- May 12, 2020
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"wræccan lastum, in the paths of exile,
winemægum bidroren, bereft of friendly kinsmen,
bihongen hrimgicelum; hung about with icicles;
hægl scurum fleag. hail flew in showers.
þær ic ne gehyrde There I heard nothing
butan hlimman sæ, but the roaring sea,
iscaldne wæg. the ice-cold wave."
TO THE LORD KING, THE LION,
I am your faithful servant, loyalty undoubted, service in perpetuity and strongly given counsel. At the age of six I was taught how to manoeuvre a sword and spear, at the age of nine I was taught how to peddle my footwork with a shield, at the age of eleven I was taught how to ride a horse, at the age of fourteen I was taught how to dismount a man and at the age of seventeen I was taught how to command an army of men. My life has been an unending sequence of sincere and honest servitude, and yet I seek out more. I have returned from my three-year expedition beyond the north, mountains upon mountains, treacherous caverns and abandoned dwarven holds and mines.
I return unbeaten, unconquered by the bitter cold, the dark passes, the twisted delusions of the Ordheim hold and the screams of anguish from Valrond's decrepit last legion. I have settled briefly back into the town of Barwic, although I yearn and seek out more than just a simple life. I must always be moving, perilous or not, I must always advance, unbalanced or not. I, therefore, ask humbly of the Lord King, the Lion, the Uniter of Nornmen and Wiccans alike, that you grant me a mission beyond the western seas. To travel the lost long ocean, the very same ocean that our ancestors sailed across. Grant me this blessing, a seafaring vessel and a retinue of good men and I shall return someday with great wisdom with you as my leal sponsor and gracious liege.