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| Unto the Most Worthy Reader doth Brother Ignominious send Greetings...
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| ...and these missives to reveal unto you the true, dark and dangerous character of one Gunnar Redbeard, self-styled Bard, bon vivant, licenced freebooter and scurulous ne'er-do-well, who, to this humble scribe's Great Misfortune, also bears the title of my Master.
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| Behold your typical plain-vanilla 11th century Norse mercinary soldier. Yawn. As he does command me to write down his drivvelous blatherings, here then (with profound appologies) are the words of Lord Gunnar...
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| I got my start in Caid lo these many years agone, (in AS XV, in fact), where I became something of a Bard of immodest note. From there, I moved to Calontir, thereafter to the Midrealm, and now here to the sunny shores of Puget Fjord. Time and circumstances have cut into my eventery, but I still have many fond memories of life in Society, and as thin as the thread has spun at times, it has never entirely snapped. I thought I would set up this page (if I am doing this right - I come from a pre-technical culture, after all) to offer you some of my bardic from years gone by, since I am not able to get out all that easily any more. These works are free for all to enjoy, and I ask only the traditional Bard's credit as the source. (That, and the movie rights.)
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| (Sob) Ah, me. Enough for now. My Master commands me to transscribe some of his disreputable blatherings which he styles as poetry, so I shall bid the fair reader Adeau for the moment.
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