The Songbook of Ragnar Ulfgarsson - Revision history

Zubeydah: /* THE GATHERING OF THE RAIDERS */

2026-08-26T14:41:03Z

THE GATHERING OF THE RAIDERS

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	followed blame ridden ROLLO.<BR>		followed blame ridden ROLLO.<BR>
	Battlemaid bright, BRIGITTA<BR>		Battlemaid bright, BRIGITTA<BR>
	and [Connall MacNaghten\|CONNALL]], bred for red slaughter,<BR>		and [[Connall MacNaghten\|CONNALL]], bred for red slaughter,<BR>
	with SEAN LINDSEY laughed<BR>		with SEAN LINDSEY laughed<BR>
	loud till dawn through battle songs.<BR>		loud till dawn through battle songs.<BR>
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	now to swim the grim blood sea.<BR>		now to swim the grim blood sea.<BR>
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	===THE CHOOSING OF THE CHIEFTAIN===		===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		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

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

2026-08-26T14:40:35Z

I LOANED MY SWORD TO ORI

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	==I LOANED MY SWORD TO ORI==		==I LOANED MY SWORD TO ORI==
	I loaned my sword to Ori, he brought it back today,		I loaned my sword to Ori, he brought it back today,<BR>
	in four and twenty pieces, and here's what he had to say:		in four and twenty pieces, and here's what he had to say:<BR>
	“Those Irishmen, they're drinkers,” But that was no surprise.<BR>		“Those Irishmen, they're drinkers,” But that was no surprise.<BR>
	“And they brew this mighty whiskey that brings tears unto the eyes.<BR>		“And they brew this mighty whiskey that brings tears unto the eyes.<BR>
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	but it won't be good old Ori, for I killed him with my axe.<BR>		but it won't be good old Ori, for I killed him with my axe.<BR>
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	==THE KING AT HIS WINDOW==		==THE KING AT HIS WINDOW==
	At chamber window stood the king<BR>		At chamber window stood the king<BR>

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2026-08-26T14:39:34Z

added links

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	"The season's ill for journey," Hrothgar said to me.<BR>		"The season's ill for journey," Hrothgar said to me.<BR>
	"And your clothes so rich and your manner high bespeak nobility.<BR>		"And your clothes so rich and your manner high bespeak nobility.<BR>
	What is it that brings you here so far from kith and ~~kin~~?<BR>		What is it that brings you here so far from kith and kconnin?<BR>
	Know that I might aid you that you might call me friend."<BR>		Know that I might aid you that you might call me friend."<BR>
	"My journey ended sudden when I saw your daughter fair,<BR>		"My journey ended sudden when I saw your daughter fair,<BR>
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	followed blame ridden ROLLO.<BR>		followed blame ridden ROLLO.<BR>
	Battlemaid bright, BRIGITTA<BR>		Battlemaid bright, BRIGITTA<BR>
	and ~~CONALL~~, bred for red slaughter,<BR>		and [Connall MacNaghten\|CONNALL]], bred for red slaughter,<BR>
	with SEAN LINDSEY laughed<BR>		with SEAN LINDSEY laughed<BR>
	loud till dawn through battle songs.<BR>		loud till dawn through battle songs.<BR>
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	For the warrior's weal<BR>		For the warrior's weal<BR>
	welcome drew Ana'Stacia.<BR>		welcome drew Ana'Stacia.<BR>
	From far Bjornsborg, Blanche<BR>		From far [[Bjornsborg]], Blanche<BR>
	brought the fat battle feast.<BR>		brought the fat battle feast.<BR>
	Red tressed Bonnie's timely<BR>		Red tressed Bonnie's timely<BR>
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	===THE COMING OF BATTLE BLANCHE===		===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.		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.
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	===THE COUNCIL OF THE BLUE WARRIORS===		===THE COUNCIL OF THE BLUE WARRIORS===

Zubeydah at 04:31, 26 August 2026

2026-08-26T04:31:37Z

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

Zubeydah: /* SONG OF THE BORDERMEN */

2026-08-26T03:40:17Z

SONG OF THE BORDERMEN

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 (Chorus)<BR>
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 ==SONG OF THE REAVERS==
 The fjord cracks through the ice and frost.<BR>

Zubeydah: /* DRINK TO THE SWORD */

2026-08-26T03:37:51Z

DRINK TO THE SWORD

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Zubeydah: /* DRINK TO THE SWORD */

2026-08-26T03:28:45Z

DRINK TO THE SWORD

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	To pillage and plunder for fortune and fame.<BR>		To pillage and plunder for fortune and fame.<BR>
	And... (Chorus)<BR>		And... (Chorus)<BR>
			<BR>
	And what shall we do if a storm comes a-squalling<BR>		And what shall we do if a storm comes a-squalling<BR>
	With thunder and lightning and rain on the sea?<BR>		With thunder and lightning and rain on the sea?<BR>
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	And sign with the hammer so Odin will see.<BR>		And sign with the hammer so Odin will see.<BR>
	And... (Chorus)<BR>		And... (Chorus)<BR>
			<BR>
	And what shall we do when we land there in England<BR>		And what shall we do when we land there in England<BR>
	Beside a tall fortress so strong and so bold?<BR>		Beside a tall fortress so strong and so bold?<BR>
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	Then cut down the soldiers and take all the gold.<BR>		Then cut down the soldiers and take all the gold.<BR>
	And... (Chorus)<BR>		And... (Chorus)<BR>
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	And what shall we do if the soldiers are many<BR>		And what shall we do if the soldiers are many<BR>
	A thousand or more who will stand unafraid?<BR>		A thousand or more who will stand unafraid?<BR>

Zubeydah: /* THE DEATH OF FALLOWMOON */

2026-08-26T03:26:42Z

THE DEATH OF FALLOWMOON

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 And I think of those times and those glorious fights...<BR>
 When my head was not so gray."<BR>
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Zubeydah at 03:23, 26 August 2026

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 Then I pulled the house of Hrothgar down and then took back my gold.<BR>
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 ==GOOD FORTUNE==
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Zubeydah: /* THE BREAKERS AND THE SEA */

2026-08-26T03:21:32Z

THE BREAKERS AND THE SEA

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 Foam sword breaking on the rock<BR>
 Wins a pebble soon forgot.<BR>
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