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Gúngnir Hallowing
..Have you no desire to be like that king who was victorious against all whom he fought, who was handsome also, and accomplished in all things, so that in all the northern lands there was never his like? He who could grant victory to others in battle as well as to himself, and who found poetry came as easily to him as speech to other men?I am a Wolf of Vinland. The Wolves are a Heathen Tribe, dedicated to the reinvigoration of our ancient and noble culture. We set about to accomplish this goal through Right Action and Right Thought, the dissemination of Indo-European traditions, the sale of traditional crafts (leather goods, drinking horns, wood carving and pyrography, chainmail, exc.), and by being individuals that the young can look up to and the mature might follow.We seek a return to Organic Faith and Culture, and therefore reject Universalist thinking. We follow a way of life where family and the Tribe come first, Oaths are still sacred and unbreakable, frith and generosity are more than just words, and hard work done well is a reward rather than a chore.My wife and I are raising our four children to follow this way of life. In a world grown crass, complacent and corrupt, we have a duty as men and women of virtue to turn the tide. How can we do any less?We have extended our hands in friendship and support. Do you have the courage to take it? If so, contact the Tribe here:http://www.wolvesofvinland.org, or http://www.myspace.com/vikingnightI am Galdr Rölfsson! I am the Husband to Bears! I am the Red-bearded! I am the Sight-smith! I am the monster, the Grave-Wolf, the Spear-Troll, the sword before the hosts! I am the brother of the wind, the son of the sea, the blood of the Earth! Kneel before my Might or be trod upon!..----------------------------------------------------- ------


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I'd like to meet:

Leif the Lucky, or Sigurd Dragonslayer. Maybe Harald Fairhair, so I could call him Emma. Anyone with the courage to walk the Heathen Road, or those who are interested in our culture and traditions.

My Blog

Dirge

We can lay our arms down, now, BrothersFor peace has found us at lastAs we gather on these white shoresWith heroes from our pastAnd hasten toward a swift sunriseDeath-shine in our eyes.Well make our ...
Posted by on Sat, 28 Mar 2009 15:08:00 GMT

Vinvættirarnir

This Land of Vines lights a fire in my headAs I walk through the forest, as I speak with the dead;Where my forefathers walked, my footsteps now followAs I wander these woods as a wolf.Oer high fells,...
Posted by on Sat, 28 Mar 2009 14:59:00 GMT

A Call to Arms, my Folk

Sleeping raven-feast, I bid you rise And wipe the ice, now, from your eyes. Now I sing the Pole-star's power Come now, draugr, and speak in signs. Slumbering fathers, I call you. Waken! And climb fort...
Posted by on Tue, 11 Nov 2008 14:30:00 GMT

Ulfbrautsaga Chapter III

Ah, back already, I see. I knew you would not be able to stay away for long. When last we left the Vinns, they had defeated the etin, slain the river-vætt, and recovered Paul's dagger. And now I shall...
Posted by on Fri, 23 May 2008 12:26:00 GMT

The War-beast

The fire spits and snaps, consuming larch, thorn and oak while the acrid smoke of henbane, asafetida and nightshade fills my lungs. Tunglskin bathes me in its silvered wash. The night wind is chill, a...
Posted by on Tue, 15 Apr 2008 12:03:00 GMT

Úlfsbrautsaga: Chapter II

Chapter II: The Forest-Etin So. Alsvin and Arvakr, as is their custom, did drag Söl into the blue-vaulted sky, to straddle eastern seas. With an abundance of groaning the Vinns themselves rose from t...
Posted by on Mon, 31 Mar 2008 14:36:00 GMT

Úlfsbrautsaga

Úlfsbrautsaga Chapter I Three they were, and come from Norðmark; for it is in that mighty land their Halls were raised. First there was Galdr, he of the Reddened Beard, that Husband to Bears, a might...
Posted by on Mon, 24 Mar 2008 17:57:00 GMT

Heiden Spaas

The clomp and crunch of many booted feet resounds through the dimly-lit forest. Beyond the ranks of spearmen ahead of me I can see that the forest thins and meets its end. The forward scouts must have...
Posted by on Sat, 10 Nov 2007 01:37:00 GMT

Csejthe Field

    The following is a story from the Hungary Campaign of 2026. I have not changed the names. I have not omitted any detail. I have transcribed these words exactly as they were told to ...
Posted by on Thu, 18 Oct 2007 18:39:00 GMT

Autumn Dance

AUTUMN DANCE   Dawn. The sun creeps through the frost-kissed woodland like at thief, stealing shadow and safety from those that move in darkness. The day-creatures stir, filling the forest with ...
Posted by on Thu, 18 Oct 2007 16:57:00 GMT