Once long ago, a man lived who fought with spear and shield.
He wandered the land, o're forest and mountain and field.
His journeys were far, his wanderings wide,
But his favorite, was when he met his bride.
He wandered into a town one day,
and heard the people talking, of the upcoming fray.
For the governor of the town had decreed by his pride,
the winner of the tourney could take his daughter to bride.
The wanderer had no interest in the upcoming fight,
but then he saw the brightest of lights.
For the governors daughter was ablaze,
with beauty unmatched, by even Akatosh's rays.
So he paused his great journey,
to enter the tourney, and win the fair hand of this maid.
On the next day, he made for the field,
where men in great amount would fight and yield.
Men had gathered in many a number,
to put the dreams of the others to slumber.
The bout began with the governors cry,
And to their weapons the men did fly.
Sword and spear and shield and bow,
Through the air did many weapons flow,
But none quite so fast or strong,
as the wanderers spear and shield o're long.
His spear struck left and right,
and gave the others many a fright.
For to face this man and survive,
none dreamed to make it alive.
Soon only two remained,
hundreds on the field already slain.
They face each other, these mortal foes,
to fight to the death for a women's woes.
The wanderer coiled like snake,
and sprung, his opponents life to take.
He slashed and stabbed and blocked and dodged,
his opponents defense to fatally dislodge.
Many a minute passed them by,
and slower and slower did the wanderer's weapons fly.
Finally, with no energy left,
the wanderer dropped his weapons with with a heft.
"You have defeated me, warrior," he said,
"Now claim your prize, and take my head."
The warrior stood above, and laughed,
and threw his sword away by the haft.
"You have fought for a maiden's hand,
now accept it sir, and stand."
The wandered look up to this fighter,
and the light in his eyes grew brighter.
Above him stood the governor's child,
the girl who had made these men go wild.
She smiled and loudly said,
with laughter in her head.
"This man has won my heart,
and now together our love shall start."
And so they were married in Mara's gaze,
and the town did cheer with voices raised.
To the wanderer his new wife said,
"Now we shall travel together instead."
And so, the wanderer left the great town,
but along with him went his shining crown.
For the governors daughter had never seen the coast,
something the wanderer could truly boast.
And with a sense of humility and pride,
the wanderer then traveled, with his beautiful bride.
Dromik- Large, muscular Nord, greatsword fighter, part-time mercenary.
Guinevere Löthbrok- Smaller Nord with a fast axe, sharp tongue and merciless nature.
Fälondreth- Quiet, quick Bosmer bowman, nomad, nature-lover.