Eorlingas

Oaths Sworn at Eorl's Hallow

What kind of Adventure is this?: 
Poetry

A poem recited by Wrecca son of Wíglac soon after swearing his loyalty to the Oathsworn.

 

OATHS SWORN AT EORL'S HALLOW

Patrol in Rohan

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Screenshot: General screen

Dytha waited for the go-ahead from her father before she pressed her heel into her horse's ribs, and they rode east to find the road north to the homestead.

Adriwyn followed after, keeping an alert watch to their sides.

The Last Housecarl

What kind of Adventure is this?: 
Poetry

A song of Aldburg lamenting the death of Éomund, originating in the months following his burial.

 

Scealdmaegden

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Screenshot: General screen

Gaeded on guard duty during her time at Helm's Deep as a shieldmaiden.

Freyga's Saga—First Song of Longing

What kind of Adventure is this?: 
Poetry

Of the sagas and songs Freyga can call upon to warm a fellow’s ears, the youngest is her own. She sings it alone to herself, strumming her harp, eyes closed, rocking with the rhythm of her word-waves. It begins now, dreamed of but unwritten, recorded only by the mindful repetition of words that pop like pollen from a fresh bloom. It ends when she ends and will leave to others the tale of its telling.

 

I, hope-hearted,

Wandering, wayfarer,

A Portrait of Gaeded

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Artwork: Painting

A head portrait of Gaeded.

Source: 
A joint work by Athlenah (pencil drawing) and myself (digital painting).

A Scop's Unworthiness

What kind of Adventure is this?: 
Poetry


Y by Zdzisław Beksiński

 

A SCOP'S UNWORTHINESS

A Husband's Price

What kind of Adventure is this?: 
Story

Five gold coins was the price of my husband. Five gold coins for the slaying of Osgar son of Hincmar, a well-respected man in Aldburg. Five gold coins for a strong youth killing his weakened elder. Five gold coins for my beloved’s blood spilling out of his body. Five gold coins for the man I loved most to die in the darkest of nights, sputtering and gasping for breath. Five gold coins is a paltry sum. What fee can buy a husband’s love? A father’s care? A freeman’s fealty? That was no worthy trade.

A Song for Audelwyn: A Bowman's Farewell

What kind of Adventure is this?: 
Poetry

The last words of Eorland the Bowman, sung to Audelwyn of Harwick in the alliterative style traditional to the Rohirrim. Along with his parting words, he leaves her the worldly possessions not buried with him, including his horse, hauberk, horn, and cloak.

Cruel fates

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Story

Wychtleth walked into the jail. She soon pulled her hood down, looking around, "Decent looking for a jail..."

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