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Eighteen Rings

18 Rings! 18 Rings!

All I've got of all I had is 18 rings!

Oh when I ran a business

I ate and drank full well

But that was all in Mournwald

Now there's nothing left to sell!

18 Rings! 18 Rings!

All I've got of all I had is 18 rings!

I used to harvest Weirwood

And hoped to gain much wealth

But that got sacked by Jotun

Which was not good for my health!

18 Rings! 18 Rings!

All I've got of all I had is 18 rings!

Oh then I had a navy,

I'd trade goods by the score

But that got trounced by Grendel

So I don't trade any more!

18 Rings! 18 Rings!

All I've got of all I had is 18 rings!

I used to harvest Mana

Which sparkled in the light,

But nothing could restore it

When it perished in the Blight!

18 Rings! 18 Rings!

All I've got of all I had is 18 rings!

Oh when I mined for Ilium

A good lye I had got

But someone told the Dragons

They could take the blinking lot!

18 Rings! 18 Rings!

All I've got of all I had is 18 rings!

Oh once I had a sinecure,

And promised not to shirk!

But then the Civil Service

Lost my bloody paperwork!

18 Rings! 18 Rings!

All I've got of all I had is 18 rings!

I tried my hand a preaching,

And dabbled with Liao,

But that was down in Spiral,

So they're no use to me now!

18 Rings! 18 Rings!

All I've got of all I had is 18 rings!

I grew trees in my forest

It seemed to be good fun,

But then the fucking Druj came by

And poisoned every one!

18 Rings! 18 Rings!

All I've got of all I had is 18 rings!

High up on the mountains

I grew herbs by the tonne!

But snow that came in winter

Went and shrivelled every one!

18 Rings! 18 Rings!

All I've got of all I had is 18 rings!

So underground I headed

To mine for metals rare!

Since bandits robbed my caravan,

I've nothing left to spare!

18 Rings! 18 Rings!

All I've got of all I had is 18 rings!

Then I became a Senator,

Oh I was truly stroked!

But Highguard didn't like me -

So I quickly got revoked!

18 Rings! 18 Rings!

All I've got of all I had is 18 rings!
The Book of Sigehold

The Book of Sigehold actually refers to two books. They are two books compiled by those within Sigehold when Skarsind was gifted to the orcs necessitating Sigehold's relocation to Valasmark.

One book was held on to by the Hall, and one gifted to the Skywise. The books documented the rise of Sigehold and the experiences and memories its members had in Skarskind, as well as tales from Anvil leading up to the yielding of Skarskind to the the Imperial Orcs.

Then the books were blank at their gifting, to be filled in as Sigehold found their new home outside of Skarskind, and for the Skywise to chronicle their experiences within Skarsind.

At some point in the future, it is intended that the books be brought back together, when the pages are filled with stories and worth.

## Contents

Map of Skarsind

The Sigehold Oath

Preface: The Purpose of the Book

### Chapter 1: Before the Fall

Skarsind That Was by Veikko

A Family Tree by Eeva

The Founding of Frosthorn Hold by Thandral Proudhart

The Bitterblooms of Hunfirth's Hill by Iron Osric

Purebright by Relnor

The Oath of Atalaq from Od's Hala recorded by Liissa

Recipe for Salmon Gravlax by Ingrid the Unreasonable

Steinrvala by Edmund Ealdredsson

Memories of Family by Lumi the Bright

### Chapter 2: The Thule Invasion

(373YE to 377YE)

Lament for Skarsind by Unknown Author

This Was His Home by Striking Ardith

The Fall of Frosthorn Hold by Ulwen

Three Brothers by Laughing Wulfric

The Tale of Hauka by Veikko

The Long Road Home by Liissa Sigeing

The Longing of the Winterborn Children recorded by Liissa Sigeing

Sorrow of the Children of Od recorded by Liissa Sigeing

### Chapter 3: From Sigehold to Anvil

(377YE to 379YE)

Rescue by Ulwen

Riddles and Songs by Eeva

The Children of Anvil by Veikko

The Captain's Sister by Liissa Sigeing

The Festival of Worth by Liissa Sigeing

Liissa's Song by The Crew of Elsa the Fury, recorded by Liissa Sigeing

A Sigehold Wedding by Veikko

The Women of Sigehold Weaving Flowers for Thandral and Roana's Wedding (Traditional Sermersuaq) recorded by Liissa Sigeing

Garrius by Garrius

Keep Skarsind in Your Heart by Elijas the Red

The Friends I've Made by Jussi Sigeing

### Chapter 4: To The Imperial Orcs

(Winter 379YE)

A collection of messages and final thoughts for the Imperial Orcs, from us, those who have relinquished Skarsind.

### Chapter 5: Sigehold in Hahnmark

(From Spring 379YE)

Map of Hahnmark

The Women of Sigehold Weaving Flowers for Osric and Elsa's Wedding (Traditional Sermersuaq) recorded by Liissa Sigeing

Liissa Masseur by a Knight Errant of Dawn

Barien's Challenge to Liissa by Lolhawk Sherarding

### Chapter 6: Scop Naming Tales

Aelfric Nosebiter

Aethelric the Grounded Grimnir

Dreaming Taru

Elsa the Fury

Ingrid the Unreasonable

Iron Osric

Orvokki the Ice-Walker

Relnor the Coward

Ruhte Armbreaker

Striking Ardith

Tauno - Leader of the Fifteen

Thandral Proudhart

Theo Brassballs

Ulwen the Wolf of the Mark

Vanja Oddsbreaker

Veikko Bondforger
MTV Unplugged

**MTV Unplugged** – koncert Lady Pank dla telewizji MTV zagrany 22 czerwca 2022 roku na warszawskiej Scenie Relax. Wybrane utwory nagrane podczas koncertu znalazły się na płycie CD wydanej 25 listopada 2022 roku. Materiał w wersji wideo wzbogacony o piosenki "Vademecum skauta", "Wojna światów", "Znowu pada deszcz" i "Mała wojna" można obejrzeć na platformie Player. Nagrania piosenek "Nie wierz nigdy kobiecie", "Zabić strach", "Na co komu dziś" oraz "Mniej niż zero" z tego koncertu nie zostały wydane. W dniu premiery ogłoszono również trasę koncertową MTV Unplugged, która rozpoczęła się 9 marca 2023 w Krakowie.

## Muzycy

* Jan Borysewicz – gitara solowa
* Janusz Panasewicz – śpiew
* Kuba Jabłoński – perkusja
* Krzysztof Kieliszkiewicz – gitara basowa
* Michał Sitarski – gitara
* Wojciech Olszak – klawisze
* Bernard Maseli – klawisze
* Jakub Dubik (Cello Brothers) – wiolonczela
* Mikołaj Błaszczyk (Cello Brothers) – wiolonczela
* Marcin Nowakowski – saksofon
* Tomasz Organek – śpiew
* Piotr Cugowski – śpiew

## Setlista

1. „Rozbitkowie” (muz. J. Borysewicz; sł. J. Panasewicz)
2. „Vademecum skauta” (muz. J. Borysewicz; sł. A. Mogielnicki)
3. „Zamki na piasku” (muz. J. Borysewicz; sł. A. Mogielnicki)
4. „Du du” (muz. J. Borysewicz; sł. A. Mogielnicki)
5. „Sztuka latania” (muz. J. Borysewicz; sł. A. Mogielnicki)
6. „Kryzysowa narzeczona” (muz. J. Borysewicz; sł. A. Mogielnicki)
7. „Młode orły” (muz. J. Borysewicz; sł. J. Panasewicz)
8. „Mój świat bez ciebie” (muz. J. Borysewicz; sł. J. Panasewicz)
9. „Wojna światów” (premiera) (muz. J. Borysewicz; sł. T. Organek) (feat. T. Organek)
10. „Minus 10 w Rio” (muz. J. Borysewicz; sł. A. Mogielnicki)
11. „Znowu pada deszcz” (muz. J. Borysewicz; sł. J. Panasewicz)
12. „Nie wierz nigdy kobiecie” (muz. J. Borysewicz; sł. A. Mogielnicki)
13. „Krokodyle tańczą” (premiera) (muz. J. Borysewicz; sł. A. Mogielnicki)
14. „Zawsze tam gdzie ty” (muz. J. Borysewicz; sł. J. Skubikowski)
15. „Zostawcie Titanica” (muz. J. Borysewicz; sł. G. Ciechowski)
16. „Zabić strach” (muz. J. Borysewicz; sł. B. Olewicz)
17. „Stacja Warszawa” (muz. J. Borysewicz; sł. A. Mogielnicki) (feat. P. Cugowski)
18. „Wspinaczka (czyli historia pewnej rewolucji)” (muz. J. Borysewicz; sł. A. Mogielnicki)
19. „Na co komu dziś” (muz. J. Borysewicz; sł. B. Olewicz)
20. „Mniej niż zero” (muz. J. Borysewicz; sł. A. Mogielnicki)
21. „Mała wojna” (muz. J. Borysewicz; sł. Z. Hołdys)

na bis:

1. „Sztuka latania” (muz. J. Borysewicz; sł. A. Mogielnicki)
2. „Krokodyle tańczą” (muz. J. Borysewicz; sł. A. Mogielnicki)
3. „Zawsze tam gdzie ty” (muz. J. Borysewicz; sł. J. Skubikowski)
4. „Wciąż bardziej obcy” (muz. J. Borysewicz; sł. A. Mogielnicki)
Heroic Dead

Those members of the hall who have achieved a good death whether or not they have been returned to the swamps of Kallavesa. Also those who have achieved notoriety in their deaths, feel free to get into a fight with our stormcrows about the nature of the word 'heroic'. (*In Progress*)

## Fallen in Battle

### 383

Tauno Einnerson The Leader of the Fifteen, Runesmith Mage

### Winter Solstice - 381

Nestori, Crow of Ambition, Scop of Sigehold

### Winter Solstice - 379

Striking Ardith, the First Warden, Steinr Thane of the Hall

Ulwen the Wolf of the Mark, Warrior

Elva, Steward of the Hall

Thandral Proudhart, Artisan

Laughing Wulfric, Battle Mage

Roana, Artisan

Theo 'Brassballs' Kelvinsson, Summer Ritualist and Head of the Kesanling

### Ikka's Tears, Autumn Equinox - 378

Lumi the Bright, Suaq scout and scop.

Jussi, Grimnir

Elijas the Red, Stormcrow

Esteri, Apothecary

### Summer Solstice - 378

Saija, Kallavesi Spring Ritualist of the Sherard Coven.

## Died in the Swamp

### Winter 383

*Eeva Sieging* who's items were returned to Sigehold late in 383 having died whilst on a Mystics journey
Elijas the Red

## Early Years

Elijas was the youngest of three children, his parents were bakers and no doubt the source of the sweet tooth which would plague him for the rest of his life. Unlike his siblings who were content to live out their days never seeing beyond the borders of the Mark, Elijas craved more and when he came of age, set off to study the Way in the lands of Highguard.

Unfortunately his temperament was not suited to the austere halls of that land, earning many the boot to the backside but he did learn valuable lessons in how the Virtues differed from one place to another. Whilst they stayed the same, how they were followed did vary and so the young Elijas made his way across the lands in search of wisdom.

### The Resistance

When he returned, Skarsind was aflame with the fires of rebellion. His village was gone and his family dead, Elijas was consumed with bitterness and rage. Taking up a pair of swords he found, the would-be priest wandered his way over the frozen tundra until a chance meeting with Ardith. Seeing in her the flames of Ambition, he joined her merry band of misfits as their Stormcrow. By day he would fight alongside them as Elijas the Red, thus named for his exceptionally bright clothing. By night he kept counsel and got really, really drunk with them.

### Death

*'You are a terrible priest but a wonderful friend' - Osric*

Elijas died at the Battle of Ikka's Tears. Whilst his body was never recovered, it is widely believed that he perished laughing that the foul orcs had run out of wall to nail him to.

Despite his reputation as a drunkard and fool, he left a sizable number of handwritten tomes to Sigehold to help guide the next generation.
Rozbitkowie

**Rozbitkowie** – siódmy utwór z albumu Na Na opublikowanego w 1994 roku. Był to pierwszy utwór do którego tekst napisał Janusz Panasewicz.

## Autorzy

* muzyka – Jan Borysewicz
* słowa – Janusz Panasewicz

## Muzycy

* Jan Borysewicz – gitara
* Janusz Panasewicz – śpiew
* Krzysztof Kieliszkiewicz – gitara basowa
* Kuba Jabłoński – perkusja
* Andrzej Łabędzki – gitara

## Tekst

1. Kochanie powiedz mi, że mieszkasz na ulicy.

Jest późno kiedy idziesz spać.

Naprawdę powiedz mi, nikt przecież nas nie słyszy.

W hotelach nie ma dla nas miejsc.

        Tańczą na głowie – rozbitkowie.

        Lecą do góry, lecą w dół.

        Tańczą bogowie, co im powiesz?

        W parku na ławce dobrze im.

2. Pójdziemy sobie gdzieś, jak starzy lunatycy.

Butelkę wina mam, ogrzejemy się.

Ja przecież dobrze wiem, potrzeba ci słodyczy.

Ostatnią bramę zamknął nocny stróż.

        Tańczą na głowie – rozbitkowie.

        Lecą do góry, lecą w dół.

        Tańczą bogowie, co im powiesz?

        W parku na ławce dobrze im.

3. Kiedy dotykasz mnie nic więcej się nie liczy.

I nie mów nic, dobrze jest jak jest.

Zabierasz tylko płaszcz i trochę tajemnicy.

Jest wtorek, zrywam się ze snu.

        Tańczą na głowie – rozbitkowie.

        Lecą do góry, lecą w dół.

        Tańczą bogowie, co im powiesz?

        W parku na ławce dobrze im.

        Tańczą na głowie – rozbitkowie.

        Lecą do góry, lecą w dół.

        Tańczą bogowie, co im powiesz?

        W parku na ławce dobrze im.

## Rozbitkowie na płytach zespołu Lady Pank

* Na Na (1994)
* Mała wojna – akustycznie (1995)
* Bez prądu, DVD (2016)
Sorrow of the Children of Od

## Author Unknown

I was born in the howling lands; the white wastes my earliest home,

I was born where the days are long and the trolls our ancient foe

Long overcome by my fathers’ fathers

And their names I do not know.

I was born where the Atalaq tents see the glacier of Atkonartoq

I was born where the peewits caw and circle in the sky

I was born to the Suaq cold

Beneath the peewit’s cry.

The Thule they came to my homeland they came and they came again

They took away my father’s life; they took my mother’s ken

And I was given as a child

To my hala’s old sworn friend.

I grew me to five years old where the goatherds and their charges are

And I grew me to parents who were proud in honour and in duty

On the flowers of the highland passes

In Skarsind’s mountain beauty.

And the Thule they came again, The Thule they won that day.

The Thule they are barbarians in fierce barbarian horde

And we ran, I knew not where
Whilst clawing, eating ravens cawed.

My hala’s brothers lost their lives, their wives the same way,

And I was lost and hopeless in the freezing mountain pass

But I am born of Winter

And my loss will not last.

I wandered long and lonely as were all the empty children,

Those who walked from mountains in the final days of cost

To greener, warmer lands

That were not our home, home we had twice lost.
Z niczego coś

**Z niczego coś** – piąty utwór z albumu Miłość i władza opublikowanego w 2016 roku.

## Autorzy

* muzyka – Jan Borysewicz
* słowa – Bogdan Olewicz

## Muzycy

* Jan Borysewicz – gitara,
* Janusz Panasewicz – śpiew
* Kuba Jabłoński – perkusja
* Krzysztof Kieliszkiewicz – gitara basowa

## Tekst

Świat się robi mały,

a przybywa ciągle nas,

by miasta murem stały

wytną gdzieś ostatni las.

Poucza nas reklama:

jak ci smutno idź coś kup.

Z ekranu do śniadania

film jak żniwo zbiera głód.

Wiem, czasy takie mamy

jak wariata chore sny

i albo radę damy

albo ogień, popiół, dym.

        Tak jak zawsze rządzi kto więcej ma

        fabryk, banków, broni, by innych lać.

        Aby świat naprawić jest kasy dość

        skoro da się zrobić z niczego coś.

Ty mówisz, że mnie kochasz,

ale nie chcesz dzieci mieć.

I myślisz, że dorosłaś,

resztę ci podpowie sieć.

        Marne mamy szanse na swoje wyjść,

        mało wiem o tobie – ty o mnie nic.

        Gdy złudzenia prysną zostanie złość:

        czemu nam nie wyszło z niczego coś?

        Zazdrość mózg wypala, nienawiść żre

        innym się udaje, a tobie nie.

        Więc mozolnie składaj do grosza grosz,

        jak nie umiesz zrobić z niczego coś.

        Marne mamy szanse na prostą wyjść

        jeśli nie robimy w tej sprawie nic.

        Aby świat naprawić jest kasy dość

        skoro da się zrobić z niczego coś.

        Kto maszynę czasu w garażu ma

        ten wie jak się kończy historia ta.

        Tam, gdzie słońce wschodzi, tam mieszka gość,

        który w końcu zrobi coś wszystkim na złość.
A Warming Fire

Part of a series on Songs and Stories of Sigehold

## History

Written by Nestori Eddason for a song of Hospitality for the festival of fire in the Winter of Y381. It was to be his final piece and was sung in rememberance at his funeral,

## Lyrics

A Traveller seeks a refuge from the winds and snow

A fire in the horizon guides as light begins to low

The howl of the gale and the bite of the frost Speeds him to his quarry

Lest the cold will take its cost.

He approaches a hold with a banner unknown

But knows the Mark’ll never turn away one of its own.

The gates open wide as our traveller nears

The thane greets him with open arms and words he longs to hear.

**Come warm yourself by the fire.**

**And drink from the spirit of our hold.**

**Then tell us of your tale till you tire.**

**Joining embers of the Stories once told.**

The man tells of lands beyond the snow of the mark

Of beasts and monsters, far and wide that lurk within the dark

He speaks of great battles his enemies now slain

Now the fire within the hold lets his spirit breath again

He asks the Thane before him by what name goes your hall?

The thane she says it matters not, what matters is the call;

Whenever a friend or an ally is ever in need

The Mark’ll always answer with warm fire and spiced mead.

**Come warm yourself by the fire.**

**And drink from the spirit of our hold.**

**Then tell us of your tale till you tire.**

**Joining embers of the Stories once told.**

**Yes, Come warm yourself by the fire.**

**And drink from the spirit of our hold.**

**Then tell us of your tale till you tire.**

**Joining embers of the Stories once told.**

Our traveller sets to leave in the mornings first light.

He thanks the Thane for giving him the shelter in the night.

She says with a smile though we mortals get old

The fire will always welcome ‘those with stories to be told.

So I turn to you my friends won’t you sit by our fire.

This song and this story are meant to inspire

The customs we live by will keep our nation strong.

You may not know the words, but we will always sing this song.

**Come warm yourselves by the fire.**

**And drink from the spirit of the mark.**

**Then tell us of your tales till you tire.**

**Together we shall hold back the dark.**

**Come warm yourselves by the fire.**

**And drink from the spirit of the mark.**

**Then tell us of your tales till you tire.**

**Together we shall hold back the dark.**

**Come warm yourselves by the fire.**

**And drink from the spirit of the mark.**

**Then tell us of your tales till you tire.**

**Together we shall hold back the dark.**

…

**Oh come warm yourselves by the fire**

**Take heed of the words that I say.**

**From now till the day we expire.**

**The Mark will always light the way.**
Lumi the Bright

A changeling Suaq scout, Lumi was not among Sigehold during its formative years, having been presumed dead in the attack on her Hall in Skarsind. As Ardith's sister, she was her only surviving family, having been saved by the intervention of a Herald. She joined Sigehold in the summer of 378, but was with them for a tragically short time, falling in battle at the next Anvil (Autumn Equinox, 378).
Songs, Stories and Scop Names of Sigehold

Some of these have been written by Scops and other members of Sigehold Hall, others are just ones that are popular around the Sigehold fire and originate from all over the Mark and beyond. Tales of various exploits of the members of Sigehold and those with Scop names are also popular.

## A Warming Fire

A song of Wintermark welcome and hospitality written by Nestori. it was his final song, and sung at his funeral.

## Drink For The Mark

A drinking song written by Sigvar when we was on his travels - he found it was the easiest way to entertain other scops and get a free drink.

## Futility

Song written by Nestori in the Varushkan style.

## Lament

Song part written by Nestori and finished by Sigvar. It is a song of sorrow for loss of loved ones.

## Liissa's House

Written to promote Liissa's business by the Wintermark Scop, Lolhawk.

## Oh Wintermark

Traditionally sung by Wintermark sailors along the Brass Coast

## The Freeborn Corsairs

A sea shanty written by Nestori in the style of the bass coast.

## Roll Them In The Swamp

Old Kallavesi drinking song written by Sigvar Yverson

## Sing for the Mark!

Written by Tarik of Ashenhall and popular across Wintermark.

## Summer Love Song

Written by Nose-Biter in memory of Roana and Thandral.

## The Flowers of Sigehold

Written by Liissa Sigeing, in memory of those who fell in the Winter of 379.

## The Song of Elsa

Written by Eeva Sigeing, Scop of Sigehold
Lament

From a series from Songs and Stories of Sigehold

## History

Nestori, realising that he had no songs to mourne the dead decided to write a song on the cliction between loss of someone you know, whilst knowing they were bound for another life. The final farewell. Unfortunately Nestori died before finishing this song. Sigvar Yverson, upong finding the texts, took it upon himself to finalise the writing in keeping with the origional style based on Nestori's notes.

## Lyrics

Alone they soar, far above the land

Whilst my sweet love still holds my hand

Their path now meets the coming rain

They have now gone, I must remain

But one truth I know:

One solace I can take.

At journeys end their soul awakes

At journeys end their soul awakes

At journeys end their soul awakes

I leave them now, to our ancient glade

to rest eternal where all shall lay

As I take my leave, I will feel this pain

of the closing dark, and coming rain.

But one truth I know:

One solace I can take

At journeys end their soul awakes

At journeys end their soul awakes

At journeys end their soul awakes

One day I know, I shall return

to where my love and heartache burns

But till my skein at last has set

My sweetest love, I shall not forget

But one truth I know

When my night finally breaks

At journeys end our souls awake

At journeys end our souls awake

At journeys end our souls awake

Alone I will soar, far above the land

Where I long to hold, my lovers hand.
The Riddle of Deep Pamyat

This was a riddle set by Lashonar in order that Liissa could enter the well at Deep Pamyat in Miekova, Varushka in order to regain her memories of Elsa the Fury.

Seven Folk came to Deep Pamyat Well

Led by one with a tale to tell

of a ragged hole torn deep and wide,

the pain of remembrance cast aside.

Seven Folk came to Deep Pamyat Well

the next with music wove a spell

the nightborn guardians' tempers soothed,

the path to recollection gently smoothed.

Seven folk came to Deep Pamyat Well

The third was one who did impel

From the leader, sorrow, gried,

and a need to seek relief.

Seven folk came to Deep Pamyat Well

The fourth prepared, to inhale, foretell.

Before the guardians, took first draught,

of visions, dreams, a seers craft.

Seven folk came to Deep Pamyat Well

The fifth brought a bargain to compel.

A memory bright to leave behind,

but not so deep to harm their kind.

Seven folk came to Deep Pamyat Well

In understanding Sung, one did excel

and spoke for the guardians' a shining truth

exploring the mystery of their night roots.

Seven folk came to Deep Pamyat Well

The last the guardian's fears did quell,

groomed nails and hair and whispered kindly

"tend you I will, and never blindly"

Seven folk returned from Deep Pamyat Well

Every one with a tale to tell

The saddest with lacuna healed

The kindest, with a crystal yield.

Seven folk came to Deep Pamyat Well

How long ago no one can tell

The guardians say it'll happen again

When one seeks a memory full of pain.
Oh Wintermark

And now my lads be of good cheer

 For the Old Brass Coast will soon draw near

 And we’ll set a course for the Cazar's Fear

 Oh Elsa get your oatcakes done

*Oh Wintermark Oh Wintermark*

*Oh you long-haired Steinr hanging down behind*

*Oh Wintermark Oh Wintermark*

*Oh Elsa get your oatcakes done*

And now Cazar's Fear it is in sight

We’ll be off Shining Pillar tomorrow night

And we’ll steer a course for the Calvos Light

Oh Elsa get your oatcakes done

*Oh Wintermark Oh Wintermark*

*Oh you long-haired Steinr hanging down behind*

*Oh Wintermark Oh Wintermark*

*Oh Elsa get your oatcakes done*

And now my lads we’re off Calvos Head

No more salt beef or weevily bread

One man in the chains for to heave the lead

Oh Elsa get your oatcakes done

*Oh Wintermark Oh Wintermark*

*Oh you long-haired Steinr hanging down behind*

*Oh Wintermark Oh Wintermark*

*Oh Elsa get your oatcakes done*

And now my lads we’re off Vassa Rock

All hammocks lashed and sea-chests locked

And we’ll haul her into the Spider Dream Dock

Oh Elsa get your oatcakes done

*Oh Wintermark Oh Wintermark*

*Oh you long-haired Steinr hanging down behind*

*Oh Wintermark Oh Wintermark*

*Oh Elsa get your oatcakes done*

And now my lads we’re all in dock

We’ll be off to Kalavesa on the spot

And there we’ll sup a big pint pot Elsa get your oatcakes done

Oh Elsa get your oatcakes done

*Oh Wintermark Oh Wintermark*

*Oh you long-haired Steinr hanging down behind*

*Oh Wintermark Oh Wintermark*

*Oh Elsa get your oatcakes done*
Liissa Masseur

Written as part of a test of mettle by a Dawnish Yeoman, later Knight who for many years was a regular customer of Liissa in Anvil.

I duelled a Thane of Wintermark,

His name I can't recall.

We fought for two minutes and I was diminshed

but that's not a story at all!

If you want a tale of true resolve,

There's a better one for sure.

A warrior bold who can smite young and old,

Yes I speak of Liissa the masseur.

The Thane fought uncourageously,

His style it lacked panache.

But Liissa's hands prove as she works at your grooves

That her service is far from slapdash.

She leaves her customers sighing,

While some cry out for more,

It's only ten thrones as she loosens your bones

What a bargain from Liissa Masseur!

The Thane was dull as turnip stew,

He'd send you to sleep.

But Liissa's acclaimed and her fingers are famed

For causing the strongest to weep.

Ideal for when you're weary,

Or if you're feeling sore,

She'll challenge your limits and lift up your spirits

For she is Liissa the masseur.

The Thane left no impression

But Liissa eased my strife,

She massaged my head, "It's no trouble ," she said

And now we've a friendship for life.

If ever I'm in Wintermark.

I'll give her place a tour,

A joy for the skin fit for Queen or for King

Is the service of Liissa masseur!
Esteri

Known by most of Sigehold in her twilight years Esteri joined the hall soon after it formed. She died in the Battle of Ikka's Tears in 378.

### History

Esteri, known within Sigehold as Ester, was Kallavesi and originally hailed from Kallavesa but was wandering in Skarsind at the time it fell to the Thule.

### Joining the Hall

She joined with the Hall during Sigehold's formative years. Though in her younger years she had been likened to a falcon for her sharp eyes and quickness it was as a well-respected apothecary and healer she took to the battlefield with Ardith.

### Time in Anvil

Esteri visited Anvil with her Hall only twice, once in the Summer of 378 and then again at the Autumn Equinox that year.

### Death

Her sense of duty and heroism led to her falling in battle at Ikka's Tears (Autumn Equinox, 378) alongside Fussy Jussi, Lumi the Bright and Elias the Red.
Battle Anthem

I am the spear that's swift to strike in danger,

I am the shield that turns all foes away,

I am the walls raised high against the darkness,

Standing fast until the day

One voice, one people and one Empire,

One Throne and one Loyalty,

One will to drive us ever onwards

One glorious Destiny.

I am the iron quarried from the mountains,

Forged in fire till only steel remains,

I am the wind that gives the Empire breath and life,

I am the quick blood in it's veins.

One voice, one people and one Empire,

One Throne and one Loyalty,

One will to drive us ever onwards

One glorious Destiny.

I am the flame that burns inside the Empire's heart

I am the earth's great bones, steadfast and sure,

I am the bonds the hold us fast in fellowship,

That forever will endure.

One voice, one people and one Empire,

One Throne and one Loyalty,

One will to drive us ever onwards

One glorious Destiny.
Miracle Worker Approved

“I can’t believe you’ve put it up.” Said Giste.
“On the wall. Where people can *see*”

“Oh what?” Liissá turned around, “It says Miracle Worker approved.”

“Everyone here knows who it was.”

“That’s not going to put any regulars off, and people passing through aren’t going to know. Just that a legitimate Miracle Worker certified this place.”

“She’s signed it.”

“It’s a signature, no ones going to look close enough to read it.”

“Really? Because that’s a fairly big ‘M’ and an ‘R’ right there and there’s fifteen of her Urizeni refugees in Osric’s hall and at the farms.”

“Look. A miracle worker certified the place...”

“She called it a sanitary inspection.”

Liissá looked up towards the bedrooms nervously. “Shhh. Keep your voice down, that really upset Erta last time.”

“That was why you sent her with the message whilst the fish was here?!?”

“Seriously, keep your voice down.” Liissá looked upwards guiltily again but there was no sign they had been overheard. “Look, we get to say we’re especially virtuous ok.”

“But it’s *Medea Ruth*.”

“She’s still a Miracle Worker according to the Synod.”

“It’s *Medea Racistfish Ruth*” moaned Giste again.

“Ok, anything that gets us a Virtuous reputation is good. And look,” Liissá put a comforting arm around the older woman’s shoulders. “How Long do you think she’s going to survive? The amount of assassination attempts on her has to be growing and one will be successful. Once she’s dead we’re free and clear because all that will be left is the knowledge she was a Virtuous Miracle Worker, hell maybe even a whateveryoucallit, Paragon or Exemplar or something and she won’t be around... Medea Ruthing all over the place.”

Giste groaned. “It was ok when you’d barred her, Aethelric would invite her to Sigehold and we’d get extra custom from everyone who wanted to avoid her but now you’ve put that damned certificate on the wall.”

“It was one time, her checking through our herb dates, and a Virtuous reputation is good for Prosperity.”

Giste looked at her employer pityingly.

“You didn’t hear her say she would be doing this annually did you?”

Liissá looked at Giste for a moment and then silently reached for the Mierkovan vodka.
The Flowers of Sigehold

Written by Liissa Sigeing in honour of those of Sigehold who fell against the Grendel in the Winter of 379 and performed by her at their memorial wake.

### The Flowers of Sigehold

See the flowers of Sigehold fall,

The Grendel ruin all

They fell together not alone

Hold of victory and red flower

We'll craft to wield our power

Unbroken by the storm, Sigehold Hall

They shall pay for Thane Ardith's life,

For Wolf Ulwen deceived by lies,

Blood, fire, war and the Stormcrows at our side

We shall avenge our tears

Falling like rain.

Let the wrath of Changelings strike

For Roana's bark and her bite,

For Thandral and for Frosthorn's lights

Let the summer rage within

We'll work to forge with our kin

A vengeance worthy of you too.

They shall pay for brave Elva's life

ForLaughing Wulfric dead at her side

Blood, fire, war and the Stormcrows at our side

We shall avenge our tears

Falling like rain.

Theodral Brassballs Kelvinsson

Fell at his Thane's command his staff in hand

We'll break the Grendel for our red flowers dear

And we shall avenge our tears

Falling like rain

Ruin the Grendel, all,

See the flowers of Sigehold fall.
Dla Alicji

**Dla Alicji** – dwunasty, ostatni utwór z albumu Łowcy głów opublikowanego w 1998 roku. Utwór instrumentalny.

Utwór jest dedykowany Alicji (ur. 1997), córce Jana Borysewicza i jego drugiej żony Patrycji Sinkowskiej (ur. 1973).

## Muzycy

* Jan Borysewicz – gitara
* Krzysztof Kieliszkiewicz – gitara basowa
* Kuba Jabłoński – perkusja
* Andrzej Łabędzki – gitara
Drzewa

**Drzewa** – dziesiąty utwór z albumu LP40 opublikowanego w 2021 roku. Był to trzeci singiel promujący płytę. Premiera singla miała miejsce 19 lutego 2021. Do utworu powstał teledysk w reżyserii Pascala Pawliszewskiego. Dwa dni przed premierą opublikowano teaser (zwiastun).

Utwór zwraca uwagę na bardzo ważny problem społeczny związany z rozprzestrzeniającą się wśród Polaków depresją wywołaną izolacją społeczną w wyniku ekspansji koronawirusa. Problem ten był coraz bardziej odczuwalny w 2020 roku, gdy świat ogarnęła pandemia COVID-19.

Tekst nawiązuje do testu pozwalającego ocenić równowagę dynamiczną (utrzymywanie prawidłowej postawy ciała podczas przemieszczania się). Ten "Walk Test" polega na przejściu w pozycji stojącej po namalowanej cienkiej linii stawiając jedną stopę za drugą. Pacjent porusza się po linii z wystawionymi w bok rękami obawiając się "upadku" w przepaść. Wskazuje to na stany depresyjne.

## Autorzy

* muzyka – Jan Borysewicz
* słowa – Wojciech Byrski

## Muzycy

* Jan Borysewicz – gitara solowa
* Janusz Panasewicz – śpiew
* Kuba Jabłoński – perkusja
* Krzysztof Kieliszkiewicz – gitara basowa

## Tekst

1. Kreskę rysują nam

i równo po niej karzą przejść.

Jak ja to zrobić mam?

Upadek znaczy pewną śmierć.

        ref.

        Jak te drzewa wichrem poszarpane

        tak nasze życie się chwieje cały czas.

        Jak te drzewa burzą połamane

        mojego serca ciągle słyszę trzask.

2. Ręce wystawiam w bok,

tak jakbym nad przepaścią szedł.

I nagle spadam w mrok,

A z góry słyszę...

        ref.

        Jak te drzewa wichrem poszarpane

        tak nasze życie się chwieje cały czas.

        Jak te drzewa burzą połamane

        mojego serca ciągle słyszę trzask.

        Jak te drzewa wichrem poszarpane

        tak nasze życie się chwieje cały czas.

        Jak te drzewa burzą połamane

        mojego serca ciągle słyszę trzask.

        ref.

        Jak te drzewa wichrem poszarpane

        tak nasze życie się chwieje cały czas.

        Jak te drzewa burzą połamane

        mojego serca ciągle słyszę trzask.

        Jak te drzewa wichrem poszarpane

        tak nasze życie się chwieje cały czas.

        Jak te drzewa burzą połamane

        mojego serca ciągle słyszę trzask.

Mojego serca ciągle słyszę trzask...

Mojego serca ciągle słyszę trzask...
Steinrvala

## by Edmund Ealdredsson

The First Draft of The First Stanza of The Uncompleted Steinrvala (A Mythical Telling of the Birth of the Noble Steinr People Of The Nation Of Wintermark)

Scribed By Edmund Ealdredsson Of Sigehold And Donated By His Brother Æthelric.

The Star who Fell

IN ancient times, a maiden,

Beauteous Daughter of the World,

Passed for ages her existence

In the great expanse of existence,

O'er the prairies yet enfolded.

Wearisome the maiden growing,

Her existence sad and hopeless,

Thus alone to live for her time

In the infinite expanses

Of the air above the sea-foam,

In the far outstretching spaces,

In a solitude of ether,

She descended to the ocean,

Waves her coach, and waves her pillow.

Thereupon the rising storm-wind

Flying from the East in fierceness,

Whips the ocean into surges,

Strikes her sisters with sprays of ocean

Till the waves are white with fervour.

To and fro they toss the maiden,

Storm-encircled, hapless maiden;

With her sport the rolling billows,

With her play the storm-wind forces,

On the blue back of the waters;

On the white-wreathed waves of ocean,

Play the forces of the salt-sea,

With the lone and helpless maiden;

Till at last in full conception,

Union now of force and beauty,

Sink the storm-winds into slumber;

Overburdened now the maiden

Cannot rise above the surface;

Seven hundred years she wandered,

Ages nine of man's existence,

Swam the ocean hither, thither,

Could not rise above the waters,

Conscious only of her travail;

Seven hundred years she laboured

Ere her first-born was delivered.

Thus she swam as water-mother,

Toward the east, and also southward,

Toward the west, and also northward;

Swam the sea in all directions,

Frightened at the strife of storm-winds,

Swam in travail, swam unceasing,

Ere her first-born was delivered.
Laughing Wulfric

WORK IN PROGRESS

Laughing Wulfric was one of the original members of Ardith's Resistance Band which later went on to form Sigehold Hall. He retained the command of his section of this band even after the formation of the Hall.

### History

Wulfric was originally from Leoding Hall, and it was with his two brothers, Iron Osric and Fussy Jussi, and his wife-to-be, Elva, that he joined Ardith in her fight against the Thule. Later they would be joined by Relnor, also of Leoding Hall. He was known as Laughing Wulfric after his reaction within one of his first military encampments was to laugh until tears rolled down his face when one of his fellows asked about the origin of another's scop name.

### Joining the Hall

He joined with Ardith in her resistance band against the Thule and then later, after Skarsind was taken back, he and his brother's helped her found Sigehold Hall on the mountain range between Pakaanen's Pass and the Glen of Shadows. As soon as the decision to found Sigehold was made he married Elva declaring his confidence in the new Hall. His cheerful presence and the jovial nature with which he greeted all aspects of life made him a favourite within the Hall even as it grew.

Though he was a man of little ambition, content to make merry in life, his attention was eventually drawn by the Hall of Worlds and particularly through Theo "Brassballs" Kelvinson's efforts he joined the Kesanling summer coven as a battlemage.

### Time in Anvil

Wulfric was from the first a great proponent of Sigehold's presence in Anvil and he was known for his encouragement of the other's in his Hall, from Ardith's position as First Warden of the Mark to Liissa's decision to challenge Barien Wulfric was always there to drink to their efforts.

He was unhappy with the gifting of Skarsind and like many in the Hall there were arguments about this with his wife, Elva.

His military unit was joined by a member of the Grim Legion due to his taking part in a ritual with Kaela of the Saker though after his death the unit disbanded either to settle within Sigehold's new home of Hahnmark or to join up with his brother Osric's command.

### Death

He fell, fighting bravely to the last, alongside Thane Ardith, his wife Elva, Theo "Brassballs", Thandral Proudhart, Roana and Ulwen, the Wolf of the Mark, at the Winter Solstice of 379.
Recipe for Salmon Gravla

## Recipe for Salmon Gravlax

### by Ingrid the Unreasonable

A traditional old Skarsind recipe – when I was a girl, this was simply a way of preserving fresh fish. The fishermen would simply cut their catch open, bury it thick sand or beneath a stony shore, and douse it in strong spirits to be preserved by the salty earth and retrieved later.

This is a more refined version, fit for fine halls and honoured guests.

You will need -

* A large side of filleted salmon
* Several generous handfuls of fresh dill
* Mustard
* Fine salt
* Caster sugar
* Good, strong gin

Lay the salmon, skin-down, in a large shallow casserole dish. Run your clean fingers over the surface of the salmon with gentle pressure, feeling for any stray pin-bones. If you find any of these, remove them carefully with a pair of tweezers.

Mix the sugar, salt, mustard and gin in equal parts (I usually use about 5 generous spoonfuls) and slather the mixture over the salmon. Massage the mixture into the salmon with the back of a spoon, making sure all the flesh is well-covered.

Take your handfuls of dill and arrange them thickly over the salmon. You shouldn’t be able to see anything under this layer of dill – you can’t really use too much!

Cover the dish loosely with film, leaving plenty of slack. This is important, so that you can place a weight on top of the dish to press down the dill into the salmon. Leave this chilled for at least 48 hours. To serve, scrape away the dill and any excess sauce. Place on a chopping board and slice thinly.

When bringing this dish to Anvil, I have usually kept it at the bottom of the icebox for the last day of travelling, beneath the frozen meat, and serve it with Saturday luncheon – though you will need to check your dish fits flat into the bottom of your icebox.
Pani Domu

**Pani Domu** – dodatek do skierowanego do kobiet dwutygodnika „Pani Domu” wydany na płycie CD. Został opublikowany w 2004 roku w cyklu „Złota seria” (cz. 1). Zawiera pięć utworów Lady Pank.

## Lista utworów

1. „7-me niebo nienawiści” (muz. J. Borysewicz; sł. A. Mogielnicki) – 4:35
2. „Zawsze tam gdzie ty” (muz. J. Borysewicz; sł. J. Skubikowski) – 4:18
3. „Kryzysowa narzeczona” (z płyty Koncertowa) (muz. J. Borysewicz; sł. A. Mogielnicki) – 4:03
4. „Tacy sami” (muz. J. Borysewicz; sł. J. Skubikowski) – 4:22
5. „Zostawcie Titanica” (muz. J. Borysewicz; sł. A. Mogielnicki) – 4:47

## Muzycy

* Jan Borysewicz – gitara, chórki
* Janusz Panasewicz – śpiew
* Krzysztof Kieliszkiewicz – gitara basowa (1, 3)
* Kuba Jabłoński – perkusja (1, 3)
* Edmund Stasiak – gitara (4, 5)
* Paweł Mścisławski – gitara basowa (4 ,5)
* Andrzej Łabędzki – gitara (3)
* Jarosław Szlagowski – perkusja (2)
* Piotr Urbanek – gitara basowa (2)
* Wojciech Pilichowski – gitara basowa (1)
* Rafał Paczkowski – instrumenty klawiszowe (1)
* automat perkusyjny (4, 5)
Ingrid the Unreasonable

Ingrid is a Stormcrow dedicated to the virtue of Vigilance. She leads a small congregation and runs a schoolhouse in one of the villages near Sigehold Hall.

## Origin

Born in Gildenheim to a minor but affluent family, Ingrid grew up as the middle child, with two sisters and one brother. Their parents operated a successful business in tailoring and fabric trading, successful enough to give their children a comfortable life free from hunger and lack.

Between a troublesome brother known as 'Nosebiter' and a capable older sister who was their parents pride and joy, Ingrid and her younger sister Elsa received the least of their parents attention and consequently enjoyed the most freedom. They devoted that freedom to little more than idle pastimes, expecting that when Elva, the eldest, eventually inherited the family business she would continue to keep them in the manner to which they were accustomed. That or that they would make good marriages among the merchants or warriors of Gildenheim.

Ingrid was 20 years old when Gildenheim fell to the Thule in 373YE. The family was separated in the attack on Gildenheim, and Ingrid was among those captured and enslaved. It would be almost four years before she would eventually be liberated by Striking Ardith, her sister Elva fighting at Ardith's side.

## Legends

Best known for throwing a skillet at a visiting scop.
The Festival of Worth

## by Lissa Sigeing

In the morning I awoke in Anvil, I awoke at the camp of Sigehold, my home for over a year. I awoke and I knew that I had achieved my childhood ambition, I had a home. I had a name. I had built my home in the lands of Sigehold within the mountains of Skarsind which I had not seen but in my dreams since childhood. Therefore, to mark this achievement I decided I would do something.

I did not know what until the trader passed through our camp sometime after we had eaten breakfast. She sold runes carved upon reindeer horn, and one of them was Naeve, the rune of Ambition. I bought it and hung it upon a cord and wore it proudly around my neck. I had achieved my ambition.

I know what it is to be homeless, I know what it is to want and to need and to desire to return home. I know what it is to regain that home too.
We were invited, as we sat in our camp for lunch, to come to the Imperial Orc’s Festival of Worth that night. I wondered what I could bring to the festival, what object of worth had I that the orcs would understand?

In the afternoon I saw an Imperial Orc taunt Wintermark with the Crown. I could see his anger and his pain, I had been homeless too. I chanted with the crowd that the Orcs were the fourth people of Wintermark and I knew it could not be an empty chant. One Nation, Four People. But then the Thanes asked for yet another Sacrifice and I thought my heart would break.

At the festival of worth I gave an Orc my Rune of Ambition to wear, for it was once again my ambition to find a new home for I had given up to him the one I had returned to. It is still my dream to build my home in the lands of Wintermark, and one day I will buy another sign of Naeve, carved upon another reindeer horn, when I have achieved that ambition.
The Song of Sigehold

The Song of Sigehold

Come one, come all be you young or you old

Come listen to the song of the Sigehold

This hall has it's routes in a warring time

So spare a few moments for these words of mine

No stranger to hardship, the snow or the cold

Founded by Striking Ardith, a leader so bold

The sons and the daughters of the Storm indeed

With courage in plenty for each other to bleed

Glady seeking a glorious end

To go wandering through the labyrinth's bends

And these are the deeds of what I've been told

That weave part of the story of the Sigehold

A motley crew did join together, freeing slaves from the Thule

Slipping through where the line was weak and freeing their friends from their masters cruel

As this band in number grew from those that had been caught or sold

They started the lines of this song and the founding of the Sigehold

Over the years this hall did prosper, spread its wings so it could soar

Hailing from the Wintermark in Skarsind in the frozen North

Now found to be in another land after gifting theirs to our friends the orcs

An event that would see much conflict here after that fateful equinox

But Hahnmark now counts this group as one of its Winterborn

With new adventures now in site as they make their mark in their new home

Giving up their homes and lands and everything that they did hold

With a greater view of the world, this is part of the charm of the Sigehold

It did soar like the eagle from its aerie on high

This hall now counts its members from all walks of life

The fighters of course that made up its spine

Which was needed when crawling through the blood and the grime

Since then though things are different so come now with me

And meet some of these folk now a great family

Runesmiths and healers, mages and stormcrows

Ladies of pleasure and people who trade and grow

None of this though lets their loyalty lie

Aside to those people they knew who did die

In the tragic battle of Winter 379

So to those heroic dead let us all raise some wine

And next time you have some flowers to hold

Let them remind you of the Sigehold