Post by Æþelfrið on Feb 22, 2014 18:06:24 GMT
Déore fréondas, wesaþ gé hále!
Behold the ancient heirloom of the Fyrning dynasty: the helm of Angorold:
(larger version & download)
In the frozen days of winter there is little to do for us except sit together in Stéda and tell stories to eachother. It is of such stories our lord Éadríc and I spoke as we sat together, as I hearkened to a legend of the Helm of Angorold, a gilded helmet whose descent is as proud and far-reaching as Éadrícs own. It was given unto him by his father Éadréd and he got it from his father before him, all the way throughout the ages. As I sat listening, he shewed it to me, making me marvel as so many enemies and friends had before me. It is not often taken out but in dire times, and never has a fiendish blow struck it's crest, for our charitable chiefs are rich in loyal thanes. Maybe some of you, amongst the old guard, have already seen our captain wear it on the field of victory.
Such a masterpiece could only have been the work of a famed craftsman of old, such as weaponsmith Árbæd, I thought, and I set my own humble skills about painting it's image to share with you. May it forever rejoice our kinsmen with its gleam in dark hours, and may our enemies be filled with the mighty fear of Fyrnas holy Spirit by beholding it!
Wesaþ þé mid God
Æðelfrið Ælfhéages sunu
Behold the ancient heirloom of the Fyrning dynasty: the helm of Angorold:
(larger version & download)
In the frozen days of winter there is little to do for us except sit together in Stéda and tell stories to eachother. It is of such stories our lord Éadríc and I spoke as we sat together, as I hearkened to a legend of the Helm of Angorold, a gilded helmet whose descent is as proud and far-reaching as Éadrícs own. It was given unto him by his father Éadréd and he got it from his father before him, all the way throughout the ages. As I sat listening, he shewed it to me, making me marvel as so many enemies and friends had before me. It is not often taken out but in dire times, and never has a fiendish blow struck it's crest, for our charitable chiefs are rich in loyal thanes. Maybe some of you, amongst the old guard, have already seen our captain wear it on the field of victory.
Such a masterpiece could only have been the work of a famed craftsman of old, such as weaponsmith Árbæd, I thought, and I set my own humble skills about painting it's image to share with you. May it forever rejoice our kinsmen with its gleam in dark hours, and may our enemies be filled with the mighty fear of Fyrnas holy Spirit by beholding it!
Wesaþ þé mid God
Æðelfrið Ælfhéages sunu
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