Wish for Odins hall, a yet untested dead.
Will the Valkyries be the guide to home and hearth and bed?
A soldier with no saga, a Skald that with no song, has hopes of Valhalla and a spirit so strong.
Lost soon to times ebb and flow, his deeds and his name, glory never won nor ever earned shame.
One who would fight in defense of his own, who would lay upon a pyre, his life for his home
A seat at Tyrs table the forever feast at hand. meat and mead each night after every days great battle and all of its demand