Clarimond/Introduction
Clarimond Harcourt is nearly one thousand years old. She was born to a Norman noble in the year of 1046, a descendant of Norse conquerors who settled northern France, and her bloodline is purely of this proud stock. She married a man of noble blood, also a Norman, and she accompanied him when William the Conqueror took the English crown. But their happiness did not last long.. the embrace happened. That is all she usually tells people as far as her history goes. If she trusts you, she may tell more, but this trust is not normally easy to win.
She speaks French, English, and Norse
We were the warriors of the north Notorious and brave We'd never lost a fight in war We feared not the grave
The ruler of this northern court My brother, lord, king He always had our loyal swords But we would feel his sting
The ageing king had no decendants No heir to take his throne It filled his soul with fear Transcendent That next in line was my first-born
The king's heart grew Full of dark deception Full of foul conspiracy This was when dark days Had their inception And we fell to his vile deceit
Robbed of arms, robbed of pride But he spared our lives The fear he had of Oden's wrath Held his vengeful knife
With hearts so cold we left our homes Banished from our land A life in shame, a life in grief Until we rise again
Winters come, winters pass Twenty wasted years We're ageing men, our youth is gone We will shed no tears
Winters come and winters pass Tenty years have gone Like a dream we fade away Into oblivion
We are the warriors of the north Notorious and brave We're old but strong as before And we don't fear the grave
From the south an army rises They ride under cross of gold From the shades we're called In a time of crisis To defend the king now weak and old
As the flames of warfare rage higher We feel our destiny's embrace We are ageing men of an old empire Now we can see Valhalla's gates
"Warriors of the North" by Amon Amarth
