost his Axe 
by Hrabia [[Jan w Orzeldom]] 
 
Across the western ocean and time, Ragnar came to live among the Bjornlings, close by their famous fortress. With wry pride he would explain his accomplishments by saying, “but I… am a Norwegian!” His accomplishments were many. He was skald of great fame. Crowds would form, boisterous mead halls would hush, as old and young, powerful and humble would laugh or gasp as his verses and songs led them. He was called Morkwulf, though the board of tyrants and their minion officials would later deny his name and he was enrolled as “Ulfgarson.” 
 
In those days, it was the custom of the Bjornlings to expend great amounts of labor and treasure to host a great tournament each year. A tournament like no other: The Tournament of the Lions. It was so named because the revered Order of the Lions of Ansteorra encouraged and participated in its spirit and proceedings. And as at any great tournament, bold warriors proved their worth by feats of arms. Reigning kings, their heirs, and the high nobility of the lands of the Sable Star would test the mettle of the knights and warriors. Receiving challenges and leading assaults and defenses allowed those with spirit to add luster to their renown. 
 
Ragnar rarely participated in the shield splittings of other Ansteorran gatherings, but the nobility of the Lions contestants and the taste of chivalry in the air inspired him to pay a scribe to forward his intent to enter the list and be feasted by the host. His deeds won notice and applause. On the “day of challenges” he felled three consecutive foes, each with a single stroke of his axe. He joined a successful assault on a bridge held by a greater number of defenders. At the barrier, the gateway, even the grand melee à cheval, he distinguished himself. He even fought in the dreaded à outrance challenges, where wounds were retained, and emerged unscathed. 
 
This great tourney ended with the selection of the best of the best as the Pride of the Lions, who took the field against all other comers. Knights and nobles of renown, judges throughout the day, conferred and named Ragnar as one of that year’s Pride. As the sun cast very long shadows, he joined the heroic and nearly hopeless rearguard hill defense of the chosen Pride against everyone not chosen. 
 
After the glory of the Pride’s final battle, trestles were brought and a feast was laid on the well-trampled list field. The feast at Lions was, as always, hearty and well washed down. Afterward, Ragnar and his friends went, as usual, in quest of diversion. After a long night of being received, toasted, and cajoled for performances at the many campfires and evening gatherings of the sprawled encampment, Ragnar found himself alone and picking his way back to his campsite, under a cloudy sky. It was very dark under the trees. And by that point, as I have been told… it had gotten “a little bit drunk out.” 
 
Out of the inky darkness came the honking of geese. Ragnar gathered his wits and, in delicate Viking innuendo, bid them to shut up and suggested other pastimes for them to go and engage in. Then, almost miraculously, almost as if in response – the clouds broke. He could see the path ahead. It ran between two scaly tree trunks. He took a step, into legend. A tooth-rattling “HONK!” accompanied by a blast of stale breath billowed his cloak out behind him. He staggered back. Wiping his eyes, Ragnar suddenly beheld that the path went not between two trees – but between the legs of a gigantic goose. A Troll Goose! It sounded its battle honk again, echoed by many others in the blackness. 
 
This was an apparition to strike terror into the stoutest heart – but realizing that a true Norwegian berserk would not retreat from weapons or fire – and that a Pride member would never live down fleeing “a goose in the dark” – Ragnar stood his ground. He fumbled for his weapon, and drew…his great… drinking horn! Wait, no, that’s not right! He loosed the horn, which swung on its strap as he drew his axe from his belt. Only slightly losing his balance, the hero took aim and hurled his axe at the demon spawn, flying true toward its target. The clouds again covered the moon. Looking up the muddy path, Ragnar saw only darkness. The honking was quieter and farther off. He had driven the Troll Goose from his path – but at a cost. 
 
Ragnar searched for his axe in the dark, but found it not. The next day searches were made – before, during, and after the artisans breakfast and the prize court – but no trace of the axe was ever found. There was also no trace of blood, proving the Troll Goose was not of this world. Bjornlings speculated that it must have caught the hero’s weapon in midflight and borne it away. In later years the area would be searched many times, but the axe had vanished. 
 
The encounter with Axebeak entered into Bjornsborg legend and would occasionally crop up in song, story, and fireside jokes. 
 
This is as true a tale as Ragnar ever told, given to me by the skald himself many times by a fire over ale. 
 
==Notification to Ansteorra==
From gunnora at bga.com Thu Jan 2 17:12:03 1997 
From: gunnora at bga.com (Gunnora Hallakarva) 
Date: Thu, 2 Jan 1997 19:12:03 -0600 
Subject: A New Poet in Valhalla 
Message-ID: <199701030112.TAA25157@zoom.bga.com> 
 
I wish that I could wish all of you a happy new year, but alas it is not in me to do so. 
 
It is with the greatest of sorrow instead that I must tell you that the Allfather has chosen a new skald for his Hall, and so now Master Ragnar Ulfgarsson, Court Baron, OL, CIM, AST, ASCr, OUMB, AoA, LION OF ANSTEORRA has gone to sit at the right hand of Odinn. 
 
The mead bench where Bragi once sat is now the place of honor where Ragnar will surely spend many an age, telling tales, draining many a horn of the gods' famous mead, and listening to the einherjar ask him to tell them "Olaf's House" just one more time. 
 
While funeral services will be held on Saturday, January 4, 1997, the family has asked that attendance be limited. There will be a wake at noon on Saturday for Ragnar that will be open to all at Viscountess Constance St. Dunstan's, (Address redacted). 
 
Cards may be sent to Thordis (Melissa Snow) at (address redacted). The family would prefer donations or live plants over flowers. For details on such gifts, contact Master Cynric at (redacted). 
 
Oh, Ragnar, I can't even begin to imagine an event in Bjornsborg without you. 
 
In sorrow, 
 
::GUNNORA:: 
 

Gunnora Hallakarva
Herskerinde

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Brian MacGreggor

2026-08-24T17:41:46Z

Zubeydah: /* Mundane Information: */

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==Centurion Brian MacGreggor==
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====Additional Registered Heraldry:====
 

===Offices:===
 

===Persona History:===
Brian MacGreggor was born anno domine 1330 in the land of the western highlands known as Argyll, and like all those born into the knightly class was fostered into a knightly household at the tender age of 7.
 “A man’s first kingdom is the hearth of his father, though he is not meant to remain there forever.”
 Sent north as a page to the coast of Inverness he joined the house of the local Knight of Inverness (who’s name we’ve lost to history) where he learned not only martial skills, but history, philosophy, and the agricultural arts. For a man who does not assist in the care of his own lands is no man at all. He would serve as a squire in the campaigns against the dispossessed in the 1350s.
 “My first battle smelled not of glory, but of sweat, wet leather, and fear.”
 Taking service in the retinue of Bertrand du Gesclin, he earned a knighthood for his valor at the defense of Rennes(1356). Leading a sortie to burn English siege works. Riding with Du Guesclin when he defeated Charles the Bad of Navarre at Cocherel (1364), helping secure Normandy for Charles V.
 “The spurs were earned in a single day. Becoming worthy of wearing them has taken the rest of my life.”
 When Sir Bertrand answered the call of Henry of Trastámara, Brian crossed the Pyrenees with the Free Companies into Castile. There he learned enough Castilian to bargain for provisions, speak with local men-at-arms, and serve as interpreter between Scottish companions and the local levies.
 “Many men sought fame. Sir Bertrand sought victory. I chose to follow the wiser man.”
 When the war in Brittany had at last begun to quiet, Sir Bertrand du Guesclin accepted the summons of Henry of Trastámara, claimant to the throne of Castile. In the winter of 1366, Sir Brian MacGreggor crossed the Pyrenees among the Free Companies that followed the Breton captain into Spain.
 “Beyond the mountains lay another kingdom, another tongue, and another war. Men, however, proved much the same.”
 The land was unlike any he had known. The green glens of Scotland and the hedgerows of France gave way to dry plains, vineyards, and mountains bleached beneath an unforgiving sun. Yet the campaign prospered. Town after town declared for Henry, and before long Peter of Castile fled his kingdom.
 “We believed God had opened the road before us. We had yet to learn that He also tests those He favors.”
 The triumph proved short-lived.
 In the spring of 1367, Edward of Woodstock, the Black Prince, marched from Aquitaine at the head of an Anglo-Gascon host to restore Peter to his throne. The armies met near Nájera.
 Sir Brian rode with the French contingent under Sir Bertrand. The day began beneath clear skies, but by midday the field was thick with dust and arrows. The English advance drove hard into the Trastámaran lines. During the fighting Sir Brian’s horse was brought down beneath him, and as he struggled to regain his feet an English mace struck him in the small of his back. Though his coat of plates and mail prevented the blow from breaking the skin, they could not wholly turn its force. The strike left him grievously bruised and injured in the spine.
 “The English mace bent no plate that day, yet it changed the shape of every year that followed.”
 Though wounded, he continued the fight on foot until overwhelmed. Seeing the quality of his harness and the spurs upon his heels, English men-at-arms took him alive rather than slay him where he stood.
 He learned in captivity that Sir Bertrand himself had likewise been taken.
 Sir Brian remained a prisoner for several months while word was carried to France and Scotland. His ransom, gathered through the aid of his household, companions, and those loyal to Sir Bertrand, purchased his liberty. Though his wound healed, his back never wholly recovered, so that he walked with a slight stiffness and could no longer ride or fight for long hours without pain.
 “I discovered then that a knight’s greatest wealth is not his armor, but the friends willing to redeem him.”
 When Sir Bertrand was released, the old companions assembled once more. In 1368 they crossed again into Castile, determined to finish the work begun two years before.
 “The road back to Spain was harder than the road home, for this time I knew what awaited us.”
 Though Sir Brian had recovered sufficiently to ride and had equipped himself with a new charger, the injury to his back remained. Long hours in the saddle left him stiff, yet it did little to diminish his judgment or authority. Having earned Sir Bertrand’s confidence through years of campaigning in Brittany and Spain, he was increasingly entrusted with the command of dismounted men-at-arms—the mailed infantry who formed the steadfast heart of the army in battle.
 “Youth believes the horse wins battles. Experience teaches that steadfast men upon their feet decide kingdoms.”
 At Montiel, Sir Brian relinquished neither horse nor knightly station from necessity, but by design. Before the armies met, he delivered his charger to a squire and took his place on foot at the head of his company. Armed with long sword, dagger, and poleax, he commanded a block of armored men whose task was to hold the line, protect the banners, and advance with measured discipline wherever Sir Bertrand directed.
 “A captain rides to the field. He earns his name standing among his men.”
 Those who measured a knight only by the charge of his horse understood little of war. Sir Brian had learned at Nájera that victory belonged not merely to the boldest rider, but to the captain who knew when to fight from the saddle—and when to stand fast upon the earth.
 The campaign ended before the walls of Montiel in 1369.
 There the army of Henry trapped King Peter. Sir Brian fought through the long struggle outside the town, helping force the royal host back behind its defenses. In the days that followed, word spread through the camp that Peter had been lured into Sir Bertrand’s tent to bargain for escape. Instead he met Henry face to face, and in the struggle that followed the king was slain.
 “When kings fall, the bells ring. When soldiers fall, only God remembers every name.”
 

===Interests:===
Brian is interested in chivalric combat, poetry, cartography, and historical cooking. 
 

===Timeline of Activity:===
Began participating in Ansteorra in 2013. 
 

====Prior Groups:====
* Canton of [[Glaslyn]].
 

===Populace Provided Information:===
 

===Notable Contributions or Accomplishments:===
* [[Glaslyn]] Defender of the Flame 2015. 
* Competed in the 2015 Tournament of Champions. 
* Co-Cartographer of the illuminated kingdom map in Royal ownership. 
 

====Non-Armigerous Awards and Recognitions:====
 

===Affiliations:===
* Husband to [[Yeva MacGreggor]].
* Student to Master [[Airaklee Wolf]].
 

===Mundane Information:===
[[File:Sable shield.png|200px|thumb|left|Bearer of the Sable Shield of Ansteorra]][[Category:Sable Shield]]
Brian is a US Army National Guard officer, football coach and history teacher in mundane life.
 

====Special Needs:====
 

====In Case of Court:====
 

[[Category:Centurions]]
[[Category:People]]
[[Category:Persona Stories]]
[[Category:Seawinds]]

Brian MacGreggor

2026-08-24T17:37:07Z

Zubeydah: /* Timeline of Activity: */

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==Centurion Brian MacGreggor==
Previously Known As: 
Nickname(s): 
Pronouns: 
 

====Additional Registered Heraldry:====
 

===Offices:===
 

===Persona History:===
Brian MacGreggor was born anno domine 1330 in the land of the western highlands known as Argyll, and like all those born into the knightly class was fostered into a knightly household at the tender age of 7.
 “A man’s first kingdom is the hearth of his father, though he is not meant to remain there forever.”
 Sent north as a page to the coast of Inverness he joined the house of the local Knight of Inverness (who’s name we’ve lost to history) where he learned not only martial skills, but history, philosophy, and the agricultural arts. For a man who does not assist in the care of his own lands is no man at all. He would serve as a squire in the campaigns against the dispossessed in the 1350s.
 “My first battle smelled not of glory, but of sweat, wet leather, and fear.”
 Taking service in the retinue of Bertrand du Gesclin, he earned a knighthood for his valor at the defense of Rennes(1356). Leading a sortie to burn English siege works. Riding with Du Guesclin when he defeated Charles the Bad of Navarre at Cocherel (1364), helping secure Normandy for Charles V.
 “The spurs were earned in a single day. Becoming worthy of wearing them has taken the rest of my life.”
 When Sir Bertrand answered the call of Henry of Trastámara, Brian crossed the Pyrenees with the Free Companies into Castile. There he learned enough Castilian to bargain for provisions, speak with local men-at-arms, and serve as interpreter between Scottish companions and the local levies.
 “Many men sought fame. Sir Bertrand sought victory. I chose to follow the wiser man.”
 When the war in Brittany had at last begun to quiet, Sir Bertrand du Guesclin accepted the summons of Henry of Trastámara, claimant to the throne of Castile. In the winter of 1366, Sir Brian MacGreggor crossed the Pyrenees among the Free Companies that followed the Breton captain into Spain.
 “Beyond the mountains lay another kingdom, another tongue, and another war. Men, however, proved much the same.”
 The land was unlike any he had known. The green glens of Scotland and the hedgerows of France gave way to dry plains, vineyards, and mountains bleached beneath an unforgiving sun. Yet the campaign prospered. Town after town declared for Henry, and before long Peter of Castile fled his kingdom.
 “We believed God had opened the road before us. We had yet to learn that He also tests those He favors.”
 The triumph proved short-lived.
 In the spring of 1367, Edward of Woodstock, the Black Prince, marched from Aquitaine at the head of an Anglo-Gascon host to restore Peter to his throne. The armies met near Nájera.
 Sir Brian rode with the French contingent under Sir Bertrand. The day began beneath clear skies, but by midday the field was thick with dust and arrows. The English advance drove hard into the Trastámaran lines. During the fighting Sir Brian’s horse was brought down beneath him, and as he struggled to regain his feet an English mace struck him in the small of his back. Though his coat of plates and mail prevented the blow from breaking the skin, they could not wholly turn its force. The strike left him grievously bruised and injured in the spine.
 “The English mace bent no plate that day, yet it changed the shape of every year that followed.”
 Though wounded, he continued the fight on foot until overwhelmed. Seeing the quality of his harness and the spurs upon his heels, English men-at-arms took him alive rather than slay him where he stood.
 He learned in captivity that Sir Bertrand himself had likewise been taken.
 Sir Brian remained a prisoner for several months while word was carried to France and Scotland. His ransom, gathered through the aid of his household, companions, and those loyal to Sir Bertrand, purchased his liberty. Though his wound healed, his back never wholly recovered, so that he walked with a slight stiffness and could no longer ride or fight for long hours without pain.
 “I discovered then that a knight’s greatest wealth is not his armor, but the friends willing to redeem him.”
 When Sir Bertrand was released, the old companions assembled once more. In 1368 they crossed again into Castile, determined to finish the work begun two years before.
 “The road back to Spain was harder than the road home, for this time I knew what awaited us.”
 Though Sir Brian had recovered sufficiently to ride and had equipped himself with a new charger, the injury to his back remained. Long hours in the saddle left him stiff, yet it did little to diminish his judgment or authority. Having earned Sir Bertrand’s confidence through years of campaigning in Brittany and Spain, he was increasingly entrusted with the command of dismounted men-at-arms—the mailed infantry who formed the steadfast heart of the army in battle.
 “Youth believes the horse wins battles. Experience teaches that steadfast men upon their feet decide kingdoms.”
 At Montiel, Sir Brian relinquished neither horse nor knightly station from necessity, but by design. Before the armies met, he delivered his charger to a squire and took his place on foot at the head of his company. Armed with long sword, dagger, and poleax, he commanded a block of armored men whose task was to hold the line, protect the banners, and advance with measured discipline wherever Sir Bertrand directed.
 “A captain rides to the field. He earns his name standing among his men.”
 Those who measured a knight only by the charge of his horse understood little of war. Sir Brian had learned at Nájera that victory belonged not merely to the boldest rider, but to the captain who knew when to fight from the saddle—and when to stand fast upon the earth.
 The campaign ended before the walls of Montiel in 1369.
 There the army of Henry trapped King Peter. Sir Brian fought through the long struggle outside the town, helping force the royal host back behind its defenses. In the days that followed, word spread through the camp that Peter had been lured into Sir Bertrand’s tent to bargain for escape. Instead he met Henry face to face, and in the struggle that followed the king was slain.
 “When kings fall, the bells ring. When soldiers fall, only God remembers every name.”
 

===Interests:===
Brian is interested in chivalric combat, poetry, cartography, and historical cooking. 
 

===Timeline of Activity:===
Began participating in Ansteorra in 2013. 
 

====Prior Groups:====
* Canton of [[Glaslyn]].
 

===Populace Provided Information:===
 

===Notable Contributions or Accomplishments:===
* [[Glaslyn]] Defender of the Flame 2015. 
* Competed in the 2015 Tournament of Champions. 
* Co-Cartographer of the illuminated kingdom map in Royal ownership. 
 

====Non-Armigerous Awards and Recognitions:====
 

===Affiliations:===
* Husband to [[Yeva MacGreggor]].
* Student to Master [[Airaklee Wolf]].
 

===Mundane Information:===
Brian is a football coach and history teacher in mundane life.
 

====Special Needs:====
 

====In Case of Court:====
 

[[Category:Centurions]]
[[Category:People]]
[[Category:Persona Stories]]
[[Category:Seawinds]]

Brian MacGreggor

2026-08-24T17:36:59Z

Zubeydah: /* Interests: */

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==Centurion Brian MacGreggor==
Previously Known As: 
Nickname(s): 
Pronouns: 
 

====Additional Registered Heraldry:====
 

===Offices:===
 

===Persona History:===
Brian MacGreggor was born anno domine 1330 in the land of the western highlands known as Argyll, and like all those born into the knightly class was fostered into a knightly household at the tender age of 7.
 “A man’s first kingdom is the hearth of his father, though he is not meant to remain there forever.”
 Sent north as a page to the coast of Inverness he joined the house of the local Knight of Inverness (who’s name we’ve lost to history) where he learned not only martial skills, but history, philosophy, and the agricultural arts. For a man who does not assist in the care of his own lands is no man at all. He would serve as a squire in the campaigns against the dispossessed in the 1350s.
 “My first battle smelled not of glory, but of sweat, wet leather, and fear.”
 Taking service in the retinue of Bertrand du Gesclin, he earned a knighthood for his valor at the defense of Rennes(1356). Leading a sortie to burn English siege works. Riding with Du Guesclin when he defeated Charles the Bad of Navarre at Cocherel (1364), helping secure Normandy for Charles V.
 “The spurs were earned in a single day. Becoming worthy of wearing them has taken the rest of my life.”
 When Sir Bertrand answered the call of Henry of Trastámara, Brian crossed the Pyrenees with the Free Companies into Castile. There he learned enough Castilian to bargain for provisions, speak with local men-at-arms, and serve as interpreter between Scottish companions and the local levies.
 “Many men sought fame. Sir Bertrand sought victory. I chose to follow the wiser man.”
 When the war in Brittany had at last begun to quiet, Sir Bertrand du Guesclin accepted the summons of Henry of Trastámara, claimant to the throne of Castile. In the winter of 1366, Sir Brian MacGreggor crossed the Pyrenees among the Free Companies that followed the Breton captain into Spain.
 “Beyond the mountains lay another kingdom, another tongue, and another war. Men, however, proved much the same.”
 The land was unlike any he had known. The green glens of Scotland and the hedgerows of France gave way to dry plains, vineyards, and mountains bleached beneath an unforgiving sun. Yet the campaign prospered. Town after town declared for Henry, and before long Peter of Castile fled his kingdom.
 “We believed God had opened the road before us. We had yet to learn that He also tests those He favors.”
 The triumph proved short-lived.
 In the spring of 1367, Edward of Woodstock, the Black Prince, marched from Aquitaine at the head of an Anglo-Gascon host to restore Peter to his throne. The armies met near Nájera.
 Sir Brian rode with the French contingent under Sir Bertrand. The day began beneath clear skies, but by midday the field was thick with dust and arrows. The English advance drove hard into the Trastámaran lines. During the fighting Sir Brian’s horse was brought down beneath him, and as he struggled to regain his feet an English mace struck him in the small of his back. Though his coat of plates and mail prevented the blow from breaking the skin, they could not wholly turn its force. The strike left him grievously bruised and injured in the spine.
 “The English mace bent no plate that day, yet it changed the shape of every year that followed.”
 Though wounded, he continued the fight on foot until overwhelmed. Seeing the quality of his harness and the spurs upon his heels, English men-at-arms took him alive rather than slay him where he stood.
 He learned in captivity that Sir Bertrand himself had likewise been taken.
 Sir Brian remained a prisoner for several months while word was carried to France and Scotland. His ransom, gathered through the aid of his household, companions, and those loyal to Sir Bertrand, purchased his liberty. Though his wound healed, his back never wholly recovered, so that he walked with a slight stiffness and could no longer ride or fight for long hours without pain.
 “I discovered then that a knight’s greatest wealth is not his armor, but the friends willing to redeem him.”
 When Sir Bertrand was released, the old companions assembled once more. In 1368 they crossed again into Castile, determined to finish the work begun two years before.
 “The road back to Spain was harder than the road home, for this time I knew what awaited us.”
 Though Sir Brian had recovered sufficiently to ride and had equipped himself with a new charger, the injury to his back remained. Long hours in the saddle left him stiff, yet it did little to diminish his judgment or authority. Having earned Sir Bertrand’s confidence through years of campaigning in Brittany and Spain, he was increasingly entrusted with the command of dismounted men-at-arms—the mailed infantry who formed the steadfast heart of the army in battle.
 “Youth believes the horse wins battles. Experience teaches that steadfast men upon their feet decide kingdoms.”
 At Montiel, Sir Brian relinquished neither horse nor knightly station from necessity, but by design. Before the armies met, he delivered his charger to a squire and took his place on foot at the head of his company. Armed with long sword, dagger, and poleax, he commanded a block of armored men whose task was to hold the line, protect the banners, and advance with measured discipline wherever Sir Bertrand directed.
 “A captain rides to the field. He earns his name standing among his men.”
 Those who measured a knight only by the charge of his horse understood little of war. Sir Brian had learned at Nájera that victory belonged not merely to the boldest rider, but to the captain who knew when to fight from the saddle—and when to stand fast upon the earth.
 The campaign ended before the walls of Montiel in 1369.
 There the army of Henry trapped King Peter. Sir Brian fought through the long struggle outside the town, helping force the royal host back behind its defenses. In the days that followed, word spread through the camp that Peter had been lured into Sir Bertrand’s tent to bargain for escape. Instead he met Henry face to face, and in the struggle that followed the king was slain.
 “When kings fall, the bells ring. When soldiers fall, only God remembers every name.”
 

===Interests:===
Brian is interested in chivalric combat, poetry, cartography, and historical cooking. 
 

===Timeline of Activity:===
Began participating in Ansteorra in 2013.
 

====Prior Groups:====
* Canton of [[Glaslyn]].
 

===Populace Provided Information:===
 

===Notable Contributions or Accomplishments:===
* [[Glaslyn]] Defender of the Flame 2015. 
* Competed in the 2015 Tournament of Champions. 
* Co-Cartographer of the illuminated kingdom map in Royal ownership. 
 

====Non-Armigerous Awards and Recognitions:====
 

===Affiliations:===
* Husband to [[Yeva MacGreggor]].
* Student to Master [[Airaklee Wolf]].
 

===Mundane Information:===
Brian is a football coach and history teacher in mundane life.
 

====Special Needs:====
 

====In Case of Court:====
 

[[Category:Centurions]]
[[Category:People]]
[[Category:Persona Stories]]
[[Category:Seawinds]]

Brian MacGreggor

2026-08-24T17:36:20Z

Zubeydah: /* Persona History: */

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==Centurion Brian MacGreggor==
Previously Known As: 
Nickname(s): 
Pronouns: 
 

====Additional Registered Heraldry:====
 

===Offices:===
 

===Persona History:===
Brian MacGreggor was born anno domine 1330 in the land of the western highlands known as Argyll, and like all those born into the knightly class was fostered into a knightly household at the tender age of 7.
 “A man’s first kingdom is the hearth of his father, though he is not meant to remain there forever.”
 Sent north as a page to the coast of Inverness he joined the house of the local Knight of Inverness (who’s name we’ve lost to history) where he learned not only martial skills, but history, philosophy, and the agricultural arts. For a man who does not assist in the care of his own lands is no man at all. He would serve as a squire in the campaigns against the dispossessed in the 1350s.
 “My first battle smelled not of glory, but of sweat, wet leather, and fear.”
 Taking service in the retinue of Bertrand du Gesclin, he earned a knighthood for his valor at the defense of Rennes(1356). Leading a sortie to burn English siege works. Riding with Du Guesclin when he defeated Charles the Bad of Navarre at Cocherel (1364), helping secure Normandy for Charles V.
 “The spurs were earned in a single day. Becoming worthy of wearing them has taken the rest of my life.”
 When Sir Bertrand answered the call of Henry of Trastámara, Brian crossed the Pyrenees with the Free Companies into Castile. There he learned enough Castilian to bargain for provisions, speak with local men-at-arms, and serve as interpreter between Scottish companions and the local levies.
 “Many men sought fame. Sir Bertrand sought victory. I chose to follow the wiser man.”
 When the war in Brittany had at last begun to quiet, Sir Bertrand du Guesclin accepted the summons of Henry of Trastámara, claimant to the throne of Castile. In the winter of 1366, Sir Brian MacGreggor crossed the Pyrenees among the Free Companies that followed the Breton captain into Spain.
 “Beyond the mountains lay another kingdom, another tongue, and another war. Men, however, proved much the same.”
 The land was unlike any he had known. The green glens of Scotland and the hedgerows of France gave way to dry plains, vineyards, and mountains bleached beneath an unforgiving sun. Yet the campaign prospered. Town after town declared for Henry, and before long Peter of Castile fled his kingdom.
 “We believed God had opened the road before us. We had yet to learn that He also tests those He favors.”
 The triumph proved short-lived.
 In the spring of 1367, Edward of Woodstock, the Black Prince, marched from Aquitaine at the head of an Anglo-Gascon host to restore Peter to his throne. The armies met near Nájera.
 Sir Brian rode with the French contingent under Sir Bertrand. The day began beneath clear skies, but by midday the field was thick with dust and arrows. The English advance drove hard into the Trastámaran lines. During the fighting Sir Brian’s horse was brought down beneath him, and as he struggled to regain his feet an English mace struck him in the small of his back. Though his coat of plates and mail prevented the blow from breaking the skin, they could not wholly turn its force. The strike left him grievously bruised and injured in the spine.
 “The English mace bent no plate that day, yet it changed the shape of every year that followed.”
 Though wounded, he continued the fight on foot until overwhelmed. Seeing the quality of his harness and the spurs upon his heels, English men-at-arms took him alive rather than slay him where he stood.
 He learned in captivity that Sir Bertrand himself had likewise been taken.
 Sir Brian remained a prisoner for several months while word was carried to France and Scotland. His ransom, gathered through the aid of his household, companions, and those loyal to Sir Bertrand, purchased his liberty. Though his wound healed, his back never wholly recovered, so that he walked with a slight stiffness and could no longer ride or fight for long hours without pain.
 “I discovered then that a knight’s greatest wealth is not his armor, but the friends willing to redeem him.”
 When Sir Bertrand was released, the old companions assembled once more. In 1368 they crossed again into Castile, determined to finish the work begun two years before.
 “The road back to Spain was harder than the road home, for this time I knew what awaited us.”
 Though Sir Brian had recovered sufficiently to ride and had equipped himself with a new charger, the injury to his back remained. Long hours in the saddle left him stiff, yet it did little to diminish his judgment or authority. Having earned Sir Bertrand’s confidence through years of campaigning in Brittany and Spain, he was increasingly entrusted with the command of dismounted men-at-arms—the mailed infantry who formed the steadfast heart of the army in battle.
 “Youth believes the horse wins battles. Experience teaches that steadfast men upon their feet decide kingdoms.”
 At Montiel, Sir Brian relinquished neither horse nor knightly station from necessity, but by design. Before the armies met, he delivered his charger to a squire and took his place on foot at the head of his company. Armed with long sword, dagger, and poleax, he commanded a block of armored men whose task was to hold the line, protect the banners, and advance with measured discipline wherever Sir Bertrand directed.
 “A captain rides to the field. He earns his name standing among his men.”
 Those who measured a knight only by the charge of his horse understood little of war. Sir Brian had learned at Nájera that victory belonged not merely to the boldest rider, but to the captain who knew when to fight from the saddle—and when to stand fast upon the earth.
 The campaign ended before the walls of Montiel in 1369.
 There the army of Henry trapped King Peter. Sir Brian fought through the long struggle outside the town, helping force the royal host back behind its defenses. In the days that followed, word spread through the camp that Peter had been lured into Sir Bertrand’s tent to bargain for escape. Instead he met Henry face to face, and in the struggle that followed the king was slain.
 “When kings fall, the bells ring. When soldiers fall, only God remembers every name.”
 

===Interests:===
Brian is interested in chivalric combat, poetry, cartography, and historical cooking.
 

===Timeline of Activity:===
Began participating in Ansteorra in 2013.
 

====Prior Groups:====
* Canton of [[Glaslyn]].
 

===Populace Provided Information:===
 

===Notable Contributions or Accomplishments:===
* [[Glaslyn]] Defender of the Flame 2015. 
* Competed in the 2015 Tournament of Champions. 
* Co-Cartographer of the illuminated kingdom map in Royal ownership. 
 

====Non-Armigerous Awards and Recognitions:====
 

===Affiliations:===
* Husband to [[Yeva MacGreggor]].
* Student to Master [[Airaklee Wolf]].
 

===Mundane Information:===
Brian is a football coach and history teacher in mundane life.
 

====Special Needs:====
 

====In Case of Court:====
 

[[Category:Centurions]]
[[Category:People]]
[[Category:Persona Stories]]
[[Category:Seawinds]]

File:Brian MacGreggor - Device.jpeg

2026-08-24T17:34:46Z

Zubeydah:

File:Brian MacGreggor - Portrait.jpeg

2026-08-24T17:34:07Z

Zubeydah:

Elise Green

2026-08-24T17:07:53Z

Zubeydah:

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==Lady Elise Green==
Previously Known As: 
Nickname(s): 
Pronouns: She/They 
 

====Additional Registered Heraldry:====
 

===Offices:===
* Local Offices Held
**

* Regional Offices Held
**

* Kingdom Offices Held
**
 

===Persona History:===
 

===Interests:===
* Combat and Target Archery
* Clothing construction/sewing
* Inkle Weaving
 

===Timeline of Activity:===
* 2022: My first event was a double dip across Memorial Day weekend, heading down to [[Steppes]] for Warlord, where I watched [[Micauley Morison|Micauley]] fight in a tournament and get a concussion, almost dropped Count [[Floki Gierrekkson]]'s helmet the first time I ever met him. Then, after meeting a bunch of cool people and breaking my car's trunk (Three Centurions and [[Margery Heron]] ratchetted it closed), Micauley and I traveled up to Vatavia to take in the rest of their Valor event. I've been hooked ever since! After [[Micauley Morison]] and [[Caterina Giovanni di Gilead|Caterina Giovanni]] won the [[3rd Vindheim Coronet]], I served the Principality in several entourage shifts and attended as many events as I could.
* 2023: I attended Provincial Games, where I explored combat archery, and also made it to Gulf Wars, Diamond Wars, Crown Tournament and Coronation, wInterKingdom, King's College and more!
 

====Prior Groups:====
 

===Populace Provided Information:===
===[[Decimus Cornelius Scaevus]]===
In the ravine, where the forces of Ansteorra and Trimaris clashed, there was an especially dangerous foe who struck down many an Ansteorran. I knew there was only one person I could trust to slay this terror - [[Elise Green]] of the [[The Free Company of the Golden Wheat|Free Company]]. I frantically searched for her! Upon reaching her, we quickly made our way back to the front line where I pointed out the monster ravaging our forces, his head adorned with a golden crest. Elise took aim with grim determination and deadly accuracy. She loosed her bolt and it struck true, right in his heart, ending his rampage.
 

===Notable Contributions or Accomplishments:===
 

====Non-Armigerous Awards and Recognitions:====
 

===Affiliations:===
* Partner of [[Micauley Morison]]
* Member, [[The Free Company]]
 

===Mundane Information:===
 

====Special Needs:====
 

====In Case of Court:====
 

[[Category:Free Company]]
[[Category:Northkeep]]
[[Category:People]]
[[Category:People of Vindheim]]
[[Category:Pride]]

File:Elise Green - Device.jpeg

2026-08-24T17:07:34Z

Zubeydah:

Stefania Pane

2026-08-24T17:04:07Z

Zubeydah: Stefania Pane

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==Lady Stefania Pane==
Previously Known As: 
Nickname(s): 
Pronouns: 
 

====Additional Registered Heraldry:====
 

===Offices:===
* Local Offices Held
** Elfsea Youth & Family officer: 07/2023 to 02/2025
** Steppes Hospitaler: 11/2020 to 09/2022
** Elfsea Hospitaler: 09/2022 to 07/2023

* Regional Offices Held
** Central Region Youth & Family officer: 08/2023 to 08/2025

* Kingdom Offices Held
** Sable Crane Pursuviant: 05/2024 to 02/2026
 

===Persona History:===
 

===Interests:===
 

===Timeline of Activity:===
 

====Prior Groups:====
 

===Populace Provided Information:===
 

===Notable Contributions or Accomplishments:===
* Youth Activities Coordinator, Steppes Warlord 2023
* Event Steward, Fan Expo 2022
* Event Steward, Steppes Warlord 2022
* Event Steward, Kingdom Aarts & Sciences 2022
* Event Steward, Fan Expo 2021
 

====Non-Armigerous Awards and Recognitions:====
 

===Affiliations:===
 

===Mundane Information:===
 

====Special Needs:====
 

====In Case of Court:====
 

[[Category:People]]
[[Category:Elfsea]]

Kingdom Treasures

2026-08-23T23:18:53Z

Zubeydah: added image from crown inventory 1981

[[File:Crown Regalia - February 1981.JPG|200px|thumb|right|Crown Inventory, February 1981]]

The long and storied history of Ansteorra has provided a fertile field for the many artists who have created works that have become a part of Ansteorra's rich traditions.

==The Thrones==
<gallery caption="Thrones of Ansteorra" widths="200px">
image:First-thrones.jpg|The Leather Thrones
image:Gothic Thrones.jpg|The Gothic Thrones
image:Double-Arch Thrones.jpg|The Double-Arch Thrones, with kneeling pillows made by Adrian McRae (2017)
image:Travelling Chairs by Hugh.jpg|Traveling Chairs, made by HL Hugh of Calontir
</gallery>

Ansteorra has had several sets of thrones: 
* An early set, used since the days of principality, was made of a dark stained wood, and had a tiered, crenellated back, with a gold cushion. They were made of what amounted to 2x4 lumber, and each came in four pieces. They were connected using standard pinned door hinges. They can be seen still in use in photos of our [[5th Crown]], [[Finn Kelly O'Donnell]] and Elzasif Ironhand, and in in the background of this photo from the [[9th Crown]].
* One set had high, rigid backs, cushioned in yellow velvet, with a black star at the central back. They did not break down in any fashion, which made them difficult to transport or store. These thrones may have ''"been bought from a Knights of Columbus hall, taken apart, stripped, stained, and re-upholstered, then donated by the Shire of [[Gwyndebourne]]. I believe they were donated for the elevation of TRH Sir Randall von Nordlichwald and Constance Saint Dunstan. These thrones were already in use when Tessa and Simonn became the Royal Prince and Princess of our young and fair Principality of Ansteorra."'' (As provided by Xene Therian) Tessa further recalls that these were stored at her home while she was Princess, and it was very touching to sit upon them again when she became Queen of Ansteorra. These are believed to be in the possession of [[6th Crown|Lloyd von Eaker]].
* '''The Leather Thrones:''' These thrones, pictured far left above, were rigid backed chairs with arching leather upholstery. They were on display at the Ansteorra Argent Anniversary. Their dates of use are unknown.
* The Crimson Velvet Thrones: These thrones were made of a dark wood, and had lower, squared backs with a row of seven quatrefoils across the tops. Semi-Circular legs supported wide seats, with arms, seat and back cushioned in plush velvet edged with gold. They can be seen in photos of our [[21st Crown]].
* '''The Gothic Thrones''': These thrones were made of a dark wood, and had upraised, rectangular backs with a row of seven quatrefoils across the tops. Above the quatrefoils were scrollwork supported escutcheons painted with the the King's and Queen's insignia. Arched needlepoint pillows rested in shaped gothic arches. The arms were cushioned in gold-edged black velvet, which matched the seat cushions. The feet of the throne were lion's paws. They can be seen in photos of our [[40th Crown]]. Upon decommissioning, these thrones went into the custody of the Barony of [[Wiesenfeuer]]. When Covid-19 caused logistical nightmares for our [[83rd Crown]], with the kind consent of [[Wiesenfeuer]], their Majesties were permitted use of the Gothic Thrones.
* '''The Double-Arched Thrones''': These thrones bore two golden gothic arches, and were cushioned in a crimson and gold brocade. Above the arches were an escutcheon bearing the King and Queen's shield. Twin pillars rose from each side of the throne, and were capped with a golden ball.
* The current set of thrones were created by [[Alejandro Ramirez Mendoza]].
 

===Traveling Chairs===
* A lovely pair of foldable chairs was made for the Crown by HL Hugh de Puy of Calontir. They were presented by TRMs Calontir to the Ansteorran Crown on January 19, 2013. They are made of walnut, and are based on a modified Glastonbury chair design. They took Honorable Lord Hugh approximately 40 hours for the pair of chairs, and another five hours for bags to contain them. He was inspired to make them, when he witnessed Their Royal Majesties [[Jean Paul de Sens|Jean-Paul]] and [[Gilyan Alienora of Clonmacnoise|Gilyan]] having to sit on borrowed chairs at an event in Calontir that they attended.
 

==The Crowns==
===Principality Crowns===
The first set of crowns used by the Principality of Ansteora (spelled with one R back then) were actually theater props. 

====The Gwilym Crowns: 1977====
These crowns were crafted by Master Gwilym y Fferill o Caer Lleuad. They started use during the Principality days, and continued into our Kingdom days. They were the first set of coronets made for the purpose of the Principality's use. For many years, they were the oldest regalia in continual use. They were lost following a display at the kingdom's 15th year anniversary celebration held in [[Elfsea]] in July 1994. It is believed they had fallen out of use prior to that time as they had become quite fragile. Additionally, they ended up having the backs cut and laced together, which made them unstable and ultimately led to their usage stopping.
 

====The Onyx Cabochon Crowns====
The last set of crowns used by the Principality were circlets rising to a graceful point in the front, set with a central onyx cabochon, surrounded by five smaller cabochons. After Ansteorra became a kingdom, these continued to be used as Royal crowns.
 

===Kingdom Crowns===
====The Brass Star Crowns====
Made by [[3rd Crown|Jan w Orzeldom]], approximately 1980. The design of these crowns were circlets with upraised 10 pointed stars. Made of brass, the points of the stars retained their sharpness, which made wearing or maintaining them a physical challenge. This may have been one of the reasons they were only used for a few reigns. Per [[Alisandre Oliphant]]: ''"The crowns that Gwilim made were not adjustable, and were made for a larger head than Jan's - so when Jan became Crown, he wanted one that would fit him comfortably (they were also heavy). He made the "spiky crowns," kind of quickly, to have something to wear that fit him. It was done in a hurry - Jan designed and made it, and Godwyn Alfricsson helped with the silver soldering. Jan says that his squire [[Riccardo di Pisa]] had many poked fingers keeping them polished during his reign. They weren't meant to be forever, just something that fit Jan better, but Sigmund followed him on the throne and he did wear it. Not for long, though, because it wasn't thick brass and because Sigmund's head was larger, it tended to make the stars tilt inward."'' 
They were worn by [[2nd Crown|Lloyd and Joselyn]], [[3rd Crown|Jan w Orzeldom]], and [[4th Crown|Sigmund the Wingfooted and Sieglinda Syr]], and can be seen in private collection photographs from that time. 
[[Galen of Bristol]] shared the following story about the Brass Star crowns: ''"Sigmund tells a story about attending a young lady who'd fainted from the heat, and nearly dropping that crown onto her face; he caught it just in time. I heard the same story from the lady herself, who woke up just in time to see it fall towards her. Sigmund told me that if he hadn't caught it, the last thing she'd have seen in her life "would have been a fat monarch.""''
 

====The Dinar/Early Period Crowns====
[[File:Wonder Woman Crowns 1980s.jpg|200px|thumb|left|The Dinar Crowns Photo by Richard Threlkeld Ansteorra XXX Museum]]These crowns, crafted by Count [[Dinaris the Wanderer]] ([http://heraldry.ansteorra.org/OP/op-names.php?search=Dinaris%20the%20Wanderer&id=1407 OP]), were brass circlets that rose to four equidistant points, with black stars seated under each point, nearly flush with the band. It is believed that they were in use by our [[10th Crown]], Inman MacMoore and Arrowyn of Emerald Moor. They were displayed at the Ansteorra XXX museum, but have not been in general use for several decades (since the late 1980s, early 1990s).
 

====The Imperial Crowns: 1992====
[[File:Imperial Crown Queen.jpg|200px|thumb|right|Queen's Imperial Crown by Malakai & Elric Dracwin]]
As provided by [[Elric Dracwin]], August 19, 2018: 
''In a 1988 Black Star there was a small ad asking artisans to submit designs for new Ansteorran crowns. My brother, HL [[Malaki Dracwin]], is an extremely talented artist and I goaded him into designing and drawing a pair. He did all the research and artistic design work and we sent them to the Seneschal. At the 1989 Steppes Warlord (at the old Camp Burnett site in Southlake) the King, Kingdom Seneschal, and a couple of others approached us. We were told Malaki's design had been selected. They wanted to know how much they would cost and how long it would take to build them.'' 
''Maybe we were naive but we didn't expect to be building them. Malaki told me that he designed them but I had to engineer their construction. I had taken a jewelry fabrication class in college and taught what I knew. They took about 3 years to complete. Our household sisters, Mistress Ceridwen Tir Gwstriff and Lady Evonne of Wizard's Keep, created custom pillows for the crowns with the embroidered arms of the King and Queen on a raised centering oval. Master Edward d'Orleans crafted a custom box for each crown with internal bracing to hold them securely.'' 
''The crowns were finished and presented to the kingdom at the 1992 summer coronation between the stepping down of Patrick Michael / Julia and the stepping up of William (Bear) / Catherine. Malaki the Magician and I presented empty boxes. Put components of the crowns in: metal, stones, loose pearls, etc. Magic wands were waived, fire/smoke belched forth, and the boxes were opened to find the new crowns within. [[27th Crown|William and Catherine]] were crowned with them in the following stepping up court.'' 
''The crowns have 5 points, with removable imperial arches for a more / less formal option lined up behind the points. Each of the points had a large Ansteorran mullet of inlaid jet under it. A row of individually mounted pearls ran along the rolled edge of the peaks and valleys. Under the pearls were branches of inlaid malachite laurel leaves. The Queen's crown had inlaid jet Tudor roses interspersed in the laurels. Each point was topped with a large pearl. The band at the bottom of the crown had two rows of pearls. The imperial arches had several large pearls running up their centers. There were over 200 pearls on each crown. Where the arches met, a twisted brass laurel tree sprouted. It divided to form a circle within which was a large obsidian Ansteorran mullet held at each point by the ends of two brass branches. The two obsidian mullets were from one piece that had been split/cut into two nearly identical pieces resulting in nearly identical banding between the King's and Queen's crowns.'' 
This set of crowns was only used by the King and Queen; there was not a corresponding Heirs set.
 

====The Early Period Crowns, Mark II====
[[File:Early Period Crown II.jpg|200px|thumb|right|The Early Period Crowns, Mark II]]
Based on an earlier crown created by Count Dinaris the Wanderer, these crowns were simple circlets that rise to a single high point in the front, with three lower points at each cardinal. They are adorned with a black Ansteorran Star at each point, which protrudes from the band. As of 2018, they are still in use.
 

====The Fleur de Lys Crowns: 1999====
The Fleur de Lys crowns were designed by [[40th Crown|Sara Penrose and Gunthar Jonsson]]. [[Cassius Domitus Lepus]] was commissioned to build them, and received additional assistance from Mistress Anastacia Marie Travarra and Master Tarl Godric the Brokentoe, who assisted with elements such as wire bending, rivet-making, and "helping keep Cassius motivated." The crowns were delivered at Gunthar and Sara's stepping-down, and they were able to wear them for "one whole court." The original crowns had pearl ornamentation, but the pearls were removed or lost during a cleaning. They can be seen in photos of [[41st Crown|Daffydd Whitaker and Octavia de Verdun]]'s coronation. The Fleur Crowns have been used for several coronations, including our [[80th Crown|Miguel Sebastian de Oporto III and Conal Alexandria O'Riordain III]]. Of these crowns, Her Grace [[Gilyan Alienora of Clonmacnoise]] has said, ''"I have fond memories of sitting in front of the TV on Thursday or Sunday nights with these crowns. A towel, q-tips, toothpicks, a sharpie, and several shows later the crowns would be cleaned, polished, and re-blackened."''
 

====The DarkRidge Crowns: 2009====
[[File:Darkridge Crown.jpg|200px|thumb|left|A Darkridge Crown]]With the consent of the seated Crown, [[62nd Crown|Owen ap Aeddan and Genevria di Betto di Adriano]], [[63rd Crown|Jean Paul de Sens and Gilyan Alienora of Clonmacnoise]] sent out a request for bids to several artists while they were Prince and Princess. Two artists responded, and Dark Ridge Jewels was selected as the craftsperson. (Their bid was for the pair of Crowns and pair of Coronets. All 4 together cost $3000.00) The crown design was a collaboration by multiple artists and Royalty, including but not limited to [[Cassius Domitus Lepus]], [[Kajira Camber]], and [[Michelle Chantal de Charente]], and included silver, bronze, garnets and Black Star Diopside cabochons. They were crafted by Mistress Lailin Uhthala Darkridge, of [https://www.facebook.com/Darkridge-Jewels-192190254250680 Darkridge Jewels] The Queen's crown is ornamented with roses on the hinge pins, and the King's crown has lion's head hinge pins. The first time they saw use was during the step down court for [[63rd Crown|Jean Paul de Sens and Gilyan Alienora of Clonmacnoise]]. They were in periodic use by the 63rd through 71st Crowns. The first Royal Couple to use them for their Coronation/stepping up was [[67th Crown|Hrafn Olafsson and Elizabeta di Valore della Rosa]], and this can be seen in the photo on their Reign page. The following Crown, [[68th Crown|Jean Paul de Sens and Gilyan Alienora of Clonmacnoise]], also used them for Coronation. The crowns were retired for a time, due to the fragility of the hinge construction and other complications. It is believed that [[Sara Penrose]] is working on repairs to them. For In-Progress photos of these crowns, please visit the DarkRidge Jewels Facebook Album, [https://www.facebook.com/pg/Darkridge-Jewels-192190254250680/photos/?tab=album&album_id=806171529519213 Ansteorra Crowns].
 

====The Ugo Serrano Crowns====
[[File:Ugo Serrano Crowns.jpg|200px|thumb|right|The Ugo Serrano Crowns]]
Made by world renowned artist Ugo Serrano, these crowns for the King and Queen were commissioned in 2015. They were in the Crown budget during the reign of [[72nd Crown|Lochlan Dunn and Michelle Chantal de Charente]], and a call for bids and budgeting information was published in the [[Black Star]] at that time. From the bids received, the final design was selected by [[73rd Crown| Sven Randullsson and Antigone of York]]. The Serrano Crowns were presented to the populace by Sven and Antigone at their step-down court. Our 74th King and Queen, [[74th Crown|Creppin l'Ostriche and Toryn Sevenstitches]], were the first to be Crowned using these magnificent works of art. [[75th Crown|Gabriel of Maccuswell & Sonja Ryzaja]], and [[76th Crown|Jason Drysdale I & Margherita de Mantua I]] were also crowned using them. The materials are nickel silver, and it is inset with citrine, onyx, and garnets, and despite their appearance are remarkably light weight, being only 14 ounces each. They are corrosion and tarnish resistant as well. The crowns bear the kingdom motto, as well as a number of other noble virtues inscribed upon it, and is based on a period set from 1550's Portugal. They have an internal suspension sewn into them to distribute their weight, making them noticeably more comfortable for the wearer. Work-in-Progress photos can be seen on the Artist's [https://www.facebook.com/ugoserrano/media_set?set=a.10157103328475676&type=3 Facebook album]. Ugo has stated that it took him approximately three months, start to finish, to complete them, with workdays ranging from four to twelve hours at a time. They are stored in boxes created specifically for them by [[Alejandro Ramirez Mendoza]] (who also made the Thrones currently in use). There was significant controversy regarding the Crowns at the time of their presentation and use, relating to their cost. This was referred to on social media as "Crowngate." There were those who were unaware of the general process that was undertaken to notify the populace (via the Black Star and during two different Round Table events) and budgeting procedures (which had been followed), and there were those who felt that the cost involved was simply too high, and funds could be used for something else, such as free events for the populace, other types of Royal ornamentation, or even public relations. A number of prior Royalty spoke to the value and quality of the investment, as did several artisans, who were able to speak to the appropriateness of the cost, given time, labor, and materials. 
A similar set for the Kingdom Heirs was made by [https://www.facebook.com/North-Star-Armoury-209422219139349/ North Star Armory].
 

====The Kyrus and Cera Crowns====
[[File:Kyrus Coronets II.jpg|200px|thumb|left|The Kyrus Crowns: Heirs]]
In February of 2024, the Kingdom Chamberlain reopened bids for Early Period styled crowns and coronets. The following month, Kyrus Logisson posted that he was was looking for artisans to submit design ideas to him. He offered a $1,000 cash reward to the artisan who provided the best design. Thirteen artisans (some from out of Kingdom) met the challenge and provided concept art. The winning design was by [[Cera ingen Fhaelain]]. He then worked with them to create a formal bid which was submitted to the Chamberlain and Crown. Two different designs (in total) were submitted to the Crown, and commentary was requested. Kyrus and Cera's bid was accepted. He made good on his promise and presented Cera with the $1,000 prize at [[Vindheim 6th Coronet Tourney]]. In January 2025, Kyrus shared images of the interlaced Black Star medallions designed by [[Seraphina Maslowska]] and cut by [[Hals Ormr]], and other progress photos. The Crowns are covered in beautiful early period stamp work, and stamping and other assistance was provided by [[Torben Ulfbrok]], [[Jean Paul de Sens]], [[Donnchadh Beag mac Griogair]], [[Vincenti da Murano]], [[Skjoldulfr Hildibjarnarson]], and [[Kajira Camber]]. 
 
The Heirs coronets were completed first, and were first worn by [[89th Crown|Jean Paul de Sens III and Gilyan Alienora of Clonmacnoise III]] at Gulf Wars 2025. The first time the Kyrus Crowns were used during a Coronation ceremony was [[90th Crown|Jason Drysdale IV & Margherita de Mantua IV]], which occurred on April 12, 2025 in Glaslyn. 

===Other Crowns===
====The Black Crowns====
These crowns were not part of the Kingdom Regalia, but rather were on loan by their creator, [http://heraldry.ansteorra.org/OP/op-names.php?search=Athena%20Mawrcan%20Derwen%20Ddu&id=581 Athena Mawrcan Derwen Ddu]. They are believed to have been worn by only three Crowns: [[30th Crown|Inman McMoore VI and Athena Morcan Derwyn Ddoo II]], [[31st Crown|Jean Richard Malcomson I and Anora of Winward]], and [[32nd Crown|Mikael of Monmouthshire III and Mikaela of Monmouthshire I]]. The Black Crowns came to four points, and were made of a gold metal. One crown was ornamented with roses, the other with lions, and both had onyx stones.''(As provided by [[Katrionna Heather MacLochlainn]])''.
 

====The Glass Crowns====
A pair of clear, blown glass coronets were given to the Kingdom during the early-to-mid 1980s. Per Master [[Robin of Gilwell]], "They were worn once, for about ten seconds, and then put back in the box." Due to their delicacy and fragility, they were not worn, and broke while in storage. 
 
Per the Royal Inventory presented to Sigmund the Wingfooted and Siglinde Syr during their first reign, the glass crown was presented "at the 2nd Crown Tourney by Mona Sceaduw."

==The Swords of State==

===The Ebon Blade===
The first Sword of State was the [[The Ebon Blade|Ebon Blade]], which was presented by Master Orm and Vicountess Megan. It was stolen by brigands from the Crown's vehicle ([[37th Crown|Kein MacEwan II and Alisha MacLeod II]]).

===The Tale of the DiPisa Sword of State===
by Pendaran Glamorgan, Lion of Ansteorra 
Originally posted to the [http://lists.ansteorra.org/pipermail/ansteorra-ansteorra.org/1998-July/101524.html Kingdom Email list], in July of 1998. Permission to reprint found '''[http://lists.ansteorra.org/pipermail/ansteorra-ansteorra.org/1998-July/101526.html here.]'''
 
''Greetings All,''
 
''For those good Ansteorrans who were unable to attend the coronation of TRM Barn and Catriona this last weekend, I set forth to tell the tale of how Ansteorra came by its new sword of state, and how it was chosen by a king, then passed to another. I witnessed these deeds and pray to God and all the saints that I set forth my words faithful and true to the events that passed. ''
 
''Long ago, the [[The Ebon Blade|Ebon Blade]] was presented to King Sigmund by the Lions of Ansteorra. Last winter, this most sacred emblem of our dear king was stolen by brazen thieves. There was a great deal of worry and consternation concerning how the next sword of state should be chosen. Many harsh words were spoken and many felt that a suitable sword would be chosen. In the interim, Duke Sigmund the Wingfooted cared enough to loan the kingdom his sword until a suitable replacement could be found. Until that time, the kingdom would bear the scar or the theft of its blade.''
 
''Many years ago, [[Tales of Riccardo di Pisa|Sir Riccardo di Pisa]], knight and Lion of Ansteorra, crafted a sword. It was a blade stout and strong, and it was forged to be carried into battle, the weapon of a hero. Through tournament and war, Riccardo fought like the lion he was, always at the fore, always seeking honor for his lady and glory for his kingdom. Throughout these years, Riccardo was the bane of any who would stand against him, and the enemies of Ansteorra trembled when he strode the field; and always at his side, Riccardo carried the sword that he had forged. ''
 
''Inevitably, time, that thief of youth and strength, robbed Riccardo of the strength that had wielded that sword so well. However, time could not take from Riccardo his lion heart, nor the kingdom who knew Riccardo, of the memories that he had given it. Earlier this year, Riccardo passed from the world of men, leaving Ansteorra poorer for having lost him, but richer for having known him. ''
 
''During his sickness, Riccardo gave his sword to his squire, [[Cynric of Bedwyn]], and bade him to keep it safe. Cynric was moved by this gesture from his dying knight and swore a solemn oath that no harm would come to his knight's sword. After Riccardo's passing, Cynric thought upon his oath and upon the order of the Lion, of which Riccardo was amongst the greatest. Cynric did not feel that he could carry the sword, has it bore the emblem of that noble order. If only a Lion could bear the sword, Cynric felt that perhaps a Lion should keep the sword: certainly no one would look to the sword's safety better than the Lions. Therefore, Cynric offered Riccardo's sword to the order, asking that the Lions guard the blade and honor it as they would honor their dead brother. ''
 
''When this offer was made, the Lions were greatly honored. However, feeling greatly the loss of the Ebon Blade, the Lions saw that they had before them a suitable sword for Ansteorra. The Lions therefore went before their king, and asked Him to accept this sword, crafted and wielded by Riccardo, as the kingdom's sword. The king, Rischard, was wise and sought counsel, He spoke to His advisors and to His heir, Prince Barn. All who heard the Lions' request knew Riccardo and his feats and knew his hero's heart. No one could think of a sword with a greater heart and more glorious history than Riccardo's blade. No one could think of a better sword for Ansteorra.''
 
''Therefore, at His final court, Rischard, king of Ansteorra, called forth the Lions, who bore Riccardo's blade. The Lions offered to their king the sword, and the king did accept it. Holding the sword aloft, the king proclaimed that Riccardo's sword had become the kingdom's sword, and the kingdom rejoiced at His proclamation. ''
 
''As is the tradition in the kingdom of Ansteorra, before the old king steps down, He gives to the Lions the sword of state, that they should hold and guard the blade until His heir should come forth and claim it. Thus did Richard do, giving the Lions the new sword of state. When Barn, the new king came forth to claim His throne and crown His Queen, He called forth the Lions into His court. This was unusual, for the Lions do usually come unbidden into the new king's court, the only order with the permission to do so. However, the new king wished to do honor unto the Lions, and they were called forth one by one. Those that were present answered the king's call, as well as answering the call for those Lions who were not were not present. ''
 
''The Lions carried with them the sword of state, and the first one to speak held it aloft saying that the sword had come from the hand of Riccardo di Pisa, that it was "A sword crafted by a hero, wielded by a hero, given to a kingdom of heroes!". With that, the sword was passed from one Lion to another, so that all of the Lions could hold the sword and share in the king's proclamation that it is the true sword of state. The last Lion to hold the sword was the first Lion to be made in the Kingdom of Ansteorra, Orm Skjolbidig, who presented unto the king the sword of state.''
 
''Thus was the new sword chosen, a gift from a squire to the Lions, from the Lions to the king. And thus was the old tradition upheld: the sword was passed from king to king, through the order of the Lions. And thus was a wound upon the kingdom healed. ''
 
''Upon my belt and chain as a knight, I swear that these deeds were true as I witnessed them,''
 
''Pendaran Glamorgan, Lion of Ansteorra''

 

==Kingdom Banners==
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image:Oliphant Banner.jpg|The Oliphant Full Achievement Banner Photo by Master Cynric
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image:Queens Banner.jpg|The Queen's Banner Photo by Master Cyric, 2017
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* '''The Oliphant Full Achievement Banner:''' This banner was presented to Ansteorra in honor of Aureliane Rioghail, by her student, Alisandre Oliphant, in or around 1988. (This was prior to Alisandre becoming a Laurel in her own right.) In the artist's own words: ''"Aureliane had been Star Principal Herald, and she had drawn a full achievement for the kingdom. It was the only version at the time and not well known - full achievements were not commonly displayed. I was an aspiring heraldic artist, and I also didn’t care for her art style, so I designed this version. I wanted to incorporate every Ansteorran award up to that time into the design. The sable comet had no badge at the time, so I winged a design arching over the crown; it was awesome that this did become the badge later. I used a spear and a jousting lance to hold the flags, to represent both early and late period. I don’t remember what event we presented it at. As I said, full achievements were much rarer then, so it’s been cool to see it adopted and used."''

 
===The Cadet Banners===
It is a Tradition in Ansteorra that any cadets present during court take turns holding the Cadet Banners, one bearing the Queen's arms and the other bearing those of the King. If only one of the Crown is in attendance, that is the banner displayed. The Cadet Banners are not part of the Royal Inventory. (See note below) 
 
Per Don [[Robert MacPharland|Robert Michael McPharlan]]: The inspiration for the banners came from Pennsic 20. [[Siona Devereaux]] and [[Robert MacPharland|Horoun ibn Khalid abd ar-Rahman]] were assigned to carry the small hanging banners that were normally displayed at the back of the Royal Pavilion during the Opening Ceremonies. Ansteorra was processing in close proximity to Calontir, who had a huge Kingdom banner. Both Cadets felt "a bit cheesy" at the comparison. Some time in the future (time frame unknown), there had been comments that the Cadets were only good for [[Cadet Pranks]] and not much else. This struck a nerve, and a "pack of cadets," the majority of which were of the House of Mouse, formed a plan. They quietly solicited funds from other cadets to help finance their Grand Plan. 
Lavan, [[Charles d'Alsace le Cervoisier|Zorcon of Lizard Keep]], [[Henri Molineaux]] and Horoun gathered supplies and met at Lizard Keep to work on the banners in secret. There was but one major problem: None of them actually knew how to sew. So, under the instruction of [[Musashi no Domai|Gwen of Lizard Keep]], Cadet [[Chrystal Ariana MacRuari]] and [[Katrina of Coventry]], they sewed. For 72 hours straight, they worked in shifts. (Silly stories of those hours of toil may be had from the participants) The task was completed just before the Queen's Champion Tournament for [[23rd Crown|Julia de Montoya II]]. The Cadets received permission to be called into court for a presentation, without having revealed what it was. To quote His Royal Majesty Patrick, "...This better be good. I HATE surprises." When called, the Cadets popped up in the darkness and carried the banners into the light of court. Patrick started crying. No one doubted that the Cadets cared after that. 
 
On being outside the Royal Inventory, Don [[Robert MacPharland|Robert Michael McPharlan]] clarified: The reason we carried them and transported them was that several of us had helped the Crowns often enough that we saw how often items vanished from the Kingdom trailer.

====The Original Trigger Banners====
Per Don [[Avery Shaw]]: The original Cadet Banners were made of trigger and not silk - and were HEAVY. Leather harnesses were required to support the banners and poles. The poles were steel. If you got a good breeze, those things wanted to go to Oz... (This information was gathered from a photo posted to the Legion of Swashbuckers Facebook group, featuring a photo of then Osprey, Cadet to Don [[Tivar Moondragon]] (Now Countess Osprey, Master of Defense of Glenn Abhan) and Kiyama, cadet to Don Blayne (now Baron Gerlach, White Scarf and Laurel of Atlantia), circa 1993. 
 
As of September 2022, the Original Cadet Banners were still housed in the Royal Inventory and are sometimes brought out for special events at Gulf Wars or Pennsic War. It is believed the first Pennsic they were put on display was during the reign of [[29th Crown|Kein MacEwan I and Alisha MacLeod I]]. 
 

====The First Silk Cadet Banners / Rixende Banners ====
The first generation of silk cadet banners were made by (then) Cadet Rixende and Cadet Tomas, as well as a young 8 year old named Daniel. They were presented to Queen [[Vanessa de Verona|Vanessa II]], in her reign with [[58th Crown|Aaron MacGregor]].

==The Royal Attire of the Principality==
Purchased from a theater company, the "Royal Attire" were garments of fur edged purple velvet. They were loaned out for Coronations and other special events by [[Tessa of the Gardens]]. They can be seen in photos of the second and third Prince and Princess of Ansteora.

 

==The Weird Thing of State==
This ancient Ansteorran object was made by Finn Kelly O’Donnell for the [[2nd Crown]], King Lloyd von Eaker. It was intended to be a ceremonial mace or scepter, and started life as a “high end” toilet tank float. It can be seen in images of the Coronation of our [[5th Crown]].

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Kingdom Treasures

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The long and storied history of Ansteorra has provided a fertile field for the many artists who have created works that have become a part of Ansteorra's rich traditions.

==The Thrones==
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image:First-thrones.jpg|The Leather Thrones
image:Gothic Thrones.jpg|The Gothic Thrones
image:Double-Arch Thrones.jpg|The Double-Arch Thrones, with kneeling pillows made by Adrian McRae (2017)
image:Travelling Chairs by Hugh.jpg|Traveling Chairs, made by HL Hugh of Calontir
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Ansteorra has had several sets of thrones: 
* An early set, used since the days of principality, was made of a dark stained wood, and had a tiered, crenellated back, with a gold cushion. They were made of what amounted to 2x4 lumber, and each came in four pieces. They were connected using standard pinned door hinges. They can be seen still in use in photos of our [[5th Crown]], [[Finn Kelly O'Donnell]] and Elzasif Ironhand, and in in the background of this photo from the [[9th Crown]].
* One set had high, rigid backs, cushioned in yellow velvet, with a black star at the central back. They did not break down in any fashion, which made them difficult to transport or store. These thrones may have ''"been bought from a Knights of Columbus hall, taken apart, stripped, stained, and re-upholstered, then donated by the Shire of [[Gwyndebourne]]. I believe they were donated for the elevation of TRH Sir Randall von Nordlichwald and Constance Saint Dunstan. These thrones were already in use when Tessa and Simonn became the Royal Prince and Princess of our young and fair Principality of Ansteorra."'' (As provided by Xene Therian) Tessa further recalls that these were stored at her home while she was Princess, and it was very touching to sit upon them again when she became Queen of Ansteorra. These are believed to be in the possession of [[6th Crown|Lloyd von Eaker]].
* '''The Leather Thrones:''' These thrones, pictured far left above, were rigid backed chairs with arching leather upholstery. They were on display at the Ansteorra Argent Anniversary. Their dates of use are unknown.
* The Crimson Velvet Thrones: These thrones were made of a dark wood, and had lower, squared backs with a row of seven quatrefoils across the tops. Semi-Circular legs supported wide seats, with arms, seat and back cushioned in plush velvet edged with gold. They can be seen in photos of our [[21st Crown]].
* '''The Gothic Thrones''': These thrones were made of a dark wood, and had upraised, rectangular backs with a row of seven quatrefoils across the tops. Above the quatrefoils were scrollwork supported escutcheons painted with the the King's and Queen's insignia. Arched needlepoint pillows rested in shaped gothic arches. The arms were cushioned in gold-edged black velvet, which matched the seat cushions. The feet of the throne were lion's paws. They can be seen in photos of our [[40th Crown]]. Upon decommissioning, these thrones went into the custody of the Barony of [[Wiesenfeuer]]. When Covid-19 caused logistical nightmares for our [[83rd Crown]], with the kind consent of [[Wiesenfeuer]], their Majesties were permitted use of the Gothic Thrones.
* '''The Double-Arched Thrones''': These thrones bore two golden gothic arches, and were cushioned in a crimson and gold brocade. Above the arches were an escutcheon bearing the King and Queen's shield. Twin pillars rose from each side of the throne, and were capped with a golden ball.
* The current set of thrones were created by [[Alejandro Ramirez Mendoza]].
 

===Traveling Chairs===
* A lovely pair of foldable chairs was made for the Crown by HL Hugh de Puy of Calontir. They were presented by TRMs Calontir to the Ansteorran Crown on January 19, 2013. They are made of walnut, and are based on a modified Glastonbury chair design. They took Honorable Lord Hugh approximately 40 hours for the pair of chairs, and another five hours for bags to contain them. He was inspired to make them, when he witnessed Their Royal Majesties [[Jean Paul de Sens|Jean-Paul]] and [[Gilyan Alienora of Clonmacnoise|Gilyan]] having to sit on borrowed chairs at an event in Calontir that they attended.
 

==The Crowns==
===Principality Crowns===
The first set of crowns used by the Principality of Ansteora (spelled with one R back then) were actually theater props. 

====The Gwilym Crowns: 1977====
These crowns were crafted by Master Gwilym y Fferill o Caer Lleuad. They started use during the Principality days, and continued into our Kingdom days. They were the first set of coronets made for the purpose of the Principality's use. For many years, they were the oldest regalia in continual use. They were lost following a display at the kingdom's 15th year anniversary celebration held in [[Elfsea]] in July 1994. It is believed they had fallen out of use prior to that time as they had become quite fragile. Additionally, they ended up having the backs cut and laced together, which made them unstable and ultimately led to their usage stopping.
 

====The Onyx Cabochon Crowns====
The last set of crowns used by the Principality were circlets rising to a graceful point in the front, set with a central onyx cabochon, surrounded by five smaller cabochons. After Ansteorra became a kingdom, these continued to be used as Royal crowns.
 

===Kingdom Crowns===
====The Brass Star Crowns====
Made by [[3rd Crown|Jan w Orzeldom]], approximately 1980. The design of these crowns were circlets with upraised 10 pointed stars. Made of brass, the points of the stars retained their sharpness, which made wearing or maintaining them a physical challenge. This may have been one of the reasons they were only used for a few reigns. Per [[Alisandre Oliphant]]: ''"The crowns that Gwilim made were not adjustable, and were made for a larger head than Jan's - so when Jan became Crown, he wanted one that would fit him comfortably (they were also heavy). He made the "spiky crowns," kind of quickly, to have something to wear that fit him. It was done in a hurry - Jan designed and made it, and Godwyn Alfricsson helped with the silver soldering. Jan says that his squire [[Riccardo di Pisa]] had many poked fingers keeping them polished during his reign. They weren't meant to be forever, just something that fit Jan better, but Sigmund followed him on the throne and he did wear it. Not for long, though, because it wasn't thick brass and because Sigmund's head was larger, it tended to make the stars tilt inward."'' 
They were worn by [[2nd Crown|Lloyd and Joselyn]], [[3rd Crown|Jan w Orzeldom]], and [[4th Crown|Sigmund the Wingfooted and Sieglinda Syr]], and can be seen in private collection photographs from that time. 
[[Galen of Bristol]] shared the following story about the Brass Star crowns: ''"Sigmund tells a story about attending a young lady who'd fainted from the heat, and nearly dropping that crown onto her face; he caught it just in time. I heard the same story from the lady herself, who woke up just in time to see it fall towards her. Sigmund told me that if he hadn't caught it, the last thing she'd have seen in her life "would have been a fat monarch.""''
 

====The Dinar/Early Period Crowns====
[[File:Wonder Woman Crowns 1980s.jpg|200px|thumb|left|The Dinar Crowns Photo by Richard Threlkeld Ansteorra XXX Museum]]These crowns, crafted by Count [[Dinaris the Wanderer]] ([http://heraldry.ansteorra.org/OP/op-names.php?search=Dinaris%20the%20Wanderer&id=1407 OP]), were brass circlets that rose to four equidistant points, with black stars seated under each point, nearly flush with the band. It is believed that they were in use by our [[10th Crown]], Inman MacMoore and Arrowyn of Emerald Moor. They were displayed at the Ansteorra XXX museum, but have not been in general use for several decades (since the late 1980s, early 1990s).
 

====The Imperial Crowns: 1992====
[[File:Imperial Crown Queen.jpg|200px|thumb|right|Queen's Imperial Crown by Malakai & Elric Dracwin]]
As provided by [[Elric Dracwin]], August 19, 2018: 
''In a 1988 Black Star there was a small ad asking artisans to submit designs for new Ansteorran crowns. My brother, HL [[Malaki Dracwin]], is an extremely talented artist and I goaded him into designing and drawing a pair. He did all the research and artistic design work and we sent them to the Seneschal. At the 1989 Steppes Warlord (at the old Camp Burnett site in Southlake) the King, Kingdom Seneschal, and a couple of others approached us. We were told Malaki's design had been selected. They wanted to know how much they would cost and how long it would take to build them.'' 
''Maybe we were naive but we didn't expect to be building them. Malaki told me that he designed them but I had to engineer their construction. I had taken a jewelry fabrication class in college and taught what I knew. They took about 3 years to complete. Our household sisters, Mistress Ceridwen Tir Gwstriff and Lady Evonne of Wizard's Keep, created custom pillows for the crowns with the embroidered arms of the King and Queen on a raised centering oval. Master Edward d'Orleans crafted a custom box for each crown with internal bracing to hold them securely.'' 
''The crowns were finished and presented to the kingdom at the 1992 summer coronation between the stepping down of Patrick Michael / Julia and the stepping up of William (Bear) / Catherine. Malaki the Magician and I presented empty boxes. Put components of the crowns in: metal, stones, loose pearls, etc. Magic wands were waived, fire/smoke belched forth, and the boxes were opened to find the new crowns within. [[27th Crown|William and Catherine]] were crowned with them in the following stepping up court.'' 
''The crowns have 5 points, with removable imperial arches for a more / less formal option lined up behind the points. Each of the points had a large Ansteorran mullet of inlaid jet under it. A row of individually mounted pearls ran along the rolled edge of the peaks and valleys. Under the pearls were branches of inlaid malachite laurel leaves. The Queen's crown had inlaid jet Tudor roses interspersed in the laurels. Each point was topped with a large pearl. The band at the bottom of the crown had two rows of pearls. The imperial arches had several large pearls running up their centers. There were over 200 pearls on each crown. Where the arches met, a twisted brass laurel tree sprouted. It divided to form a circle within which was a large obsidian Ansteorran mullet held at each point by the ends of two brass branches. The two obsidian mullets were from one piece that had been split/cut into two nearly identical pieces resulting in nearly identical banding between the King's and Queen's crowns.'' 
This set of crowns was only used by the King and Queen; there was not a corresponding Heirs set.
 

====The Early Period Crowns, Mark II====
[[File:Early Period Crown II.jpg|200px|thumb|right|The Early Period Crowns, Mark II]]
Based on an earlier crown created by Count Dinaris the Wanderer, these crowns were simple circlets that rise to a single high point in the front, with three lower points at each cardinal. They are adorned with a black Ansteorran Star at each point, which protrudes from the band. As of 2018, they are still in use.
 

====The Fleur de Lys Crowns: 1999====
The Fleur de Lys crowns were designed by [[40th Crown|Sara Penrose and Gunthar Jonsson]]. [[Cassius Domitus Lepus]] was commissioned to build them, and received additional assistance from Mistress Anastacia Marie Travarra and Master Tarl Godric the Brokentoe, who assisted with elements such as wire bending, rivet-making, and "helping keep Cassius motivated." The crowns were delivered at Gunthar and Sara's stepping-down, and they were able to wear them for "one whole court." The original crowns had pearl ornamentation, but the pearls were removed or lost during a cleaning. They can be seen in photos of [[41st Crown|Daffydd Whitaker and Octavia de Verdun]]'s coronation. The Fleur Crowns have been used for several coronations, including our [[80th Crown|Miguel Sebastian de Oporto III and Conal Alexandria O'Riordain III]]. Of these crowns, Her Grace [[Gilyan Alienora of Clonmacnoise]] has said, ''"I have fond memories of sitting in front of the TV on Thursday or Sunday nights with these crowns. A towel, q-tips, toothpicks, a sharpie, and several shows later the crowns would be cleaned, polished, and re-blackened."''
 

====The DarkRidge Crowns: 2009====
[[File:Darkridge Crown.jpg|200px|thumb|left|A Darkridge Crown]]With the consent of the seated Crown, [[62nd Crown|Owen ap Aeddan and Genevria di Betto di Adriano]], [[63rd Crown|Jean Paul de Sens and Gilyan Alienora of Clonmacnoise]] sent out a request for bids to several artists while they were Prince and Princess. Two artists responded, and Dark Ridge Jewels was selected as the craftsperson. (Their bid was for the pair of Crowns and pair of Coronets. All 4 together cost $3000.00) The crown design was a collaboration by multiple artists and Royalty, including but not limited to [[Cassius Domitus Lepus]], [[Kajira Camber]], and [[Michelle Chantal de Charente]], and included silver, bronze, garnets and Black Star Diopside cabochons. They were crafted by Mistress Lailin Uhthala Darkridge, of [https://www.facebook.com/Darkridge-Jewels-192190254250680 Darkridge Jewels] The Queen's crown is ornamented with roses on the hinge pins, and the King's crown has lion's head hinge pins. The first time they saw use was during the step down court for [[63rd Crown|Jean Paul de Sens and Gilyan Alienora of Clonmacnoise]]. They were in periodic use by the 63rd through 71st Crowns. The first Royal Couple to use them for their Coronation/stepping up was [[67th Crown|Hrafn Olafsson and Elizabeta di Valore della Rosa]], and this can be seen in the photo on their Reign page. The following Crown, [[68th Crown|Jean Paul de Sens and Gilyan Alienora of Clonmacnoise]], also used them for Coronation. The crowns were retired for a time, due to the fragility of the hinge construction and other complications. It is believed that [[Sara Penrose]] is working on repairs to them. For In-Progress photos of these crowns, please visit the DarkRidge Jewels Facebook Album, [https://www.facebook.com/pg/Darkridge-Jewels-192190254250680/photos/?tab=album&album_id=806171529519213 Ansteorra Crowns].
 

====The Ugo Serrano Crowns====
[[File:Ugo Serrano Crowns.jpg|200px|thumb|right|The Ugo Serrano Crowns]]
Made by world renowned artist Ugo Serrano, these crowns for the King and Queen were commissioned in 2015. They were in the Crown budget during the reign of [[72nd Crown|Lochlan Dunn and Michelle Chantal de Charente]], and a call for bids and budgeting information was published in the [[Black Star]] at that time. From the bids received, the final design was selected by [[73rd Crown| Sven Randullsson and Antigone of York]]. The Serrano Crowns were presented to the populace by Sven and Antigone at their step-down court. Our 74th King and Queen, [[74th Crown|Creppin l'Ostriche and Toryn Sevenstitches]], were the first to be Crowned using these magnificent works of art. [[75th Crown|Gabriel of Maccuswell & Sonja Ryzaja]], and [[76th Crown|Jason Drysdale I & Margherita de Mantua I]] were also crowned using them. The materials are nickel silver, and it is inset with citrine, onyx, and garnets, and despite their appearance are remarkably light weight, being only 14 ounces each. They are corrosion and tarnish resistant as well. The crowns bear the kingdom motto, as well as a number of other noble virtues inscribed upon it, and is based on a period set from 1550's Portugal. They have an internal suspension sewn into them to distribute their weight, making them noticeably more comfortable for the wearer. Work-in-Progress photos can be seen on the Artist's [https://www.facebook.com/ugoserrano/media_set?set=a.10157103328475676&type=3 Facebook album]. Ugo has stated that it took him approximately three months, start to finish, to complete them, with workdays ranging from four to twelve hours at a time. They are stored in boxes created specifically for them by [[Alejandro Ramirez Mendoza]] (who also made the Thrones currently in use). There was significant controversy regarding the Crowns at the time of their presentation and use, relating to their cost. This was referred to on social media as "Crowngate." There were those who were unaware of the general process that was undertaken to notify the populace (via the Black Star and during two different Round Table events) and budgeting procedures (which had been followed), and there were those who felt that the cost involved was simply too high, and funds could be used for something else, such as free events for the populace, other types of Royal ornamentation, or even public relations. A number of prior Royalty spoke to the value and quality of the investment, as did several artisans, who were able to speak to the appropriateness of the cost, given time, labor, and materials. 
A similar set for the Kingdom Heirs was made by [https://www.facebook.com/North-Star-Armoury-209422219139349/ North Star Armory].
 

====The Kyrus and Cera Crowns====
[[File:Kyrus Coronets II.jpg|200px|thumb|left|The Kyrus Crowns: Heirs]]
In February of 2024, the Kingdom Chamberlain reopened bids for Early Period styled crowns and coronets. The following month, Kyrus Logisson posted that he was was looking for artisans to submit design ideas to him. He offered a $1,000 cash reward to the artisan who provided the best design. Thirteen artisans (some from out of Kingdom) met the challenge and provided concept art. The winning design was by [[Cera ingen Fhaelain]]. He then worked with them to create a formal bid which was submitted to the Chamberlain and Crown. Two different designs (in total) were submitted to the Crown, and commentary was requested. Kyrus and Cera's bid was accepted. He made good on his promise and presented Cera with the $1,000 prize at [[Vindheim 6th Coronet Tourney]]. In January 2025, Kyrus shared images of the interlaced Black Star medallions designed by [[Seraphina Maslowska]] and cut by [[Hals Ormr]], and other progress photos. The Crowns are covered in beautiful early period stamp work, and stamping and other assistance was provided by [[Torben Ulfbrok]], [[Jean Paul de Sens]], [[Donnchadh Beag mac Griogair]], [[Vincenti da Murano]], [[Skjoldulfr Hildibjarnarson]], and [[Kajira Camber]]. 
 
The Heirs coronets were completed first, and were first worn by [[89th Crown|Jean Paul de Sens III and Gilyan Alienora of Clonmacnoise III]] at Gulf Wars 2025. The first time the Kyrus Crowns were used during a Coronation ceremony was [[90th Crown|Jason Drysdale IV & Margherita de Mantua IV]], which occurred on April 12, 2025 in Glaslyn. 

===Other Crowns===
====The Black Crowns====
These crowns were not part of the Kingdom Regalia, but rather were on loan by their creator, [http://heraldry.ansteorra.org/OP/op-names.php?search=Athena%20Mawrcan%20Derwen%20Ddu&id=581 Athena Mawrcan Derwen Ddu]. They are believed to have been worn by only three Crowns: [[30th Crown|Inman McMoore VI and Athena Morcan Derwyn Ddoo II]], [[31st Crown|Jean Richard Malcomson I and Anora of Winward]], and [[32nd Crown|Mikael of Monmouthshire III and Mikaela of Monmouthshire I]]. The Black Crowns came to four points, and were made of a gold metal. One crown was ornamented with roses, the other with lions, and both had onyx stones.''(As provided by [[Katrionna Heather MacLochlainn]])''.
 

====The Glass Crowns====
A pair of clear, blown glass coronets were given to the Kingdom during the early-to-mid 1980s. Per Master [[Robin of Gilwell]], "They were worn once, for about ten seconds, and then put back in the box." Due to their delicacy and fragility, they were not worn, and broke while in storage. 
 
Per the Royal Inventory presented to Sigmund the Wingfooted and Siglinde Syr during their first reign, the glass crown was presented "at the 2nd Crown Tourney by Mona Sceaduw."

==The Swords of State==

===The Ebon Blade===
The first Sword of State was the [[The Ebon Blade|Ebon Blade]], which was presented by Master Orm and Vicountess Megan. It was stolen by brigands from the Crown's vehicle ([[37th Crown|Kein MacEwan II and Alisha MacLeod II]]).

===The Tale of the DiPisa Sword of State===
by Pendaran Glamorgan, Lion of Ansteorra 
Originally posted to the [http://lists.ansteorra.org/pipermail/ansteorra-ansteorra.org/1998-July/101524.html Kingdom Email list], in July of 1998. Permission to reprint found '''[http://lists.ansteorra.org/pipermail/ansteorra-ansteorra.org/1998-July/101526.html here.]'''
 
''Greetings All,''
 
''For those good Ansteorrans who were unable to attend the coronation of TRM Barn and Catriona this last weekend, I set forth to tell the tale of how Ansteorra came by its new sword of state, and how it was chosen by a king, then passed to another. I witnessed these deeds and pray to God and all the saints that I set forth my words faithful and true to the events that passed. ''
 
''Long ago, the [[The Ebon Blade|Ebon Blade]] was presented to King Sigmund by the Lions of Ansteorra. Last winter, this most sacred emblem of our dear king was stolen by brazen thieves. There was a great deal of worry and consternation concerning how the next sword of state should be chosen. Many harsh words were spoken and many felt that a suitable sword would be chosen. In the interim, Duke Sigmund the Wingfooted cared enough to loan the kingdom his sword until a suitable replacement could be found. Until that time, the kingdom would bear the scar or the theft of its blade.''
 
''Many years ago, [[Tales of Riccardo di Pisa|Sir Riccardo di Pisa]], knight and Lion of Ansteorra, crafted a sword. It was a blade stout and strong, and it was forged to be carried into battle, the weapon of a hero. Through tournament and war, Riccardo fought like the lion he was, always at the fore, always seeking honor for his lady and glory for his kingdom. Throughout these years, Riccardo was the bane of any who would stand against him, and the enemies of Ansteorra trembled when he strode the field; and always at his side, Riccardo carried the sword that he had forged. ''
 
''Inevitably, time, that thief of youth and strength, robbed Riccardo of the strength that had wielded that sword so well. However, time could not take from Riccardo his lion heart, nor the kingdom who knew Riccardo, of the memories that he had given it. Earlier this year, Riccardo passed from the world of men, leaving Ansteorra poorer for having lost him, but richer for having known him. ''
 
''During his sickness, Riccardo gave his sword to his squire, [[Cynric of Bedwyn]], and bade him to keep it safe. Cynric was moved by this gesture from his dying knight and swore a solemn oath that no harm would come to his knight's sword. After Riccardo's passing, Cynric thought upon his oath and upon the order of the Lion, of which Riccardo was amongst the greatest. Cynric did not feel that he could carry the sword, has it bore the emblem of that noble order. If only a Lion could bear the sword, Cynric felt that perhaps a Lion should keep the sword: certainly no one would look to the sword's safety better than the Lions. Therefore, Cynric offered Riccardo's sword to the order, asking that the Lions guard the blade and honor it as they would honor their dead brother. ''
 
''When this offer was made, the Lions were greatly honored. However, feeling greatly the loss of the Ebon Blade, the Lions saw that they had before them a suitable sword for Ansteorra. The Lions therefore went before their king, and asked Him to accept this sword, crafted and wielded by Riccardo, as the kingdom's sword. The king, Rischard, was wise and sought counsel, He spoke to His advisors and to His heir, Prince Barn. All who heard the Lions' request knew Riccardo and his feats and knew his hero's heart. No one could think of a sword with a greater heart and more glorious history than Riccardo's blade. No one could think of a better sword for Ansteorra.''
 
''Therefore, at His final court, Rischard, king of Ansteorra, called forth the Lions, who bore Riccardo's blade. The Lions offered to their king the sword, and the king did accept it. Holding the sword aloft, the king proclaimed that Riccardo's sword had become the kingdom's sword, and the kingdom rejoiced at His proclamation. ''
 
''As is the tradition in the kingdom of Ansteorra, before the old king steps down, He gives to the Lions the sword of state, that they should hold and guard the blade until His heir should come forth and claim it. Thus did Richard do, giving the Lions the new sword of state. When Barn, the new king came forth to claim His throne and crown His Queen, He called forth the Lions into His court. This was unusual, for the Lions do usually come unbidden into the new king's court, the only order with the permission to do so. However, the new king wished to do honor unto the Lions, and they were called forth one by one. Those that were present answered the king's call, as well as answering the call for those Lions who were not were not present. ''
 
''The Lions carried with them the sword of state, and the first one to speak held it aloft saying that the sword had come from the hand of Riccardo di Pisa, that it was "A sword crafted by a hero, wielded by a hero, given to a kingdom of heroes!". With that, the sword was passed from one Lion to another, so that all of the Lions could hold the sword and share in the king's proclamation that it is the true sword of state. The last Lion to hold the sword was the first Lion to be made in the Kingdom of Ansteorra, Orm Skjolbidig, who presented unto the king the sword of state.''
 
''Thus was the new sword chosen, a gift from a squire to the Lions, from the Lions to the king. And thus was the old tradition upheld: the sword was passed from king to king, through the order of the Lions. And thus was a wound upon the kingdom healed. ''
 
''Upon my belt and chain as a knight, I swear that these deeds were true as I witnessed them,''
 
''Pendaran Glamorgan, Lion of Ansteorra''

 

==Kingdom Banners==
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image:Oliphant Banner.jpg|The Oliphant Full Achievement Banner Photo by Master Cynric
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image:Queens Banner.jpg|The Queen's Banner Photo by Master Cyric, 2017
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* '''The Oliphant Full Achievement Banner:''' This banner was presented to Ansteorra in honor of Aureliane Rioghail, by her student, Alisandre Oliphant, in or around 1988. (This was prior to Alisandre becoming a Laurel in her own right.) In the artist's own words: ''"Aureliane had been Star Principal Herald, and she had drawn a full achievement for the kingdom. It was the only version at the time and not well known - full achievements were not commonly displayed. I was an aspiring heraldic artist, and I also didn’t care for her art style, so I designed this version. I wanted to incorporate every Ansteorran award up to that time into the design. The sable comet had no badge at the time, so I winged a design arching over the crown; it was awesome that this did become the badge later. I used a spear and a jousting lance to hold the flags, to represent both early and late period. I don’t remember what event we presented it at. As I said, full achievements were much rarer then, so it’s been cool to see it adopted and used."''

 
===The Cadet Banners===
It is a Tradition in Ansteorra that any cadets present during court take turns holding the Cadet Banners, one bearing the Queen's arms and the other bearing those of the King. If only one of the Crown is in attendance, that is the banner displayed. The Cadet Banners are not part of the Royal Inventory. (See note below) 
 
Per Don [[Robert MacPharland|Robert Michael McPharlan]]: The inspiration for the banners came from Pennsic 20. [[Siona Devereaux]] and [[Robert MacPharland|Horoun ibn Khalid abd ar-Rahman]] were assigned to carry the small hanging banners that were normally displayed at the back of the Royal Pavilion during the Opening Ceremonies. Ansteorra was processing in close proximity to Calontir, who had a huge Kingdom banner. Both Cadets felt "a bit cheesy" at the comparison. Some time in the future (time frame unknown), there had been comments that the Cadets were only good for [[Cadet Pranks]] and not much else. This struck a nerve, and a "pack of cadets," the majority of which were of the House of Mouse, formed a plan. They quietly solicited funds from other cadets to help finance their Grand Plan. 
Lavan, [[Charles d'Alsace le Cervoisier|Zorcon of Lizard Keep]], [[Henri Molineaux]] and Horoun gathered supplies and met at Lizard Keep to work on the banners in secret. There was but one major problem: None of them actually knew how to sew. So, under the instruction of [[Musashi no Domai|Gwen of Lizard Keep]], Cadet [[Chrystal Ariana MacRuari]] and [[Katrina of Coventry]], they sewed. For 72 hours straight, they worked in shifts. (Silly stories of those hours of toil may be had from the participants) The task was completed just before the Queen's Champion Tournament for [[23rd Crown|Julia de Montoya II]]. The Cadets received permission to be called into court for a presentation, without having revealed what it was. To quote His Royal Majesty Patrick, "...This better be good. I HATE surprises." When called, the Cadets popped up in the darkness and carried the banners into the light of court. Patrick started crying. No one doubted that the Cadets cared after that. 
 
On being outside the Royal Inventory, Don [[Robert MacPharland|Robert Michael McPharlan]] clarified: The reason we carried them and transported them was that several of us had helped the Crowns often enough that we saw how often items vanished from the Kingdom trailer.

====The Original Trigger Banners====
Per Don [[Avery Shaw]]: The original Cadet Banners were made of trigger and not silk - and were HEAVY. Leather harnesses were required to support the banners and poles. The poles were steel. If you got a good breeze, those things wanted to go to Oz... (This information was gathered from a photo posted to the Legion of Swashbuckers Facebook group, featuring a photo of then Osprey, Cadet to Don [[Tivar Moondragon]] (Now Countess Osprey, Master of Defense of Glenn Abhan) and Kiyama, cadet to Don Blayne (now Baron Gerlach, White Scarf and Laurel of Atlantia), circa 1993. 
 
As of September 2022, the Original Cadet Banners were still housed in the Royal Inventory and are sometimes brought out for special events at Gulf Wars or Pennsic War. It is believed the first Pennsic they were put on display was during the reign of [[29th Crown|Kein MacEwan I and Alisha MacLeod I]]. 
 

====The First Silk Cadet Banners / Rixende Banners ====
The first generation of silk cadet banners were made by (then) Cadet Rixende and Cadet Tomas, as well as a young 8 year old named Daniel. They were presented to Queen [[Vanessa de Verona|Vanessa II]], in her reign with [[58th Crown|Aaron MacGregor]].

==The Royal Attire of the Principality==
Purchased from a theater company, the "Royal Attire" were garments of fur edged purple velvet. They were loaned out for Coronations and other special events by [[Tessa of the Gardens]]. They can be seen in photos of the second and third Prince and Princess of Ansteora.

 

==The Weird Thing of State==
This ancient Ansteorran object was made by Finn Kelly O’Donnell for the [[2nd Crown]], King Lloyd von Eaker. It was intended to be a ceremonial mace or scepter, and started life as a “high end” toilet tank float. It can be seen in images of the Coronation of our [[5th Crown]].

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We have lost many bright Stars of Ansteorra over the years. This page is for all of them. 

===History of the Rolls of the Fallen Stars===
At our Argent Anniversary, the names of 47 armigerous Ansteorrans was read aloud by HL [[Snorri Hallson]]. His words were: "Thus follows a list of 47 armigerous Ansteorrans who have departed this life. Know them all, be they Royalty or simple armiger, that with their passing we have lost forever some part of the spirit of Ansteorra."

Since that time, we have lost many others from our ranks. Where possible, they are listed here. If you know of a name that should be added to this roll, please contact the wiki administrator, Zubeydah al-Badawiyyah, at: [mailto:Zubeydah@gmail.com Zubeydah@gmail.com]

'''**Please Note: In the case of the deceased - if they did not authorize a Personal wiki page during their lifetimes, we must have the written consent of their estate/heirs to create one. However, we CAN collect stories about our Fallen Stars, to lighten our sorrow with such good memories. Please feel free to email them to the wiki administrator.** '''

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==A - C==
Lord [[Aarion Kyrkwood Mountain-Gate of Amberglade]] - [http://heraldry.ansteorra.org/OP/op-names.php?search=Aarion%20Kyrkwood%20Mountain-Gate%20of%20Amberglade&id=2 OP]

Sheik [[Abdullah Mohammed ben al a Assani]] - [https://op.ansteorra.org/people/id/16 OP]

Baroness [[Adelicia Brabent of Twyce Holey Wood]] - [http://heraldry.ansteorra.org/OP/op-names.php?search=Adelicia%20Brabant&id=38 OP]

Lady [[Lady Adriana Margherita di Betto]] - [http://heraldry.ansteorra.org/OP/op-names.php?search=Adriana%20Margherita%20di%20Betto&id=52 OP]

Milord [[Aed Vilhialmsson]]

Lord [[Aelwyn of Alburn]] - [http://heraldry.ansteorra.org/OP/op-names.php?search=Aelwyn%20of%20Alburn&id=73 OP] : [http://lists.ansteorra.org/pipermail/ansteorra-ansteorra.org/2011-June/157630.html Ansteorran Email List notification]

His Excellency, Master [[Aethelstan Aethelmearson]] - [http://heraldry.ansteorra.org/OP/op-names.php?search=Aethelstan%20Aethelmearson&id=79 OP]

Honorable Lady [[Agostina Elisabetta da San Germano]] - [http://heraldry.ansteorra.org/OP/op-names.php?search=Agostina%20Elisabetta%20da%20San%20Germano&id=10475 OP]

Honorable Lady [[Aidan Aileran O'Comhraidhe]] - [http://heraldry.ansteorra.org/OP/op-names.php?search=Aidan%20Aileran%20O%27Comhraidhe&id=93 OP]

Lady [[Aoibheann of Bonwicke]] - [https://op.ansteorra.org/people/id/11948 OP]

Lady [[Aislinn of Cravenhest]] - [http://heraldry.ansteorra.org/OP/op-names.php?search=Aislinn%20of%20Cravenhest&id=120 OP]

Lord [[Alan MacRonan MacCalum]] - [http://heraldry.ansteorra.org/OP/op-names.php?search=Alan%20MacRonan%20MacCalum&id=130 OP]

Don [[Alaric Greythorn of Glen Mor]] - [http://heraldry.ansteorra.org/OP/op-names.php?search=Alaric%20Greythorn%20of%20Glen%20Mor&id=140 OP]

His Excellency, Baron [[Alcuin of Argyle]] - [http://heraldry.ansteorra.org/OP/op-names.php?search=Alcuin%20of%20Argyle&id=159 OP]

Lady [[Aldis Brunisdottir]] - [https://op.ansteorra.org/people/id/166 OP]

Honorable Lady [[Aleana o'r Gorwydd Serennog]] - [http://heraldry.ansteorra.org/OP/op-names.php?search=Aleana%20o%27r%20Gorwydd%20Serennog&id=172 OP]

Lord [[Aleric Ironleg]] - [https://op.ansteorra.org/people/id/178 OP]

Lady [[Alexandra Bentbow]] - [http://heraldry.ansteorra.org/OP/op-names.php?search=Alexandra%20Bentbow&id=10855 OP]

Her Excellency, [[Alix de Curci]]/Morag, Baroness Raven's Fort - [https://op.ansteorra.org/people/id/234 OP]

Lord [[Allon McBain]] - [https://op.ansteorra.org/people/id/243 OP]

Lord [[Alton Le Peto]], Captain of Alton's Company - [https://op.ansteorra.org/people/id/257 OP]

Mistress [[Alys Carvelsdatter]] - [http://heraldry.ansteorra.org/OP/op-names.php?search=Alys%20Carvelsdatter&id=262 OP]

Milady [[Amarynth Imrae Rhys]]

Lord [[Ambrose Blackwood]] - [https://op.ansteorra.org/people/id/289 OP]

Baroness [[Ana Maria de Mercedes de Cerdanya]] - [http://heraldry.ansteorra.org/OP/op-names.php?search=Mercedes%20de%20Cerdanya&id=304 OP]

Mistress [[Anastacia Marie Travarra]] - [http://heraldry.ansteorra.org/OP/op-names.php?search=Anastacia%20Marie%20Travarra&id=309 OP]

Honorable Lord [[Anebairn MacPharlaine of Arrochar]] - [http://heraldry.ansteorra.org/OP/op-names.php?search=Anebairn%20MacPharlaine%20of%20Arrochar&id=332 OP]

Her Excellency, Baroness [[Angharad Rhonwen of Caerleon]] - [http://heraldry.ansteorra.org/OP/op-names.php?search=Angharad%20Rhonwen%20of%20Caerleon&id=353 OP]

Her Excellency, Baroness [[Anna Stitcher]] - [https://op.ansteorra.org/people/id/393 OP]

Countess [[Anora Frayne of Winward]] - [http://heraldry.ansteorra.org/OP/op-names.php?search=Anora%20Frayne%20of%20Winward&id=421 OP]

Honorable Lord [[Antigonus Bearbait]] - [http://heraldry.ansteorra.org/OP/op-names.php?search=Antigonus%20Bearbait&id=430 OP]

Master [[Aodhan Ite an Fhithich]] - [https://op.ansteorra.org/people/id/453 OP]

Honorable Lady [[Arabella de Montecute]] - [https://op.ansteorra.org/people/id/469 OP]

Master [[Arachna the Red]] - [http://heraldry.ansteorra.org/OP/op-names.php?search=Arachne%20the%20Red&id=473 OP]

Lady [[Arianna of Greytower]] - [http://heraldry.ansteorra.org/OP/op-names.php?search=Arianna%20of%20Greytower&id=492 OP]

Lord [[Arlen Tyrell MacWard]] - [http://heraldry.ansteorra.org/OP/op-names.php?search=Arlen%20Tyrell%20MacWard&id=515 OP]

Mistress [[Arlene the Soother]] - [http://heraldry.ansteorra.org/OP/op-names.php?search=Arlene%20the%20Soother&id=516 OP]

Lady [[Arnbiorg Nic an Ghabhann]] - [http://heraldry.ansteorra.org/OP/op-names.php?search=Arnbiorg%20Nic%20an%20Ghabhann&id=526 OP] : Announcement on the Kingdom Email list of his passing: '''[http://lists.ansteorra.org/pipermail/ansteorra-ansteorra.org/1996-August/086522.html here].'''

Honorable Lord [[Arnbjorn Sprakkaleggr]] - [https://op.ansteorra.org/people/id/528 OP]

Honorable Lord [[Artair MacMora]] - [http://heraldry.ansteorra.org/OP/op-names.php?search=Artair%20MacMora&id=538 OP]

His Excellency, Baron Eldern Hills [[Arthfael o Frynmawr]] - [http://heraldry.ansteorra.org/OP/op-names.php?search=Arthfael%20o%20Frynmawr&id=541 OP]

Lord [[Arthur FitzRichard]] - [http://heraldry.ansteorra.org/OP/op-names.php?search=Arthur%20FitzRichard&id=543 OP]

Honorable Lord [[Athelstan of Staffordshire]] - [http://heraldry.ansteorra.org/OP/op-names.php?search=Athelstan%20of%20Staffordshire&id=580 OP]: [http://lists.ansteorra.org/pipermail/ansteorra-ansteorra.org/1995-May/083664.html Kingdom Email List Notification]

His Excellency, Baron Steppes [[Aulus Allemanius Draconis]] - [http://heraldry.ansteorra.org/OP/op-names.php?search=Aulus%20Allemanius%20Draconis&id=595 OP]

Lady [[Avalonia Rue du Loch]] - [http://heraldry.ansteorra.org/OP/op-names.php?search=Avalonia%20Rue%20du%20Loch&id=605 OP]

Don [[Benedict Ashton]] - [http://heraldry.ansteorra.org/OP/op-names.php?search=Benedict%20Ashton&id=657 OP]

Lady [[Bianca Giovanni Bennetti Leilah]] - [https://op.ansteorra.org/people/id/676 OP]

HL [[Bice di Pietro]] - [http://heraldry.ansteorra.org/OP/op-names.php?search=Bice%20di%20Pietro&id=680 OP]

Baron Namron, Master [[Bjorn Magnusson Esping]] - [http://heraldry.ansteorra.org/OP/op-names.php?search=Bjorn%20Magnusson%20Esping&id=691 OP]

[[Bjorn Meaddranka]]

Lord [[Blaan Wilhelm von Bamburg]] - [https://op.ansteorra.org/people/id/694 OP]

Lord [[Blume the Mad]], also known as Andhvari - [http://heraldry.ansteorra.org/OP/op-names.php?search=Blume%20the%20Mad&id=706 OP]

Lord [[Bodvar Bogsveigir]] - [https://op.ansteorra.org/people/id/11316 OP]

Mistress [[Branwyn O'Brallaghan]] - [http://heraldry.ansteorra.org/OP/op-names.php?search=Branwyn%20O%27Brallaghan&id=734 OP]

Lord [[Brett MacNelly]] - [http://heraldry.ansteorra.org/OP/op-names.php?search=Brett%20MacNelly&id=762 OP]. [https://sandradodd.com/people/obituaries/brett SCA Obituary Page and Photo]

Her Excellency, Baroness [[Brianna ny Oran]] - [http://heraldry.ansteorra.org/OP/op-names.php?search=Brianna%20ny%20Oran&id=781 OP]

Sir [[Burke Kyriell MacDonald]], KSCA, OP - [https://op.ansteorra.org/people/id/834 OP]

Mistress [[Cadi ferch Bradwen]] - [http://heraldry.ansteorra.org/OP/op-names.php?search=Cadi%20ferch%20Bradwen&id=839 OP]

His Excellency, Baron [[Cadwallader the Crazed]] (Cad, to all who knew him) - [https://op.ansteorra.org/people/id/841 OP]

Lady [[Cairistiona nic Laren]] - [https://op.ansteorra.org/people/id/854 OP]

Honorable Lady [[Cairenn of Cu Ruadh Keep]] - [https://op.ansteorra.org/people/id/853 OP]

Mistress [[Caitlin Anna ni Sheanain]] - [https://op.ansteorra.org/people/id/857 OP]

Honorable Lady [[Caitlin Nan Cnoc Airghead]] - [https://op.ansteorra.org/people/id/866 OP]

Lord [[Caradoc of Bordermarch]] - [https://op.ansteorra.org/people/id/910 OP]

Lady [[Cassandra McCullom]] - [https://op.ansteorra.org/people/id/929 OP]

Lady [[Castellana del Mar]] - [https://heralds.westkingdom.org/Awards/individual.php?namecode=6907 OP]

Her Excellency, Mistress [[Catrin ferch Gwillym o Gonway]], OL - [http://op.ansteorra.org/people/id/974 OP]

Baroness [[Ceinwen ferch Rhuel]] - [https://op.ansteorra.org/people/id/1004 OP]

Honorable Lady [[Cerelia de Lacy of Sherborne]] - [https://op.ansteorra.org/people/id/1019 OP]

Honorable Lord [[Charles bar Sinister]] (Charlie the Bastard) - [https://op.ansteorra.org/people/id/1044 OP]

Lord [[Charles Corwinson]] - [https://op.ansteorra.org/people/id/1033 OP]

Sir [[Chiang Ti Lung]] - [https://op.ansteorra.org/people/id/1053 OP]

Don [[Christoforo Antonio Passavanti]] - [https://op.ansteorra.org/people/id/1073 OP] - [http://lists.ansteorra.org/pipermail/ansteorra-ansteorra.org/2009-February/146895.html Kingdom Email notification]

Lord [[Christopher Hamilton]] - [https://op.ansteorra.org/people/id/1082 OP]

Lord [[Cianan O'Domhnaill]] - [https://op.ansteorra.org/people/id/1098 OP]

Lord [[Ciaran Rhys O'Meara]] - [https://op.ansteorra.org/people/id/1106 OP]

Lady [[Clara Marschall]] (Carla of Gate's Edge) - [https://op.ansteorra.org/people/id/10222 OP]

Mistress [[Clare RosMuire St John]] - [https://op.ansteorra.org/people/id/1117 OP]

[[Conor Mac na Mara]]

Lady [[Cordelia Maeve Ahern]] - [https://op.ansteorra.org/people/id/1178 OP]

Lord [[Corwin de Starte]] - [https://op.ansteorra.org/people/id/1187 OP]

Mistress [[Custance nic Raibert Macconnachie]] - [https://op.ansteorra.org/people/id/1217 OP]

==D - F==

Lord [[Damian d'Outremer]] - [https://op.ansteorra.org/people/id/1255 OP]

Baroness [[Dana Mac an Ghabhann]] - [https://op.ansteorra.org/people/id/1265 OP]

His Lordship [[Daniel Stewart de Guthre]] - [https://op.ansteorra.org/people/id/1279 OP]

Lord [[David ben Leon]] - [https://op.ansteorra.org/people/id/1306 OP]

Lady [[Deidre of the Misty Glade]] - [https://op.ansteorra.org/people/id/1339 OP]

Lady [[Deirdre Sirdein ni Ciaran]] - [https://op.ansteorra.org/people/id/1347 OP]

Her Excellency, [[Dene Legh de Mortemer]] - [https://op.ansteorra.org/people/id/1355 OP]

Her Excellency, Baroness Eldern Hills [[Desiree de Champagne]] - [https://op.ansteorra.org/people/id/1369 OP]

Master [[Diarmait ua Dhuinn]], OL - [http://op.ansteorra.org/people/id/1387 OP]

Don [[Diarmuid mac Ruis]] - [https://op.ansteorra.org/people/id/1388 OP]

Sir [[Dietrich Kempenich von Eltz]] - [https://op.ansteorra.org/people/id/1398 OP]

Honorable Lord [[Dolfin of Cork]] - [https://op.ansteorra.org/people/id/1416 OP] - [http://lists.ansteorra.org/pipermail/ansteorra-ansteorra.org/2011-March/156467.html Kingdom Email List notification] and [http://lists.ansteorra.org/pipermail/ansteorra-ansteorra.org/2011-March/156549.html Funeral]

Milord [[Dragano Chavaleri]] - [https://op.ansteorra.org/people/id/6689 OP]

Countess [[Drusilla of Northumbria]] - [https://op.ansteorra.org/people/id/1462 OP]

Lord [[Duncan Phelan MacLeod]] - [https://op.ansteorra.org/people/id/1472 OP]

Mistress [[Dyan du lac des Calandres]] - [https://op.ansteorra.org/people/id/1486 OP]

Lady [[Dub Essa ingen ui Briain]] - [https://op.ansteorra.org/people/id/1463 OP]

[[Duffin Blindeagle]]

Mistress [[Dunstana Talana the Violet]] - [https://op.ansteorra.org/people/id/1482 OP]

Lord [[Eadric of Hastings]] - [https://op.ansteorra.org/people/id/1491 OP]

Master [[Edward d’Orleans]] - [https://op.ansteorra.org/people/id/1516 OP] - Announcement on the [http://lists.ansteorra.org/pipermail/ansteorra-ansteorra.org/1996-January/085413.html Kingdom Email list]

Don [[Don Edward Mercer]] - [[https://op.ansteorra.org/people/id/1520 OP] - [[Tales of Edward Mercer]]

Lord [[Egbert of Hastings]] - [https://op.ansteorra.org/people/id/1534 OP]

Mistress [[Eimile Seilide as Draeighean]] - [https://op.ansteorra.org/people/id/1543 OP]

Lord [[Einarr Thorbjarnarson]] - [https://op.ansteorra.org/people/id/1547 OP]

His Excellency, Baron [[Einar of Langfjord]], known as Vegtamr - [https://op.ansteorra.org/people/id/1545 OP]

Lady [[Elaine de Lyons]] - [https://op.ansteorra.org/people/id/1562 OP]

Her Excellency, Baroness [[Elisabeth Christianne de Calais]] - [https://op.ansteorra.org/people/id/1605 OP]

His Excellency, Sir [[Emrys Shaunnon]], Defender of the Dream - [https://op.ansteorra.org/people/id/1679 OP]

Lord [[Enda Ui Doncha]] - [https://op.ansteorra.org/people/id/11784 OP]

Mistress [[Eowyn ferch Rhys]] - [https://op.ansteorra.org/people/id/1687 OP]

Lord [[Eric Bentbow]] - [https://op.ansteorra.org/people/id/10854 OP]

Milord [[Eric Grayfox]]

Lord [[Erik Blackarrow]] - [https://op.ansteorra.org/people/id/1694 OP]

Lady [[Erika Arenvaldsdochter]] - [https://op.ansteorra.org/people/id/1723 OP]

Honorable Lord [[Evian Blackthorne]] - [https://op.ansteorra.org/people/id/1771 OP]

His Excellency, Baron [[Franklin Whitenhale of Cheshire]] - [https://op.ansteorra.org/people/id/10812 OP]

[[Fury Ban McMorn]]

==G - I==
Baron [[Gassion de Beaumarchais]] - [https://op.ansteorra.org/people/id/1922 OP]

Lord [[Gawin Pattison]] - [https://op.ansteorra.org/people/id/1928 OP]

Master [[Gaius Marcellus Librus Auklandus]]

Lord [[Geof Weakarm]] - [https://op.ansteorra.org/people/id/1951 OP]

Maestro [[Giovanni Lorenzo da Montefiori]], Lion of Ansteorra - [https://op.ansteorra.org/people/id/2028 OP]

Honorable Lord [[Gilbert ost Westley]] - [https://op.ansteorra.org/people/id/2002 OP] - [http://lists.ansteorra.org/pipermail/ansteorra-ansteorra.org/2018-February/084630.html Ansteorra Email List notification]

Mistress [[Ginevra Rodney]] - [https://op.ansteorra.org/people/id/2019 OP]

Mistress Gitana de Castile‎ – See [[Maria Helena la Gitana de Castile‎]], OP - [https://op.ansteorra.org/people/id/2036 OP]

Milady [[Giuliana Caterina Della Luna]]

Countess [[Gladwen of Ayelsford]] - [https://op.ansteorra.org/people/id/2038 OP]

Lord [[Graylond]] - [https://op.ansteorra.org/people/id/10285 OP]

Lord [[Gryffydd Mawr ap Rodri]] - [https://op.ansteorra.org/people/id/2089 OP]

Lord [[Gunnar Thordarsson]] - [https://op.ansteorra.org/people/id/2107 OP]

Lord [[Guy-Jen]] - [https://op.ansteorra.org/people/id/2126 OP]

Her Excellency, Baroness Wiesenfeuer [[Gwendylon of the Copper Beeches]] - [https://op.ansteorra.org/people/id/2140 OP]

Lady [[Gwenllian Brighid Hertewelle]] - [https://op.ansteorra.org/people/id/2145 OP]

Doña [[Gwenllian Gwalch Gaeaf]] - [https://op.ansteorra.org/people/id/2148 OP]

Mistress [[Gwilym y Fferill o Caer Lleuad]] - [https://op.ansteorra.org/people/id/2153 OP]

Honorable Lady [[Gwyneth of Dragon's Keepe]] - [https://op.ansteorra.org/people/id/2164 OP]

Lady [[Gwynllian merch Glyn]] - [https://op.ansteorra.org/people/id/2166 OP]

[[Gryffdd Mawr ap Rhodri]]

Lord [[Hakon Blackhart]] - [https://op.ansteorra.org/people/id/2179 OP]

Lord [[Harald One Eye]] - [https://op.ansteorra.org/people/id/2201 OP]

Lord [[Hatur Earn]] - [https://op.ansteorra.org/people/id/2211 OP]

Lord [[Hengist Redhand]] - [https://op.ansteorra.org/people/id/2240 OP]

Don [[Henri Molineaux]] - [https://op.ansteorra.org/people/id/2245 OP] - [http://lists.ansteorra.org/htdig.cgi/ansteorra-ansteorra.org/2009-November/150168.html Email List Notification]

Lord [[Hogan of the Shifting Sands]] - [https://op.ansteorra.org/people/id/2258 OP]

His Excellency, Baron [[Hossein Ali Qomi]], Lion of Ansteorra - [https://op.ansteorra.org/people/id/2270 OP]

Lord [[Iain MacWhealon]] - [https://op.ansteorra.org/people/id/2302 OP]

Sir [[Ian MacBaird]] - [https://op.ansteorra.org/people/id/2311 OP]

Lord [[Ian McCullom]] - [https://op.ansteorra.org/people/id/2317 OP]

[[Isebell of the Towers]]

Lady [[Isabella del Bosque]] - [https://op.ansteorra.org/people/id/2375 OP]

[[Ithrael ibn Ihsaan]]

His Excellency, Viscount [[Ivan Howard of Hightower]] - [https://op.ansteorra.org/people/id/2417 OP]

[[Ivar Arn Scraema]]

==J - L ==

Lord [[Jack the Happy]] of Brad Leah - [https://op.ansteorra.org/people/id/2436 OP]

Baroness [[Janais l'Orfeverie]] - [https://op.ansteorra.org/people/id/2480 OP]

Baroness [[Tales of Janet Virago Parva of House Morningstar|Janet Virago Parva]] of [[House Morningstar]] - [https://op.ansteorra.org/people/id/2485 OP]

Duke [[Jean Richard Malcolmson]] - [https://op.ansteorra.org/people/id/2516 OP]

Sir [[John the Plain of Shearn]] - [https://op.ansteorra.org/people/id/2615 OP]

His Grace, [[Jonathan DeLaufyson]] - [https://op.ansteorra.org/people/id/2629 OP]

Lord [[Joseph Erskine]] - [https://op.ansteorra.org/people/id/11509 OP]

His Excellency, Baron [[Jusric]] ("Just Rick") - [https://op.ansteorra.org/people/id/2699 OP] - [[Tales of Jusric]]

Sir [[Jurdi Throndsson]], known as Jord Jotan - [http://op.ansteorra.org/people/id/545 OP]

Lord [[Kalgon the Fumblefingered]] - [https://op.ansteorra.org/people/id/2717 OP]

Her Excellency, Baroness [[Katherine Constancia da Feltre]] - [https://op.ansteorra.org/people/id/2769 OP]

Lady [[Katherine le Flemyng]] - [https://op.ansteorra.org/people/id/2773 OP]

Lady [[Kathleen Davis McReynald]] - [https://op.ansteorra.org/people/id/2783 OP]

Countess [[Kemreth Danil]] - [https://op.ansteorra.org/people/id/2840 OP]

Lady [[Kendra Kenmare]] - [https://op.ansteorra.org/people/id/2844 OP] : Announcement on the [http://lists.ansteorra.org/pipermail/ansteorra-ansteorra.org/1995-October/084812.html Kingdom Email list]

Honorable Lady [[Khadija bint Umar]] - [https://op.ansteorra.org/people/id/2875 OP]

Her Excellency, Baroness [[Keigan of Ravensfaire]] - [https://op.ansteorra.org/people/id/2881 OP]

His Excellency, Baron [[Ladislaus de Brody]] - [https://records.gleannabhann.net/public/person.php?id=846 OP]

Lord [[Laurence d'Avranches]] - [https://op.ansteorra.org/people/id/2961 OP]

Centurion [[Lawrence the Rampant of Ram's Isle]] - [https://op.ansteorra.org/people/id/2969 OP]

His Excellency, Baron [[Leo Exiter the Wanderer]] - [https://op.ansteorra.org/people/id/2984 OP]

Lady [[Leonora d'Este Castiglione]] - [https://op.ansteorra.org/people/id/2991 OP]

Lady [[Liadan of Sparrowhaven]] - [https://op.ansteorra.org/people/id/3011 OP]

Honorable Lady [[Lorraine Fraser]] - [https://op.ansteorra.org/people/id/3068 OP]

Baroness [[Louise Elizabeth Mindenhale]] ("Weezie") - [https://op.ansteorra.org/people/id/3079 OP]

His Excellency, Master [[Lucais du Belier]], Lion of Ansteorra - [https://op.ansteorra.org/people/id/3085 OP]

==M - O==

Baroness [[Mairin ferch Howell]] - [https://op.ansteorra.org/people/id/3169 OP] / [http://lists.ansteorra.org/pipermail/ansteorra-ansteorra.org/2001-April/116409.html Announcement on the Kingdom Email List]

Mistress [[Mara MacNaughton]] - [https://op.ansteorra.org/people/id/3192 OP]

Countess [[Marguerite de la Croix]] - [https://op.ansteorra.org/people/id/3235 OP]

Mistress [[Maria Helena la Gitana de Castile‎]] - [https://op.ansteorra.org/people/id/2036 OP]

Honorable Lord [[Marke von Mainz]] - [https://op.ansteorra.org/people/id/3271 OP]

Lady [[Marsali Fox]] - [https://op.ansteorra.org/people/id/3277 OP]

Honorable Lord [[Martin Hart of Wells]] - [https://op.ansteorra.org/people/id/3286 OP]

Lady [[Mary McLaod]] - [https://op.ansteorra.org/people/id/3294 OP]

Baron [[Merfyn Gareth ap Mouric]] - [https://op.ansteorra.org/people/id/3385 OP]. [http://lists.ansteorra.org/htdig.cgi/ansteorra-announce2-ansteorra.org/2005-April/006889.html Announcement on the Kingdom Email List]

Lord [[Michael of Kendal]] - [https://op.ansteorra.org/people/id/3417 OP]

[[Michael Twin Cedars]]

Lord [[Michael vom Donau]] - [https://op.ansteorra.org/people/id/3430 OP]

Lord [[Morgan Axebreaker]] - [https://op.ansteorra.org/people/id/3511 OP]

Mouse The Jester - See: [[Namron]] Beltane 1993 story on [[NSTIW]]

Lord [[Muldana of Catchlove]] (Muldona of Maubla) - [https://op.ansteorra.org/people/id/3559 OP]

HL [[Muirenn inghean Chonaill]] - [https://op.ansteorra.org/people/id/3555 OP]

Her Excellency, [[Musashi no Domai]]/Gwenn the Lizard Keeper - [https://op.ansteorra.org/people/id/2167 OP]

Lord [[Nicholas Crispin]] - [https://op.ansteorra.org/people/id/3604 OP] (son of Sir William of Weir & Baroness Philippa Rookhaven)

Lord [[Nicholas Drake]] - [https://op.ansteorra.org/people/id/3605 OP]

Lady [[Nicolette le Bordress]] - [https://op.ansteorra.org/people/id/10697 OP]

Armiger [[Ogden the Blue]] - [https://op.ansteorra.org/people/id/3644 OP]

Sir [[Oliver the Faithful]] - [https://op.ansteorra.org/people/id/11202 OP]

Lord [[Omar the Turk]] - [https://op.ansteorra.org/people/id/3660 OP]

Lady [[Osanna de Burgh]] - [https://op.ansteorra.org/people/id/3670 OP]

Honorable Lord [[Owen Stott]] - [https://op.ansteorra.org/people/id/3694 OP]

==P - R==

His Grace, Duke [[Patrick Michael Gordonne]] - [https://op.ansteorra.org/people/id/3720 OP]

Honorable Lord [[Paedric O'Mullan]] - [https://op.ansteorra.org/people/id/3702 OP]

Baron [[Parnel Pashley Penhaligon]] - [https://op.ansteorra.org/people/id/3711 OP]

Lady [[Pegasus Devona]] - [https://op.ansteorra.org/people/id/10610 OP]

Lady [[Rachael Braeuer of the Black Forest]] - [https://op.ansteorra.org/people/id/3790 OP]

Lady [[Rachel de Narbonne]] - [https://op.ansteorra.org/people/id/11136 OP]

Honorable Lord [[Rafael Diego de Burgos]] - [https://op.ansteorra.org/people/id/3798/ OP]

His Excellency, Baron [[Ragan hinn Stilliligr]] - [https://op.ansteorra.org/people/id/3803 OP]

Lord [[Ralf of Oak Lawn the Oxhandler]] - [https://op.ansteorra.org/people/id/3824 OP]

Viscount Sir [[Randall von Nordlichwald]] - [https://op.ansteorra.org/people/id/3832 OP]

Lord [[Randwulf the Hermit]] - [https://op.ansteorra.org/people/id/3838 OP]

Master [[Ragnar Ulfgarsson]], Lion of Ansteorra - [https://op.ansteorra.org/people/id/3808 OP]

Lord [Reichart Steiner]] - [https://op.ansteorra.org/people/id/3872 OP]

Lord [[Rhys ap Emrys]] - [https://op.ansteorra.org/people/id/3906 OP]

Sir [[Tales of Riccardo di Pisa|Riccardo di Pisa]], Lion of Ansteorra - [https://op.ansteorra.org/people/id/3917 OP]

[[Rigel]] - Announcement on Kingdom Email list '''[http://lists.ansteorra.org/pipermail/ansteorra-ansteorra.org/1996-August/003752.html here].'''

Mistress [[Roane Fairegae of Lochlann]] - [https://op.ansteorra.org/people/id/3945 OP], [https://sandradodd.com/people/obituaries/roane SCA Obituaries Page]

Lord [[Robert Haddock]], Lord High Admiral of the Ansteorran Royal Navy - [https://op.ansteorra.org/people/id/3953 OP]

Sir [[Robert Hellmanstahl]] - [https://op.ansteorra.org/people/id/3954 OP]

Lady [[Robyn Smith]]

Honorable Lord [[Roger Redhand]] - [https://op.ansteorra.org/people/id/4001 OP]

Master [[Rognvaldr Tilbuinn]] - [https://op.ansteorra.org/people/id/4005 OP]

Lord [[Roland de Ruthven]] - [https://op.ansteorra.org/people/id/4012 OP]

Baroness [[Roselynde d'Angleterre]] - [https://op.ansteorra.org/people/id/4046 OP]

Master [[Rumil Fletcher]] - [https://op.ansteorra.org/people/id/4071 OP]

Honorable Lady [[Runa of the Thundering Herd]] - [https://op.ansteorra.org/people/id/10433 OP]

[[Rusty of House Arkham]]

==S - U==

Laird [[Sean of Argyll]] - [https://op.ansteorra.org/people/id/4166 OP]

Baroness Bryn Gwlad [[Seanna Catriona de Fraser]] - [https://op.ansteorra.org/people/id/4175 OP]

Lord [[Sebastian Eisenfaust]] - [https://op.ansteorra.org/people/id/4178 OP]

Lady [[Selva of the Treeless Plain]] - [https://op.ansteorra.org/people/id/4193 OP]

Lord [[Sharn Thurlon]] - [https://op.ansteorra.org/people/id/4236 OP]

Lady [[Shimizu Ariko]] - [https://op.ansteorra.org/people/id/4250 OP]

[[Siarades]]

Duchess [[Sieglinde Syr]], Lion of Ansteorra - [https://op.ansteorra.org/people/id/4259 OP] - [http://lists.ansteorra.org/pipermail/ansteorra-ansteorra.org/2012-June/078989.html Ansteorra Email List Announcement]

His Excellency, Count Sir [[Simonn of Amber Isle]], OP, OL, MOD, Defender of the Dream - [https://op.ansteorra.org/people/id/4284 OP]

Honorable Lady [[Siobhan nic an Baihrd]] - [https://op.ansteorra.org/people/id/4298 OP]

Lord [[Sion Glas]] - [https://op.ansteorra.org/people/id/4304 OP]

Lord Lord (2 AOA's) [[Soren Redhammer]] - [https://op.ansteorra.org/people/id/4327 OP]

Their Excellency, [[Starhelm Warlocke]] - [https://op.ansteorra.org/people/id/4335 OP]

Honorable Lord [[Steffan of the Tall Pines]] - [https://op.ansteorra.org/people/id/4342 OP]

Honorable Lord [[Stefan li Rous]] - [https://op.ansteorra.org/people/id/4339 OP]

Baron [[Subodai Khasar]] - [https://op.ansteorra.org/people/id/4369 OP]

Mistress [[Sula von Pferdenthal]], Mistress of the Pelican - [https://op.ansteorra.org/people/id/4371 OP]

Lady [[Susan of Bryn Gwlad]] - [https://op.ansteorra.org/people/id/4376 OP]

Laurel [[Talwyn Devana]] - [https://op.ansteorra.org/people/id/4422 OP]

Sir [[Tarl Mapt]] - [https://op.ansteorra.org/people/id/4448 OP]

Lord [[Tegwared MacAuley]] - [https://op.ansteorra.org/people/id/4467 OP]

Sir [[Terans den Sjofarende]] - [https://op.ansteorra.org/people/id/4475 OP]

Lord [[Terric Bearsmountain]] - [https://op.ansteorra.org/people/id/4484 OP]

Lord [[Terrick ap Owen]] - [https://op.ansteorra.org/people/id/10560 OP]

Honorable Lord [[Thomas of Conway]] - [https://op.ansteorra.org/people/id/4516 OP]

Lord [[Thoron Draconis]] - [https://op.ansteorra.org/people/id/4554 OP]

Centurion [[Thorvald Egilsson]] - [https://op.ansteorra.org/people/id/4560 OP]

Don [[Tivar Moondragon]], Master of the Pelican, Lion of Ansteorra - [https://op.ansteorra.org/people/id/4580 OP]

Lord [[Tycho Leksten]] - [https://op.ansteorra.org/people/id/10979 OP]

Milord [[Ulf Vestilde]]

Mistress [[Ulrica Bronwyn]], Mistress of the Pelican - [https://op.ansteorra.org/people/id/4643 OP]

Honorable Lord [[Ulrich von Budigen]] - [https://op.ansteorra.org/people/id/4646 OP]

Baron [[Ulrike the Frank]] - [https://op.ansteorra.org/people/id/4650 OP]

Baron [[Uriah Wolfstar]] - [https://op.ansteorra.org/people/id/4656 OP]

==V - Z==

Baroness [[Valencia Carlota Maria de Granada]] - [https://op.ansteorra.org/people/id/4671 OP]

Baroness [[Vashti of the Flaming Tresses]] - [https://op.ansteorra.org/people/id/4695 OP]

Milady [[Victoria Witcraft]] - [http://lists.ansteorra.org/pipermail/ansteorra-ansteorra.org/2008-May/143731.html Email list announcement]

Lord [[Vincenzo Cellini]] - [https://op.ansteorra.org/people/id/4711 OP]

Lord [[Vladimir von Bruen]], known as Bear - [https://op.ansteorra.org/people/id/4732 OP]

[[Wilhelm von Fingwraz]]

Lord [[Wilhelm von Oldenburg]] - [https://op.ansteorra.org/people/id/4763 OP]

Master [[William Blackfox]] - [https://op.ansteorra.org/people/id/4772 OP]

Baron [[William Fitzwalter of Wallingford]] - [https://op.ansteorra.org/people/id/4780 OP]

Lord [[William Fletcher of York]] - [https://op.ansteorra.org/people/id/4781 OP]

Lord [[William Black Dragon]] called Ironwyrm - [https://op.ansteorra.org/people/id/4784 OP]

Lord [[William of Dover]] - [https://op.ansteorra.org/people/id/4795 OP]

Lord [[William Meriic]] - [https://op.ansteorra.org/people/id/10403 OP]

Lord [[Yagsavoke Ulric Moonchild]] - [https://op.ansteorra.org/people/id/4855 OP]

Lord [[Yamakado Chogi no Yorikama]] - [https://op.ansteorra.org/people/id/4857 OP]

Honorable Lord [[Yorge the Lucky]] - [https://op.ansteorra.org/people/id/4867 OP]

Lady [[Zehle Dübel]] - [https://records.gleannabhann.net/public/person.php?id=1380 OP]

Lord [[Zared Lockwood]] - [https://op.ansteorra.org/people/id/4890 OP]

Honorable Lord [[Zoren Uff Eiren]] - [https://op.ansteorra.org/people/id/4902 OP]

[[Category:Articles]]
[[Category:Fallen Stars]]

Safiyya bint Khalid ibn Hamdun

2026-08-22T19:38:00Z

Zubeydah: /* Honorable Lady Safiyya bint Khalid ibn Hamdun, Candidate-Elect to the Order of the Pelican */

{{EXPAT
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| photocaption =
| location = An Tir, prev. [[Bryn Gwlad]]
| regname= [http://oanda.sca.org//oanda_name.cgi?p=Safiyya%20bint%20Khalid%20ibn%20Hamdun Safiyya bint Khalid ibn Hamdun]
| status = Active
| joindate = 1998
| OP = [https://op.ansteorra.org/people/id/11000 Safiyya bint Khalid ibn Hamdun] [https://op.antirheralds.org/index.php?char=S#P11108 An Tir OP]
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| devicecaption = Argent, a hand of Fatima inverted azure within a bordure sable semy of compass stars argent.
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==Her Excellency, Baroness Safiyya bint Khalid ibn Hamdun, Candidate-Elect to the Order of the Pelican==
Previously Known As: 
Nickname(s): 
Pronouns: 
 

====Additional Registered Heraldry:====
Badge: A hand of Fatima inverted azure charged with a compass star argent.
 

===Offices:===
* Local Offices Held
** [[Bryn Gwlad]] Scribal Guild Leader, December 2012 – January 2016
** Webminister – [[Bryn Gwlad]], July 2016 – July 2018
** Baroness-in-Fief - Barony of Dragon's Mist, Kingdom of An Tir

* Regional Offices Held
** Southern Regional Scribe, November 2016 – October 2018

* Kingdom Offices Held
** Star Signet, January 2019 - present
 

===Persona History:===
 

===Interests:===
* Calligraphy & Illumination 
* Embroidery 
* Roman clothing and accessories 
* Cooking 
* Administrative Service 
 

===Timeline of Activity:===
* 1998 - First event (Squires & Cadets Invitational, May 1998, [[Raven's Fort]])
* Played locally with [[Raven's Fort]] for ~3 years, went inactive for ~10 years
* Returned to active play 2012 [[Bryn Gwlad]] Fall Baronial
* First Noble's luncheon to cook - War of Ages 2013
* First Feast to steward - Candlemas 2015
* Head of Recruitment for Gulf War XXVIII and XXIX (2019 and 2020)
 

====Prior Groups:====
 

===Populace Provided Information:===
 

===Notable Contributions or Accomplishments:===
* Winner of Bryn Gwlad Iron Artisan Competition (with Kassandra de Haas and Osanna van der Linden, 2013
 

====Non-Armigerous Awards and Recognitions:====
* Muse of Bryn Gwlad
* Golden Martlet of Bryn Gwlad
 

===Affiliations:===
* Married to [[Rónán Fionn Ó Dubáin]]
* Protege to Baroness [[Elisaveta af Isefjord]], OP
* Member of [[Compagnia della Sprezzatura]]
* Member of [[Atelier Amati]]
 

===Mundane Information:===
 

====Special Needs:====
 

====In Case of Court:====
 

[[Category:Bryn Gwlad]]
[[Category:People]]
[[Category:Proteges]]
[[Category:Ex-Pats]]

Safiyya bint Khalid ibn Hamdun

2026-08-22T19:37:46Z

Zubeydah: /* Offices: */

{{EXPAT
|photo = [[File:Safiyya bint Khalid ibn Hamdun Portrait.jpg|x400px]]
| photocaption =
| location = An Tir, prev. [[Bryn Gwlad]]
| regname= [http://oanda.sca.org//oanda_name.cgi?p=Safiyya%20bint%20Khalid%20ibn%20Hamdun Safiyya bint Khalid ibn Hamdun]
| status = Active
| joindate = 1998
| OP = [https://op.ansteorra.org/people/id/11000 Safiyya bint Khalid ibn Hamdun] [https://op.antirheralds.org/index.php?char=S#P11108 An Tir OP]
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==Honorable Lady Safiyya bint Khalid ibn Hamdun, Candidate-Elect to the Order of the Pelican==
Previously Known As: 
Nickname(s): 
Pronouns: 
 

====Additional Registered Heraldry:====
Badge: A hand of Fatima inverted azure charged with a compass star argent.
 

===Offices:===
* Local Offices Held
** [[Bryn Gwlad]] Scribal Guild Leader, December 2012 – January 2016
** Webminister – [[Bryn Gwlad]], July 2016 – July 2018
** Baroness-in-Fief - Barony of Dragon's Mist, Kingdom of An Tir

* Regional Offices Held
** Southern Regional Scribe, November 2016 – October 2018

* Kingdom Offices Held
** Star Signet, January 2019 - present
 

===Persona History:===
 

===Interests:===
* Calligraphy & Illumination 
* Embroidery 
* Roman clothing and accessories 
* Cooking 
* Administrative Service 
 

===Timeline of Activity:===
* 1998 - First event (Squires & Cadets Invitational, May 1998, [[Raven's Fort]])
* Played locally with [[Raven's Fort]] for ~3 years, went inactive for ~10 years
* Returned to active play 2012 [[Bryn Gwlad]] Fall Baronial
* First Noble's luncheon to cook - War of Ages 2013
* First Feast to steward - Candlemas 2015
* Head of Recruitment for Gulf War XXVIII and XXIX (2019 and 2020)
 

====Prior Groups:====
 

===Populace Provided Information:===
 

===Notable Contributions or Accomplishments:===
* Winner of Bryn Gwlad Iron Artisan Competition (with Kassandra de Haas and Osanna van der Linden, 2013
 

====Non-Armigerous Awards and Recognitions:====
* Muse of Bryn Gwlad
* Golden Martlet of Bryn Gwlad
 

===Affiliations:===
* Married to [[Rónán Fionn Ó Dubáin]]
* Protege to Baroness [[Elisaveta af Isefjord]], OP
* Member of [[Compagnia della Sprezzatura]]
* Member of [[Atelier Amati]]
 

===Mundane Information:===
 

====Special Needs:====
 

====In Case of Court:====
 

[[Category:Bryn Gwlad]]
[[Category:People]]
[[Category:Proteges]]
[[Category:Ex-Pats]]

Safiyya bint Khalid ibn Hamdun

2026-08-22T18:50:59Z

Zubeydah:

{{EXPAT
|photo = [[File:Safiyya bint Khalid ibn Hamdun Portrait.jpg|x400px]]
| photocaption =
| location = An Tir, prev. [[Bryn Gwlad]]
| regname= [http://oanda.sca.org//oanda_name.cgi?p=Safiyya%20bint%20Khalid%20ibn%20Hamdun Safiyya bint Khalid ibn Hamdun]
| status = Active
| joindate = 1998
| OP = [https://op.ansteorra.org/people/id/11000 Safiyya bint Khalid ibn Hamdun] [https://op.antirheralds.org/index.php?char=S#P11108 An Tir OP]
| device = [[File:Safiyya Bint Khalid - V2.png|x400px]]
| devicecaption = Argent, a hand of Fatima inverted azure within a bordure sable semy of compass stars argent.
}}

==Honorable Lady Safiyya bint Khalid ibn Hamdun, Candidate-Elect to the Order of the Pelican==
Previously Known As: 
Nickname(s): 
Pronouns: 
 

====Additional Registered Heraldry:====
Badge: A hand of Fatima inverted azure charged with a compass star argent.
 

===Offices:===
* Local Offices Held
** [[Bryn Gwlad]] Scribal Guild Leader, December 2012 – January 2016
** Webminister – [[Bryn Gwlad]], July 2016 – July 2018

* Regional Offices Held
** Southern Regional Scribe, November 2016 – October 2018

* Kingdom Offices Held
** Star Signet, January 2019 - present
 

===Persona History:===
 

===Interests:===
* Calligraphy & Illumination 
* Embroidery 
* Roman clothing and accessories 
* Cooking 
* Administrative Service 
 

===Timeline of Activity:===
* 1998 - First event (Squires & Cadets Invitational, May 1998, [[Raven's Fort]])
* Played locally with [[Raven's Fort]] for ~3 years, went inactive for ~10 years
* Returned to active play 2012 [[Bryn Gwlad]] Fall Baronial
* First Noble's luncheon to cook - War of Ages 2013
* First Feast to steward - Candlemas 2015
* Head of Recruitment for Gulf War XXVIII and XXIX (2019 and 2020)
 

====Prior Groups:====
 

===Populace Provided Information:===
 

===Notable Contributions or Accomplishments:===
* Winner of Bryn Gwlad Iron Artisan Competition (with Kassandra de Haas and Osanna van der Linden, 2013
 

====Non-Armigerous Awards and Recognitions:====
* Muse of Bryn Gwlad
* Golden Martlet of Bryn Gwlad
 

===Affiliations:===
* Married to [[Rónán Fionn Ó Dubáin]]
* Protege to Baroness [[Elisaveta af Isefjord]], OP
* Member of [[Compagnia della Sprezzatura]]
* Member of [[Atelier Amati]]
 

===Mundane Information:===
 

====Special Needs:====
 

====In Case of Court:====
 

[[Category:Bryn Gwlad]]
[[Category:People]]
[[Category:Proteges]]
[[Category:Ex-Pats]]

Fallen Stars of Ansteorra

2026-08-15T19:10:34Z

Zubeydah: changes provided by Mistress Briony

We have lost many bright Stars of Ansteorra over the years. This page is for all of them. 

===History of the Rolls of the Fallen Stars===
At our Argent Anniversary, the names of 47 armigerous Ansteorrans was read aloud by HL [[Snorri Hallson]]. His words were: "Thus follows a list of 47 armigerous Ansteorrans who have departed this life. Know them all, be they Royalty or simple armiger, that with their passing we have lost forever some part of the spirit of Ansteorra."

Since that time, we have lost many others from our ranks. Where possible, they are listed here. If you know of a name that should be added to this roll, please contact the wiki administrator, Zubeydah al-Badawiyyah, at: [mailto:Zubeydah@gmail.com Zubeydah@gmail.com]

'''**Please Note: In the case of the deceased - if they did not authorize a Personal wiki page during their lifetimes, we must have the written consent of their estate/heirs to create one. However, we CAN collect stories about our Fallen Stars, to lighten our sorrow with such good memories. Please feel free to email them to the wiki administrator.** '''

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==A - C==
Lord [[Aarion Kyrkwood Mountain-Gate of Amberglade]] - [http://heraldry.ansteorra.org/OP/op-names.php?search=Aarion%20Kyrkwood%20Mountain-Gate%20of%20Amberglade&id=2 OP]

Sheik [[Abdullah Mohammed ben al a Assani]] - [https://op.ansteorra.org/people/id/16 OP]

Baroness [[Adelicia Brabent of Twyce Holey Wood]] - [http://heraldry.ansteorra.org/OP/op-names.php?search=Adelicia%20Brabant&id=38 OP]

Lady [[Lady Adriana Margherita di Betto]] - [http://heraldry.ansteorra.org/OP/op-names.php?search=Adriana%20Margherita%20di%20Betto&id=52 OP]

Milord [[Aed Vilhialmsson]]

Lord [[Aelwyn of Alburn]] - [http://heraldry.ansteorra.org/OP/op-names.php?search=Aelwyn%20of%20Alburn&id=73 OP] : [http://lists.ansteorra.org/pipermail/ansteorra-ansteorra.org/2011-June/157630.html Ansteorran Email List notification]

His Excellency, Master [[Aethelstan Aethelmearson]] - [http://heraldry.ansteorra.org/OP/op-names.php?search=Aethelstan%20Aethelmearson&id=79 OP]

Honorable Lady [[Agostina Elisabetta da San Germano]] - [http://heraldry.ansteorra.org/OP/op-names.php?search=Agostina%20Elisabetta%20da%20San%20Germano&id=10475 OP]

Honorable Lady [[Aidan Aileran O'Comhraidhe]] - [http://heraldry.ansteorra.org/OP/op-names.php?search=Aidan%20Aileran%20O%27Comhraidhe&id=93 OP]

Lady [[Aislinn of Cravenhest]] - [http://heraldry.ansteorra.org/OP/op-names.php?search=Aislinn%20of%20Cravenhest&id=120 OP]

Lord [[Alan MacRonan MacCalum]] - [http://heraldry.ansteorra.org/OP/op-names.php?search=Alan%20MacRonan%20MacCalum&id=130 OP]

Don [[Alaric Greythorn of Glen Mor]] - [http://heraldry.ansteorra.org/OP/op-names.php?search=Alaric%20Greythorn%20of%20Glen%20Mor&id=140 OP]

His Excellency, Baron [[Alcuin of Argyle]] - [http://heraldry.ansteorra.org/OP/op-names.php?search=Alcuin%20of%20Argyle&id=159 OP]

Lady [[Aldis Brunisdottir]] - [https://op.ansteorra.org/people/id/166 OP]

Honorable Lady [[Aleana o'r Gorwydd Serennog]] - [http://heraldry.ansteorra.org/OP/op-names.php?search=Aleana%20o%27r%20Gorwydd%20Serennog&id=172 OP]

Lord [[Aleric Ironleg]] - [https://op.ansteorra.org/people/id/178 OP]

Lady [[Alexandra Bentbow]] - [http://heraldry.ansteorra.org/OP/op-names.php?search=Alexandra%20Bentbow&id=10855 OP]

Her Excellency, [[Alix de Curci]]/Morag, Baroness Raven's Fort - [https://op.ansteorra.org/people/id/234 OP]

Lord [[Allon McBain]] - [https://op.ansteorra.org/people/id/243 OP]

Lord [[Alton Le Peto]], Captain of Alton's Company - [https://op.ansteorra.org/people/id/257 OP]

Mistress [[Alys Carvelsdatter]] - [http://heraldry.ansteorra.org/OP/op-names.php?search=Alys%20Carvelsdatter&id=262 OP]

Milady [[Amarynth Imrae Rhys]]

Lord [[Ambrose Blackwood]] - [https://op.ansteorra.org/people/id/289 OP]

Baroness [[Ana Maria de Mercedes de Cerdanya]] - [http://heraldry.ansteorra.org/OP/op-names.php?search=Mercedes%20de%20Cerdanya&id=304 OP]

Mistress [[Anastacia Marie Travarra]] - [http://heraldry.ansteorra.org/OP/op-names.php?search=Anastacia%20Marie%20Travarra&id=309 OP]

Honorable Lord [[Anebairn MacPharlaine of Arrochar]] - [http://heraldry.ansteorra.org/OP/op-names.php?search=Anebairn%20MacPharlaine%20of%20Arrochar&id=332 OP]

Her Excellency, Baroness [[Angharad Rhonwen of Caerleon]] - [http://heraldry.ansteorra.org/OP/op-names.php?search=Angharad%20Rhonwen%20of%20Caerleon&id=353 OP]

Her Excellency, Baroness [[Anna Stitcher]] - [https://op.ansteorra.org/people/id/393 OP]

Countess [[Anora Frayne of Winward]] - [http://heraldry.ansteorra.org/OP/op-names.php?search=Anora%20Frayne%20of%20Winward&id=421 OP]

Honorable Lord [[Antigonus Bearbait]] - [http://heraldry.ansteorra.org/OP/op-names.php?search=Antigonus%20Bearbait&id=430 OP]

Master [[Aodhan Ite an Fhithich]] - [https://op.ansteorra.org/people/id/453 OP]

Honorable Lady [[Arabella de Montecute]] - [https://op.ansteorra.org/people/id/469 OP]

Master [[Arachna the Red]] - [http://heraldry.ansteorra.org/OP/op-names.php?search=Arachne%20the%20Red&id=473 OP]

Lady [[Arianna of Greytower]] - [http://heraldry.ansteorra.org/OP/op-names.php?search=Arianna%20of%20Greytower&id=492 OP]

Lord [[Arlen Tyrell MacWard]] - [http://heraldry.ansteorra.org/OP/op-names.php?search=Arlen%20Tyrell%20MacWard&id=515 OP]

Mistress [[Arlene the Soother]] - [http://heraldry.ansteorra.org/OP/op-names.php?search=Arlene%20the%20Soother&id=516 OP]

Lady [[Arnbiorg Nic an Ghabhann]] - [http://heraldry.ansteorra.org/OP/op-names.php?search=Arnbiorg%20Nic%20an%20Ghabhann&id=526 OP] : Announcement on the Kingdom Email list of his passing: '''[http://lists.ansteorra.org/pipermail/ansteorra-ansteorra.org/1996-August/086522.html here].'''

Honorable Lord [[Arnbjorn Sprakkaleggr]] - [https://op.ansteorra.org/people/id/528 OP]

Honorable Lord [[Artair MacMora]] - [http://heraldry.ansteorra.org/OP/op-names.php?search=Artair%20MacMora&id=538 OP]

His Excellency, Baron Eldern Hills [[Arthfael o Frynmawr]] - [http://heraldry.ansteorra.org/OP/op-names.php?search=Arthfael%20o%20Frynmawr&id=541 OP]

Lord [[Arthur FitzRichard]] - [http://heraldry.ansteorra.org/OP/op-names.php?search=Arthur%20FitzRichard&id=543 OP]

Honorable Lord [[Athelstan of Staffordshire]] - [http://heraldry.ansteorra.org/OP/op-names.php?search=Athelstan%20of%20Staffordshire&id=580 OP]: [http://lists.ansteorra.org/pipermail/ansteorra-ansteorra.org/1995-May/083664.html Kingdom Email List Notification]

His Excellency, Baron Steppes [[Aulus Allemanius Draconis]] - [http://heraldry.ansteorra.org/OP/op-names.php?search=Aulus%20Allemanius%20Draconis&id=595 OP]

Lady [[Avalonia Rue du Loch]] - [http://heraldry.ansteorra.org/OP/op-names.php?search=Avalonia%20Rue%20du%20Loch&id=605 OP]

Don [[Benedict Ashton]] - [http://heraldry.ansteorra.org/OP/op-names.php?search=Benedict%20Ashton&id=657 OP]

Lady [[Bianca Giovanni Bennetti Leilah]] - [https://op.ansteorra.org/people/id/676 OP]

HL [[Bice di Pietro]] - [http://heraldry.ansteorra.org/OP/op-names.php?search=Bice%20di%20Pietro&id=680 OP]

Baron Namron, Master [[Bjorn Magnusson Esping]] - [http://heraldry.ansteorra.org/OP/op-names.php?search=Bjorn%20Magnusson%20Esping&id=691 OP]

[[Bjorn Meaddranka]]

Lord [[Blaan Wilhelm von Bamburg]] - [https://op.ansteorra.org/people/id/694 OP]

Lord [[Blume the Mad]], also known as Andhvari - [http://heraldry.ansteorra.org/OP/op-names.php?search=Blume%20the%20Mad&id=706 OP]

Lord [[Bodvar Bogsveigir]] - [https://op.ansteorra.org/people/id/11316 OP]

Mistress [[Branwyn O'Brallaghan]] - [http://heraldry.ansteorra.org/OP/op-names.php?search=Branwyn%20O%27Brallaghan&id=734 OP]

Lord [[Brett MacNelly]] - [http://heraldry.ansteorra.org/OP/op-names.php?search=Brett%20MacNelly&id=762 OP]. [https://sandradodd.com/people/obituaries/brett SCA Obituary Page and Photo]

Her Excellency, Baroness [[Brianna ny Oran]] - [http://heraldry.ansteorra.org/OP/op-names.php?search=Brianna%20ny%20Oran&id=781 OP]

Sir [[Burke Kyriell MacDonald]], KSCA, OP - [https://op.ansteorra.org/people/id/834 OP]

Mistress [[Cadi ferch Bradwen]] - [http://heraldry.ansteorra.org/OP/op-names.php?search=Cadi%20ferch%20Bradwen&id=839 OP]

His Excellency, Baron [[Cadwallader the Crazed]] (Cad, to all who knew him) - [https://op.ansteorra.org/people/id/841 OP]

Lady [[Cairistiona nic Laren]] - [https://op.ansteorra.org/people/id/854 OP]

Honorable Lady [[Cairenn of Cu Ruadh Keep]] - [https://op.ansteorra.org/people/id/853 OP]

Mistress [[Caitlin Anna ni Sheanain]] - [https://op.ansteorra.org/people/id/857 OP]

Honorable Lady [[Caitlin Nan Cnoc Airghead]] - [https://op.ansteorra.org/people/id/866 OP]

Lord [[Caradoc of Bordermarch]] - [https://op.ansteorra.org/people/id/910 OP]

Lady [[Cassandra McCullom]] - [https://op.ansteorra.org/people/id/929 OP]

Lady [[Castellana del Mar]] - [https://heralds.westkingdom.org/Awards/individual.php?namecode=6907 OP]

Her Excellency, Mistress [[Catrin ferch Gwillym o Gonway]], OL - [http://op.ansteorra.org/people/id/974 OP]

Baroness [[Ceinwen ferch Rhuel]] - [https://op.ansteorra.org/people/id/1004 OP]

Honorable Lady [[Cerelia de Lacy of Sherborne]] - [https://op.ansteorra.org/people/id/1019 OP]

Honorable Lord [[Charles bar Sinister]] (Charlie the Bastard) - [https://op.ansteorra.org/people/id/1044 OP]

Lord [[Charles Corwinson]] - [https://op.ansteorra.org/people/id/1033 OP]

Sir [[Chiang Ti Lung]] - [https://op.ansteorra.org/people/id/1053 OP]

Don [[Christoforo Antonio Passavanti]] - [https://op.ansteorra.org/people/id/1073 OP] - [http://lists.ansteorra.org/pipermail/ansteorra-ansteorra.org/2009-February/146895.html Kingdom Email notification]

Lord [[Christopher Hamilton]] - [https://op.ansteorra.org/people/id/1082 OP]

Lord [[Cianan O'Domhnaill]] - [https://op.ansteorra.org/people/id/1098 OP]

Lord [[Ciaran Rhys O'Meara]] - [https://op.ansteorra.org/people/id/1106 OP]

Lady [[Clara Marschall]] (Carla of Gate's Edge) - [https://op.ansteorra.org/people/id/10222 OP]

Mistress [[Clare RosMuire St John]] - [https://op.ansteorra.org/people/id/1117 OP]

[[Conor Mac na Mara]]

Lady [[Cordelia Maeve Ahern]] - [https://op.ansteorra.org/people/id/1178 OP]

Lord [[Corwin de Starte]] - [https://op.ansteorra.org/people/id/1187 OP]

Mistress [[Custance nic Raibert Macconnachie]] - [https://op.ansteorra.org/people/id/1217 OP]

==D - F==

Lord [[Damian d'Outremer]] - [https://op.ansteorra.org/people/id/1255 OP]

Baroness [[Dana Mac an Ghabhann]] - [https://op.ansteorra.org/people/id/1265 OP]

His Lordship [[Daniel Stewart de Guthre]] - [https://op.ansteorra.org/people/id/1279 OP]

Lord [[David ben Leon]] - [https://op.ansteorra.org/people/id/1306 OP]

Lady [[Deidre of the Misty Glade]] - [https://op.ansteorra.org/people/id/1339 OP]

Lady [[Deirdre Sirdein ni Ciaran]] - [https://op.ansteorra.org/people/id/1347 OP]

Her Excellency, [[Dene Legh de Mortemer]] - [https://op.ansteorra.org/people/id/1355 OP]

Her Excellency, Baroness Eldern Hills [[Desiree de Champagne]] - [https://op.ansteorra.org/people/id/1369 OP]

Master [[Diarmait ua Dhuinn]], OL - [http://op.ansteorra.org/people/id/1387 OP]

Don [[Diarmuid mac Ruis]] - [https://op.ansteorra.org/people/id/1388 OP]

Sir [[Dietrich Kempenich von Eltz]] - [https://op.ansteorra.org/people/id/1398 OP]

Honorable Lord [[Dolfin of Cork]] - [https://op.ansteorra.org/people/id/1416 OP] - [http://lists.ansteorra.org/pipermail/ansteorra-ansteorra.org/2011-March/156467.html Kingdom Email List notification] and [http://lists.ansteorra.org/pipermail/ansteorra-ansteorra.org/2011-March/156549.html Funeral]

Milord [[Dragano Chavaleri]] - [https://op.ansteorra.org/people/id/6689 OP]

Countess [[Drusilla of Northumbria]] - [https://op.ansteorra.org/people/id/1462 OP]

Lord [[Duncan Phelan MacLeod]] - [https://op.ansteorra.org/people/id/1472 OP]

Mistress [[Dyan du lac des Calandres]] - [https://op.ansteorra.org/people/id/1486 OP]

Lady [[Dub Essa ingen ui Briain]] - [https://op.ansteorra.org/people/id/1463 OP]

[[Duffin Blindeagle]]

Mistress [[Dunstana Talana the Violet]] - [https://op.ansteorra.org/people/id/1482 OP]

Lord [[Eadric of Hastings]] - [https://op.ansteorra.org/people/id/1491 OP]

Master [[Edward d’Orleans]] - [https://op.ansteorra.org/people/id/1516 OP] - Announcement on the [http://lists.ansteorra.org/pipermail/ansteorra-ansteorra.org/1996-January/085413.html Kingdom Email list]

Don [[Don Edward Mercer]] - [[https://op.ansteorra.org/people/id/1520 OP] - [[Tales of Edward Mercer]]

Lord [[Egbert of Hastings]] - [https://op.ansteorra.org/people/id/1534 OP]

Mistress [[Eimile Seilide as Draeighean]] - [https://op.ansteorra.org/people/id/1543 OP]

Lord [[Einarr Thorbjarnarson]] - [https://op.ansteorra.org/people/id/1547 OP]

His Excellency, Baron [[Einar of Langfjord]], known as Vegtamr - [https://op.ansteorra.org/people/id/1545 OP]

Lady [[Elaine de Lyons]] - [https://op.ansteorra.org/people/id/1562 OP]

Her Excellency, Baroness [[Elisabeth Christianne de Calais]] - [https://op.ansteorra.org/people/id/1605 OP]

His Excellency, Sir [[Emrys Shaunnon]], Defender of the Dream - [https://op.ansteorra.org/people/id/1679 OP]

Lord [[Enda Ui Doncha]] - [https://op.ansteorra.org/people/id/11784 OP]

Mistress [[Eowyn ferch Rhys]] - [https://op.ansteorra.org/people/id/1687 OP]

Lord [[Eric Bentbow]] - [https://op.ansteorra.org/people/id/10854 OP]

Milord [[Eric Grayfox]]

Lord [[Erik Blackarrow]] - [https://op.ansteorra.org/people/id/1694 OP]

Lady [[Erika Arenvaldsdochter]] - [https://op.ansteorra.org/people/id/1723 OP]

Honorable Lord [[Evian Blackthorne]] - [https://op.ansteorra.org/people/id/1771 OP]

His Excellency, Baron [[Franklin Whitenhale of Cheshire]] - [https://op.ansteorra.org/people/id/10812 OP]

[[Fury Ban McMorn]]

==G - I==
Baron [[Gassion de Beaumarchais]] - [https://op.ansteorra.org/people/id/1922 OP]

Lord [[Gawin Pattison]] - [https://op.ansteorra.org/people/id/1928 OP]

Master [[Gaius Marcellus Librus Auklandus]]

Lord [[Geof Weakarm]] - [https://op.ansteorra.org/people/id/1951 OP]

Maestro [[Giovanni Lorenzo da Montefiori]], Lion of Ansteorra - [https://op.ansteorra.org/people/id/2028 OP]

Honorable Lord [[Gilbert ost Westley]] - [https://op.ansteorra.org/people/id/2002 OP] - [http://lists.ansteorra.org/pipermail/ansteorra-ansteorra.org/2018-February/084630.html Ansteorra Email List notification]

Mistress [[Ginevra Rodney]] - [https://op.ansteorra.org/people/id/2019 OP]

Mistress Gitana de Castile‎ – See [[Maria Helena la Gitana de Castile‎]], OP - [https://op.ansteorra.org/people/id/2036 OP]

Milady [[Giuliana Caterina Della Luna]]

Countess [[Gladwen of Ayelsford]] - [https://op.ansteorra.org/people/id/2038 OP]

Lord [[Graylond]] - [https://op.ansteorra.org/people/id/10285 OP]

Lord [[Gryffydd Mawr ap Rodri]] - [https://op.ansteorra.org/people/id/2089 OP]

Lord [[Gunnar Thordarsson]] - [https://op.ansteorra.org/people/id/2107 OP]

Lord [[Guy-Jen]] - [https://op.ansteorra.org/people/id/2126 OP]

Her Excellency, Baroness Wiesenfeuer [[Gwendylon of the Copper Beeches]] - [https://op.ansteorra.org/people/id/2140 OP]

Lady [[Gwenllian Brighid Hertewelle]] - [https://op.ansteorra.org/people/id/2145 OP]

Doña [[Gwenllian Gwalch Gaeaf]] - [https://op.ansteorra.org/people/id/2148 OP]

Mistress [[Gwilym y Fferill o Caer Lleuad]] - [https://op.ansteorra.org/people/id/2153 OP]

Honorable Lady [[Gwyneth of Dragon's Keepe]] - [https://op.ansteorra.org/people/id/2164 OP]

Lady [[Gwynllian merch Glyn]] - [https://op.ansteorra.org/people/id/2166 OP]

[[Gryffdd Mawr ap Rhodri]]

Lord [[Hakon Blackhart]] - [https://op.ansteorra.org/people/id/2179 OP]

Lord [[Harald One Eye]] - [https://op.ansteorra.org/people/id/2201 OP]

Lord [[Hatur Earn]] - [https://op.ansteorra.org/people/id/2211 OP]

Lord [[Hengist Redhand]] - [https://op.ansteorra.org/people/id/2240 OP]

Don [[Henri Molineaux]] - [https://op.ansteorra.org/people/id/2245 OP] - [http://lists.ansteorra.org/htdig.cgi/ansteorra-ansteorra.org/2009-November/150168.html Email List Notification]

Lord [[Hogan of the Shifting Sands]] - [https://op.ansteorra.org/people/id/2258 OP]

His Excellency, Baron [[Hossein Ali Qomi]], Lion of Ansteorra - [https://op.ansteorra.org/people/id/2270 OP]

Lord [[Iain MacWhealon]] - [https://op.ansteorra.org/people/id/2302 OP]

Sir [[Ian MacBaird]] - [https://op.ansteorra.org/people/id/2311 OP]

Lord [[Ian McCullom]] - [https://op.ansteorra.org/people/id/2317 OP]

[[Isebell of the Towers]]

Lady [[Isabella del Bosque]] - [https://op.ansteorra.org/people/id/2375 OP]

[[Ithrael ibn Ihsaan]]

His Excellency, Viscount [[Ivan Howard of Hightower]] - [https://op.ansteorra.org/people/id/2417 OP]

[[Ivar Arn Scraema]]

==J - L ==

Lord [[Jack the Happy]] of Brad Leah - [https://op.ansteorra.org/people/id/2436 OP]

Baroness [[Janais l'Orfeverie]] - [https://op.ansteorra.org/people/id/2480 OP]

Baroness [[Tales of Janet Virago Parva of House Morningstar|Janet Virago Parva]] of [[House Morningstar]] - [https://op.ansteorra.org/people/id/2485 OP]

Duke [[Jean Richard Malcolmson]] - [https://op.ansteorra.org/people/id/2516 OP]

Sir [[John the Plain of Shearn]] - [https://op.ansteorra.org/people/id/2615 OP]

His Grace, [[Jonathan DeLaufyson]] - [https://op.ansteorra.org/people/id/2629 OP]

Lord [[Joseph Erskine]] - [https://op.ansteorra.org/people/id/11509 OP]

His Excellency, Baron [[Jusric]] ("Just Rick") - [https://op.ansteorra.org/people/id/2699 OP] - [[Tales of Jusric]]

Sir [[Jurdi Throndsson]], known as Jord Jotan - [http://op.ansteorra.org/people/id/545 OP]

Lord [[Kalgon the Fumblefingered]] - [https://op.ansteorra.org/people/id/2717 OP]

Her Excellency, Baroness [[Katherine Constancia da Feltre]] - [https://op.ansteorra.org/people/id/2769 OP]

Lady [[Katherine le Flemyng]] - [https://op.ansteorra.org/people/id/2773 OP]

Lady [[Kathleen Davis McReynald]] - [https://op.ansteorra.org/people/id/2783 OP]

Countess [[Kemreth Danil]] - [https://op.ansteorra.org/people/id/2840 OP]

Lady [[Kendra Kenmare]] - [https://op.ansteorra.org/people/id/2844 OP] : Announcement on the [http://lists.ansteorra.org/pipermail/ansteorra-ansteorra.org/1995-October/084812.html Kingdom Email list]

Honorable Lady [[Khadija bint Umar]] - [https://op.ansteorra.org/people/id/2875 OP]

Her Excellency, Baroness [[Keigan of Ravensfaire]] - [https://op.ansteorra.org/people/id/2881 OP]

His Excellency, Baron [[Ladislaus de Brody]] - [https://records.gleannabhann.net/public/person.php?id=846 OP]

Lord [[Laurence d'Avranches]] - [https://op.ansteorra.org/people/id/2961 OP]

Centurion [[Lawrence the Rampant of Ram's Isle]] - [https://op.ansteorra.org/people/id/2969 OP]

His Excellency, Baron [[Leo Exiter the Wanderer]] - [https://op.ansteorra.org/people/id/2984 OP]

Lady [[Leonora d'Este Castiglione]] - [https://op.ansteorra.org/people/id/2991 OP]

Lady [[Liadan of Sparrowhaven]] - [https://op.ansteorra.org/people/id/3011 OP]

Honorable Lady [[Lorraine Fraser]] - [https://op.ansteorra.org/people/id/3068 OP]

Baroness [[Louise Elizabeth Mindenhale]] ("Weezie") - [https://op.ansteorra.org/people/id/3079 OP]

His Excellency, Master [[Lucais du Belier]], Lion of Ansteorra - [https://op.ansteorra.org/people/id/3085 OP]

==M - O==

Baroness [[Mairin ferch Howell]] - [https://op.ansteorra.org/people/id/3169 OP] / [http://lists.ansteorra.org/pipermail/ansteorra-ansteorra.org/2001-April/116409.html Announcement on the Kingdom Email List]

Mistress [[Mara MacNaughton]] - [https://op.ansteorra.org/people/id/3192 OP]

Countess [[Marguerite de la Croix]] - [https://op.ansteorra.org/people/id/3235 OP]

Mistress [[Maria Helena la Gitana de Castile‎]] - [https://op.ansteorra.org/people/id/2036 OP]

Honorable Lord [[Marke von Mainz]] - [https://op.ansteorra.org/people/id/3271 OP]

Lady [[Marsali Fox]] - [https://op.ansteorra.org/people/id/3277 OP]

Honorable Lord [[Martin Hart of Wells]] - [https://op.ansteorra.org/people/id/3286 OP]

Lady [[Mary McLaod]] - [https://op.ansteorra.org/people/id/3294 OP]

Baron [[Merfyn Gareth ap Mouric]] - [https://op.ansteorra.org/people/id/3385 OP]. [http://lists.ansteorra.org/htdig.cgi/ansteorra-announce2-ansteorra.org/2005-April/006889.html Announcement on the Kingdom Email List]

Lord [[Michael of Kendal]] - [https://op.ansteorra.org/people/id/3417 OP]

[[Michael Twin Cedars]]

Lord [[Michael vom Donau]] - [https://op.ansteorra.org/people/id/3430 OP]

Lord [[Morgan Axebreaker]] - [https://op.ansteorra.org/people/id/3511 OP]

Mouse The Jester - See: [[Namron]] Beltane 1993 story on [[NSTIW]]

Lord [[Muldana of Catchlove]] (Muldona of Maubla) - [https://op.ansteorra.org/people/id/3559 OP]

HL [[Muirenn inghean Chonaill]] - [https://op.ansteorra.org/people/id/3555 OP]

Her Excellency, [[Musashi no Domai]]/Gwenn the Lizard Keeper - [https://op.ansteorra.org/people/id/2167 OP]

Lord [[Nicholas Crispin]] - [https://op.ansteorra.org/people/id/3604 OP] (son of Sir William of Weir & Baroness Philippa Rookhaven)

Lord [[Nicholas Drake]] - [https://op.ansteorra.org/people/id/3605 OP]

Lady [[Nicolette le Bordress]] - [https://op.ansteorra.org/people/id/10697 OP]

Armiger [[Ogden the Blue]] - [https://op.ansteorra.org/people/id/3644 OP]

Sir [[Oliver the Faithful]] - [https://op.ansteorra.org/people/id/11202 OP]

Lord [[Omar the Turk]] - [https://op.ansteorra.org/people/id/3660 OP]

Lady [[Osanna de Burgh]] - [https://op.ansteorra.org/people/id/3670 OP]

Honorable Lord [[Owen Stott]] - [https://op.ansteorra.org/people/id/3694 OP]

==P - R==

His Grace, Duke [[Patrick Michael Gordonne]] - [https://op.ansteorra.org/people/id/3720 OP]

Honorable Lord [[Paedric O'Mullan]] - [https://op.ansteorra.org/people/id/3702 OP]

Baron [[Parnel Pashley Penhaligon]] - [https://op.ansteorra.org/people/id/3711 OP]

Lady [[Pegasus Devona]] - [https://op.ansteorra.org/people/id/10610 OP]

Lady [[Rachael Braeuer of the Black Forest]] - [https://op.ansteorra.org/people/id/3790 OP]

Lady [[Rachel de Narbonne]] - [https://op.ansteorra.org/people/id/11136 OP]

Honorable Lord [[Rafael Diego de Burgos]] - [https://op.ansteorra.org/people/id/3798/ OP]

His Excellency, Baron [[Ragan hinn Stilliligr]] - [https://op.ansteorra.org/people/id/3803 OP]

Lord [[Ralf of Oak Lawn the Oxhandler]] - [https://op.ansteorra.org/people/id/3824 OP]

Viscount Sir [[Randall von Nordlichwald]] - [https://op.ansteorra.org/people/id/3832 OP]

Lord [[Randwulf the Hermit]] - [https://op.ansteorra.org/people/id/3838 OP]

Master [[Ragnar Ulfgarsson]], Lion of Ansteorra - [https://op.ansteorra.org/people/id/3808 OP]

Lord [Reichart Steiner]] - [https://op.ansteorra.org/people/id/3872 OP]

Lord [[Rhys ap Emrys]] - [https://op.ansteorra.org/people/id/3906 OP]

Sir [[Tales of Riccardo di Pisa|Riccardo di Pisa]], Lion of Ansteorra - [https://op.ansteorra.org/people/id/3917 OP]

[[Rigel]] - Announcement on Kingdom Email list '''[http://lists.ansteorra.org/pipermail/ansteorra-ansteorra.org/1996-August/003752.html here].'''

Mistress [[Roane Fairegae of Lochlann]] - [https://op.ansteorra.org/people/id/3945 OP], [https://sandradodd.com/people/obituaries/roane SCA Obituaries Page]

Lord [[Robert Haddock]], Lord High Admiral of the Ansteorran Royal Navy - [https://op.ansteorra.org/people/id/3953 OP]

Sir [[Robert Hellmanstahl]] - [https://op.ansteorra.org/people/id/3954 OP]

Lady [[Robyn Smith]]

Honorable Lord [[Roger Redhand]] - [https://op.ansteorra.org/people/id/4001 OP]

Master [[Rognvaldr Tilbuinn]] - [https://op.ansteorra.org/people/id/4005 OP]

Lord [[Roland de Ruthven]] - [https://op.ansteorra.org/people/id/4012 OP]

Baroness [[Roselynde d'Angleterre]] - [https://op.ansteorra.org/people/id/4046 OP]

Master [[Rumil Fletcher]] - [https://op.ansteorra.org/people/id/4071 OP]

Honorable Lady [[Runa of the Thundering Herd]] - [https://op.ansteorra.org/people/id/10433 OP]

[[Rusty of House Arkham]]

==S - U==

Laird [[Sean of Argyll]] - [https://op.ansteorra.org/people/id/4166 OP]

Baroness Bryn Gwlad [[Seanna Catriona de Fraser]] - [https://op.ansteorra.org/people/id/4175 OP]

Lord [[Sebastian Eisenfaust]] - [https://op.ansteorra.org/people/id/4178 OP]

Lady [[Selva of the Treeless Plain]] - [https://op.ansteorra.org/people/id/4193 OP]

Lord [[Sharn Thurlon]] - [https://op.ansteorra.org/people/id/4236 OP]

Lady [[Shimizu Ariko]] - [https://op.ansteorra.org/people/id/4250 OP]

[[Siarades]]

Duchess [[Sieglinde Syr]], Lion of Ansteorra - [https://op.ansteorra.org/people/id/4259 OP] - [http://lists.ansteorra.org/pipermail/ansteorra-ansteorra.org/2012-June/078989.html Ansteorra Email List Announcement]

His Excellency, Count Sir [[Simonn of Amber Isle]], OP, OL, MOD, Defender of the Dream - [https://op.ansteorra.org/people/id/4284 OP]

Honorable Lady [[Siobhan nic an Baihrd]] - [https://op.ansteorra.org/people/id/4298 OP]

Lord [[Sion Glas]] - [https://op.ansteorra.org/people/id/4304 OP]

Lord Lord (2 AOA's) [[Soren Redhammer]] - [https://op.ansteorra.org/people/id/4327 OP]

Their Excellency, [[Starhelm Warlocke]] - [https://op.ansteorra.org/people/id/4335 OP]

Honorable Lord [[Steffan of the Tall Pines]] - [https://op.ansteorra.org/people/id/4342 OP]

Honorable Lord [[Stefan li Rous]] - [https://op.ansteorra.org/people/id/4339 OP]

Baron [[Subodai Khasar]] - [https://op.ansteorra.org/people/id/4369 OP]

Mistress [[Sula von Pferdenthal]], Mistress of the Pelican - [https://op.ansteorra.org/people/id/4371 OP]

Lady [[Susan of Bryn Gwlad]] - [https://op.ansteorra.org/people/id/4376 OP]

Laurel [[Talwyn Devana]] - [https://op.ansteorra.org/people/id/4422 OP]

Sir [[Tarl Mapt]] - [https://op.ansteorra.org/people/id/4448 OP]

Lord [[Tegwared MacAuley]] - [https://op.ansteorra.org/people/id/4467 OP]

Sir [[Terans den Sjofarende]] - [https://op.ansteorra.org/people/id/4475 OP]

Lord [[Terric Bearsmountain]] - [https://op.ansteorra.org/people/id/4484 OP]

Lord [[Terrick ap Owen]] - [https://op.ansteorra.org/people/id/10560 OP]

Honorable Lord [[Thomas of Conway]] - [https://op.ansteorra.org/people/id/4516 OP]

Lord [[Thoron Draconis]] - [https://op.ansteorra.org/people/id/4554 OP]

Centurion [[Thorvald Egilsson]] - [https://op.ansteorra.org/people/id/4560 OP]

Don [[Tivar Moondragon]], Master of the Pelican, Lion of Ansteorra - [https://op.ansteorra.org/people/id/4580 OP]

Lord [[Tycho Leksten]] - [https://op.ansteorra.org/people/id/10979 OP]

Milord [[Ulf Vestilde]]

Mistress [[Ulrica Bronwyn]], Mistress of the Pelican - [https://op.ansteorra.org/people/id/4643 OP]

Honorable Lord [[Ulrich von Budigen]] - [https://op.ansteorra.org/people/id/4646 OP]

Baron [[Ulrike the Frank]] - [https://op.ansteorra.org/people/id/4650 OP]

Baron [[Uriah Wolfstar]] - [https://op.ansteorra.org/people/id/4656 OP]

==V - Z==

Baroness [[Valencia Carlota Maria de Granada]] - [https://op.ansteorra.org/people/id/4671 OP]

Baroness [[Vashti of the Flaming Tresses]] - [https://op.ansteorra.org/people/id/4695 OP]

Milady [[Victoria Witcraft]] - [http://lists.ansteorra.org/pipermail/ansteorra-ansteorra.org/2008-May/143731.html Email list announcement]

Lord [[Vincenzo Cellini]] - [https://op.ansteorra.org/people/id/4711 OP]

Lord [[Vladimir von Bruen]], known as Bear - [https://op.ansteorra.org/people/id/4732 OP]

[[Wilhelm von Fingwraz]]

Lord [[Wilhelm von Oldenburg]] - [https://op.ansteorra.org/people/id/4763 OP]

Master [[William Blackfox]] - [https://op.ansteorra.org/people/id/4772 OP]

Baron [[William Fitzwalter of Wallingford]] - [https://op.ansteorra.org/people/id/4780 OP]

Lord [[William Fletcher of York]] - [https://op.ansteorra.org/people/id/4781 OP]

Lord [[William Black Dragon]] called Ironwyrm - [https://op.ansteorra.org/people/id/4784 OP]

Lord [[William of Dover]] - [https://op.ansteorra.org/people/id/4795 OP]

Lord [[William Meriic]] - [https://op.ansteorra.org/people/id/10403 OP]

Lord [[Yagsavoke Ulric Moonchild]] - [https://op.ansteorra.org/people/id/4855 OP]

Lord [[Yamakado Chogi no Yorikama]] - [https://op.ansteorra.org/people/id/4857 OP]

Honorable Lord [[Yorge the Lucky]] - [https://op.ansteorra.org/people/id/4867 OP]

Lady [[Zehle Dübel]] - [https://records.gleannabhann.net/public/person.php?id=1380 OP]

Lord [[Zared Lockwood]] - [https://op.ansteorra.org/people/id/4890 OP]

Honorable Lord [[Zoren Uff Eiren]] - [https://op.ansteorra.org/people/id/4902 OP]

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