For House Mjolnir and the Barony of Septentria (Pennsic XXXI)

Colyne Stewart, Aug. AS XXXVII (2003)

From the south come northern men

Norse fighters wearing leather black

With arms of strength and hearts of courage

Who fought with us upon the field.

Randwulf, Cynred, brothers now in arms.

The red hammer and the white bear

Led us into War.

With booty bought, with honour kept,

Comrades in and out of battle.

While rain poured we sat and sang

With Alaani of the Cliffs and Olaf of the twisted back,

But when horns called, rain or no,

We came in tabards red and armour brown.

Standing side by side

Giving no ground

Fighting as cousins

Fighting like brothers

To the last man we stood

Mjolnir and Septentria.

In our hearts are courage

In our hearts are strength

We will take the day.

For House Hrogn

Colyne Stewart, July AS XXXVII (2003)

A pack of wolves, fur black and white

Dost with our foe pick up our fight

Norseman scions who spill the blood

Of Eald’mere’s foemen in a flood

They are Loyal, and Strong and Proud

With heads held high and necks unbowed.

They enter in the dance of death

And battle ‘til their dying breath

The blood of Kings runs in their veins

And Honour on their tabards stains

They are the Quick, the Brave, the Free

Bearers of Eald’mere’s destiny.

To House De Taahe

Colyne Stewart, July AS XXXVII (2003)

Shining stars on sky-blue field

De Taahe standards fly

To the fore of battles fought

As steel rings on steel

Flashing spears and blazing shield

Upon the field of battle

And swords of honour held in

Hands of grace within

The Tourney Lists

An ancient House with long, proud history

As Finvarr stepped from boat to shore

White belt glowing in the sun

To settle in our northern land and

Gather to him men and women

Of renown, living legends like unto him

Their House exemplifies grace, courtesy, and love

The values we are meant to have

And as my De Taahe general leads my

Kingdom south to War

I watch her stride in scarlet surcoat

Plumed hat shading sun-warmed face

Sword at hip awaiting battle

Her Grace, highborn daughter and

Life-long campaigner who herself

Is living legend

And beside me as I march in

Red-white tabard

Come the Stars of De Taahe

The red and yellow boar, tusks of glory

The silver sheen of helm and spear

One a Sheriff of the Thule, long

Hair blowing, proud eagle spread

Across his shield

Two spearmen next, one short, one tall

The first a former Champion

The other a Herald-who-is-not

With them others of the Greater House

All arrayed for War

And as I gaze upon the blue and gold company

I am proud they fight for Ealdormere.