Post by Cornar the Black on Mar 2, 2021 18:06:28 GMT -6
The deep, grizzled voice of King Cornar the Black echoes throughout the settlement on The Lakes, as what looks like tonight's meal is about to be served at a the dinner table in the longhouse. Many vikingr come gather and pick their meal of choice, as Cornar sits at the head of said table with an impossibly large mug of mead in his hand. Everyone settles in and the Jotun-Sized Jarl stands, thrusting his mead down his gullet in a way that would make any college kid jealous.
"Drengr, shield maidens, lend me your ears. Some day, I will join the rest of the noble warriors in Valhalla, Odin permitting. Glorious death in battle is the path to the great table along side Tyr, Thor and Heimdall. In my final days, as is custom in this part of Midgard, do not parade me around like a walking skeleton. There is no honor in a death most foul. The stench of thrice distilled rum on your breath, a fleet of nameless women waiting to throw themselves upon me simply because of the life I lived, no longer caring about the man I am now.
Should I still be walking in my adult babe days, swaddled with a diaper because I can no longer control my bodily function, unable to even hold a mighty hammer anymore - place a blade in my hand and fight me. Challenge me to a holmgang and send me with the valkyrie. It will hurt, but it is as those before us did. Take my word as it is now, as I am of mind and spirit - do not allow me to roam Midgard as RJ Clearwater does.
It will be my pleasure to remove that filth from our existence."
Everyone in attendance raises a cup, slurping their mead down. The King sits back in his chair, grabbing a leg of turkey to devour.
