KreepingSpawn

“Are you weeping, brothers? No, it cannot be. You are brave men, all. Warriors, proven in blood. It is the cold wind off the fjord that stings the eyes. It is the smoke from the fire. Aye, that is all. “Are you not hungry, brothers? Here is hot meat, and fresh bread, and good food of all sorts that our women have prepared. There is beer and honey wine. Here, I will begin. Fill my cup. “A toast: To the fallen. “Remember, brothers, he died in battle, as is right. With a weapon in hand, he met his fate. Unafraid! Smiling! I should be so fortunate! When my time is upon me, I am like to piss myself. “Will you not laugh, brothers? “I am no skald. I am a poor storyteller. But I have a good memory. Remember. Our brother earned his name in a stand-up fight with the Redbeards, in the stony land where three rivers come down to the sea. You were there, aye. And you. He split the air with his howling. He split their skulls with his axe. And the waves were red as their beards. “He bought his