Styrkarr Jarlsskald

Counter-ermine. A wyvern, in chief three mullets of eight points, argent.

Fourth Baron of Wastekeep from July 19 AS 43 / 2008 to present. http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2187/2762021010_6822d98533.jpg

Honors and Awards;

Apprentices

Kaitlin of Wastekeep

Rose Atherton

Squires

Halla Hrafnsdottir - currently residing in Lochac.

Skaldi Vandraeðaskáld

Arawn MacPhaelan - Foster squire, shared with Duke John of Meridies, known as "The Mad Celt".

Former Apprentices

Mistress Sigrun Osrikswife

Former Squires

Sir Phelan Tolusmiðr

Sir Phillip de Mantel

Sir Ragnar Aðelstan

Sir Gudrod Bjornson

Recent skaldic work: Coronation of Eirik and Drifinna I

Lyrics and chord progression for filk, "The Squire"

Other skaldic work:

Squiring ceremony for Halla Hrafnsdottir, Phelan Tolusmiðr, Phillip de Mantel, Skaldi Vandraeðaskáld, Diego, and Tiernan Dal Cais (the last two for Daegar Fairhair)

Knighting ceremony for: Sir Aethan, Sir Duncan MacKinnon, Sir Eirik Daegarsson

Pelican ceremony for: Countess Inga

Coronation ceremony for: Tiernan and Miranda II, Cedric and Elizabeth I, Cedric and Elizabeth II

Crown finals presentation for Cedric and Elizabeth I and II

The Saga of Daegar Fairhair (presented at Sport of Kings VII)

Multiple other pieces of longer or shorter length at the requests of many friends...

“THE SQUIRE” – filk lyrics and chord progression by Sir Styrkarr Jarlsskald Sung to the tune of “The Boxer” by Paul Simon

[C] I am just a poor knight and my saga’s seldom [Am]told

I have [G]squandered youth and vigor

For a [G7]white belt and a [G6]gold chain, such is [C]chivalry.

All I sug[Am]gest, sometimes a [G]fighter feels what he wants to feel

And disre[F]gards the [C]rest. [G] [G7] [G6] [C]

When I [C]first picked up my sword and shield I was no more than a [Am]boy

Un-ac[G]customed to the armor,

Facing [G7]belted knights with [G6]strawb’ry leaves and [C]swinging scared.

Aiming [Am]low, I would [G]hit them and would [F]hit them

But they’d just holler [C]“no”.

That’s when I [G]realized that [G7]this is [G6]how it [C]goes,

Li li [Am]light, li li [Em]li li li li light, that blow was [Am]light.

Low, flat, [G]tippy, oh no it skipped, that blow was [C]light.

Asking [C]only for some training I went looking for a [Am]knight, but I got no [G]offers.

Just a [G7]come-on from a [G6]stick jock, Daegar [C]Fairhair.

I do de[Am]clare at the [G]time I was so des-per-ate I [F]took the red belt [C]there.

Mmm mm [G]mmm… [G7] [G6] [C]

Li li [Am]light, li li [Em]li li li li light, that blow was [Am]light.

Low, flat, [G]tippy, oh no it skipped, that blow was [C]light.

Now I’m [C]packing up my armor bag and wishing I was [Am]home, feeling [G]old…

Tired of [G7]young squires and their [G6]long sticks always [C]beating me…

Bruising [Am]me-e… to the [G]bone… [G7] [G6] [C]

In the [C]eric stands a squire and a fighter by his [Am]trade, and he [G]carries the reminders

Of [G7]every blow that [G6]slipped his guard and [C]struck him, till he cried out

In his anger and his [Am]shame,

“I am [G]leaving! I’ll try archery!” But the [F]squire still re[C]mains.

Mmm mm [G]mmm. .. [G7] [G6] [C]

Li li [Am]light, li li [Em]li li li li light, that blow was [Am]light.

Low, flat, [G]tippy, oh no it skipped, that blow was [C]light.

Li li [Em]li li li li light, that blow was [Am]light.

Low, flat, [G]tippy, oh no it skipped, that blow was [C]light.