All Hail, Lutr twice crowned, and prince Ullr Jotanbane!!
Posted: Mon May 26, 2008 2:53 am
All Hail, the dragon king Lutr twice crowned, and prince Ullr Jotanbane!
Well fought was this day. A day of legend, a day of hero's, a day of valor.
The kingdom, torn asunder by our supplanted Liege, rose it's voices. From freeman, huscarls, of our lands to the distant counts, and dukes from the south, we pored out our hearts, and believed. All waited in hushed silence to witness the rising of Lutr's blade, as it would reclaim his rightful throne. He's knights fell before him, as they laid down there lives, there vows to the crown they fulfilled. Eikbrandr Tyrsman stood then before him. Only out of duty would he wield weapon against his friend and Liege. Knowing what it would mean to Lutr, he bore sword-storm against his kinsman. As the general lord gave the one eyed his breath, his sacrifice was known to all. Lutr knew his men were with him, always and to the end. At the last, Dag, Duke of the southern lands, lay his sword, and declared he would not suffer lay blade to his once and future king. The northman, Jarl of Trothiem, stood there, overwhelmed by the love of his people. The cheers, and weeping of his subjects hailed the twice crowning of Syr Lutr, and Tessa, King and Queen of the Dragon realm!! Draco Invictus!!!
My lord Lutr, you have given us your heroism, and we give you our fealty.
We believe in you.
All Hail, Lutr, King!!!
The passion, the glory, the triumph, it awoke something deep within Jarl Ullr. A fire that had been smoldering erupted in his heart. This day he would not be asked to raise his sword against his brother jarl. This day he did not have to bear a usurper crowned. This day he witnessed the very best of what the society means to us. And that fire burst forth from his heart and his blade like the infernos of Muspelheim harnessed. His foes fell about him like the night itself falls before the rising sun. His foe-men although noble, and worthy, could not best his unbridled heart. With his King, Queen, friends and countrymen behind him, Ullr faced his last challenge. The Giant, noble Duke Edmund, boar down upon him. Ullr breathed a deep breath, and prepared himself, releasing all desire of Midgards world. He fought like Einjiriar. He fought for Annalise, He fought for our future, he arose as our prince.
Syr Ullr, you have given us your passion, and we give you our courage.
We give you our faith, and with it our future.
All Hail, Ullr, Prince of the Midrealm!!
Draco Invictus!!!
Well fought was this day. A day of legend, a day of hero's, a day of valor.
The kingdom, torn asunder by our supplanted Liege, rose it's voices. From freeman, huscarls, of our lands to the distant counts, and dukes from the south, we pored out our hearts, and believed. All waited in hushed silence to witness the rising of Lutr's blade, as it would reclaim his rightful throne. He's knights fell before him, as they laid down there lives, there vows to the crown they fulfilled. Eikbrandr Tyrsman stood then before him. Only out of duty would he wield weapon against his friend and Liege. Knowing what it would mean to Lutr, he bore sword-storm against his kinsman. As the general lord gave the one eyed his breath, his sacrifice was known to all. Lutr knew his men were with him, always and to the end. At the last, Dag, Duke of the southern lands, lay his sword, and declared he would not suffer lay blade to his once and future king. The northman, Jarl of Trothiem, stood there, overwhelmed by the love of his people. The cheers, and weeping of his subjects hailed the twice crowning of Syr Lutr, and Tessa, King and Queen of the Dragon realm!! Draco Invictus!!!
My lord Lutr, you have given us your heroism, and we give you our fealty.
We believe in you.
All Hail, Lutr, King!!!
The passion, the glory, the triumph, it awoke something deep within Jarl Ullr. A fire that had been smoldering erupted in his heart. This day he would not be asked to raise his sword against his brother jarl. This day he did not have to bear a usurper crowned. This day he witnessed the very best of what the society means to us. And that fire burst forth from his heart and his blade like the infernos of Muspelheim harnessed. His foes fell about him like the night itself falls before the rising sun. His foe-men although noble, and worthy, could not best his unbridled heart. With his King, Queen, friends and countrymen behind him, Ullr faced his last challenge. The Giant, noble Duke Edmund, boar down upon him. Ullr breathed a deep breath, and prepared himself, releasing all desire of Midgards world. He fought like Einjiriar. He fought for Annalise, He fought for our future, he arose as our prince.
Syr Ullr, you have given us your passion, and we give you our courage.
We give you our faith, and with it our future.
All Hail, Ullr, Prince of the Midrealm!!
Draco Invictus!!!