User talk:Gunnar Redbeard
Unto the Most Worthy Reader doth Brother Ignominious send Greetings...
...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.
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...
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.)
(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.