#njals

[haveyoureadthisbook-poll]

#njals saga #book poll #have you read this book poll #polls

[sketchyandsketches]

Aurelien and Njal for @durgeteriormotives !

#i'm literally crying over them #sun elf aurelien belongs to my friend who commissioned me #njal is my half drow bebi #they're like yin and yang #i also never fought so hard with clothes but it worked out #bebis smooching #digital art #illustration #art #oc art #bg3 #bg3 art #tav #art commissions #commissions

[apersonwholikeslotus]

okay but Canada, US, Australia, and New Zealand all being scared of Denmark when they were little because he was the villain of all the scary stories from England.

All of them were so confused when they finally meet him, and sure he could be a little off at times if he was mad enough, but like??? "Are we sure this is the same guy from the stories dad told us???"

#Edmund counted this as his revenge against Njal #Scary stories for the kids about vikings #aph england #hws england #aph denmark #hws denmark #aph america #hws america #aph canada #hws canada #aph australia #hws australia #aph new zealand #hws new zealand #hetalia #hetalia headcanons

[gilgalahad]

"On Good-Friday that event happened in Caithness that a man whose name was Daurrud went out.

He saw folk riding twelve together to a bower, and there they were all lost to his sight.

He went to that bower and looked in through a window slit that was in it, and saw that there were women inside, and they had set up a loom.

Men's heads were the weights, but men's entrails were the warp and weft, a sword was the shuttle, and the reels were arrows. They sang these songs, and he learnt them by heart:

"See! warp is stretched For warriors' fall, Lo! weft in loom

'Tis wet with blood; Now fight foreboding, 'Neath friends' swift fingers, Our grey woof waxeth With war's alarms, Our warp bloodred, Our weft corseblue.

"This woof is y-woven With entrails of men, This warp is hardweighted With heads of the slain, Spears blood-besprinkled For spindles we use, Our loom ironbound, And arrows our reels; With swords for our shuttles This war-woof we work; So weave we, weird sisters, Our warwinning woof.

"Now Warwinner walketh To weave in her turn, Now Swordswinger steppeth, Now Swiftstroke, now Storm; When they speed the shuttle How spearheads shall flash! Shields crash, and helmgnawer On harness bite hard!

"Wind we, wind swiftly Our warwinning woof Woof erst for king youthful Foredoomed as his own, Forth now we will ride, Then through the ranks rushing Be busy where friends Blows blithe give and take.

"Wind we, wind swiftly Our warwinning woof, After that let us steadfastly Stand by the brave king; Then men shall mark mournful Their shields red with gore, How Swordstroke and Spearthrust Stood stout by the prince.

"Wind we, wind swiftly Our warwinning woof. When sword-bearing rovers To banners rush on, Mind, maidens, we spare not One life in the fray! We corse-choosing sisters Have charge of the slain.

"Now new-coming nations That island shall rule, Who on outlying headlands Abode ere the fight; I say that King mighty To death now is done, Now low before spearpoint That Earl bows his head.

"Soon over all Ersemen Sharp sorrow shall fall, That woe to those warriors Shall wane nevermore; Our woof now is woven. Now battlefield waste, O'er land and o'er water War tidings shall leap.

"Now surely 'tis gruesome To gaze all around. When bloodred through heaven Drives cloudrack o'er head; Air soon shall be deep hued With dying men's blood When this our spaedom Comes speedy to pass.

"So cheerily chant we Charms for the young king, Come maidens lift loudly His warwinning lay; Let him who now listens Learn well with his ears And gladden brave swordsmen With bursts of war's song.

"Now mount we our horses, Now bare we our brands, Now haste we hard, maidens, Hence far, far, away."

Then they plucked down the woof and tore it asunder, and each kept what she had hold of.

Now Daurrud goes away from the slit, and home; but they got on their steeds and rode six to the south, and the other six to the north. A like event befell Brand Gneisti's son in the Faroe Isles."

Njal's Saga - Ch 156

Art Credit: Einherjar_manga

#njal's saga #valkyrie

[gxst]

CLOSED STARTER : magnus & njal ( @cfbrckencrowns )

magnus was so tired of the rain and the winds. the sound of rain hitting the roof of his tent, the way he felt constantly damp as a result of all the moisture in the air and the way the cold seemed to have dug its way into his bones, for no matter how he tried to warm himself it did not work. his nose was runny, his shoes were wet, he was miserable. and this particular misery only pertained to the weather, don’t even get him started on the rest of it.

he did not know where aksel was. he did not know where oskar was. he could not care less about the presence of freyja or halvdan - but he did not want to be alone. he couldn’t bear it, so he gave in to his desperation for company and found himself entering njal’s tent. unannounced, as was his way of preventing being turned away. if they did not see you coming, they could not tell you to leave. he walked over to his bed, plopped down on it with a dramatic sigh, and then sniffled and wiped his nose with the back of his hand. “did you hear we're allowed to hunt for rabbits now? how many do you reckon we'll need to feed the whole clan?”

#. ◦ ◌ 🫧 m a g n u s #thr; magnus #magnus // njal

[ivarthebadbitch]

What do we know of this place? Trees, cities, and giant armies? These Norse are not our people. 

They are Viking, just like you. 

No. We are Greenlanders, as are you.

#vikings valhalla #freydis eriksdotter #leif eriksson #liv #yrsa #toke #skarde #ulf #njal #gifs #is that everyone? lol

[the-evil-authoress]

GX Month Week 2, Prompt: Soulmates

THIS TOOK ME FVE DAYS BUT IT EXITS. I didn't even bother with full lines, I just colored the sketch. I'll clean it up and add shading later.

Soulmate prompt really grabbed me like "YOU WILL ART NOW YOU WILL MORE ART THAN YOU HAVE EVER ARTED IT WILL BE A MASTERPIECE". Not sure I'm entirely happy with it but oh well.

From the top:

Hersha and Tre, the first life, the prince and his knight.

Jahl and Yoshua, the battle between the first Supreme King and the King of Light.

Njal and Rune, the one left waiting for the one who never came back.

And of course our loveable idiots obliviously playing cards.

#gxmonth2022 #YGO GX #yugioh gx #yu gi oh gx #jaden yuki #yuki judai #jesse anderson #johan andersen #across the stars #Hersha Danker Shatten #Tre Rossher #jahl #The Supreme King #haou gx #yoshua leighton #njal #rune #Meda's Art

[nether-twins]

@redemptioninchaos liked for a starter with Njal!

Earth was definitely the last place the elder expected to find himself on after escaping the Netherverse, and such a calm version of it, too. Well, at least on first glance, anyway. No one had been around to see him go through the pain that came with adapting to a new world, going from being a creature made out of pure energy to one made of flesh and bones, or seen him use his powers to break into some random store to borrow a shirt, some ripped jeans, a hoodie, sunglasses, a scarf, gloves, and boots. Everything one needed to cover up their Nether-y appearance.

Though once out again and ready to make a run to... wherever, Njal instead found himself running into some random person and knocking them over in his hurry. “Oh fu- my bad, didn’t see where I was running. I didn’t hurt ya, did I?”

#In the Verse ((ic)) #redemptioninchaos #Elder Nether ((Njal)) #((Here ya go!)) #((Njal is about 7'5 in height so he's quite tall))

[gennsoup]

"It is horrible now To look around, As a blood-red cloud Darkens the sky. The heavens are stained With the blood of men, As the Valkyries Sing their song."

Magnus Magnusson (trans.), Njal's Saga

#Magnus Magnusson #Njal's Saga #The Story of Burnt Njall #red sky #battlefield #Valkyries #Icelandic sagas #sagas #Icelandic literature #Nordic literature #Norse mythology #mythology #quotes #quotes blog #literary quotes #literature quotes #literature #book quotes

[medievalistsnet]

#sagas #njal's saga #Iceland #Norse

[kivutark]

#Njal's Saga #iceland #icelandic sagas #vikings #if you know you know

[coupleofdays]

The (psyber)-Raven

A classic of the Warhammer 40,000 fandom, written by Pat Marshall, originally from here (where you can read some additional funny comments by the author):

Once upon a battlefield dreary, where I cowered, spent and bleary,

Within an Imperial bunker, darkly stained with dust and gore -

As I cowered, nearly shuttering, suddenly there came a sputtering

As some weapon quickly stuttering - firing at my bunker door.

"`Tis some bolter", I murmmered, "firing at my bunker door -

Only this and nothing more."

Ah, distinctly I remember, it was in the bleak December,

And the brightly burning bastions lit the horizion by the score.

Eagerly, on freedom drunker; - vainly had I sought to hunker

In this heavy Imperial bunker - with perhaps a tunnel in the floor -

A safe and empty fortress with perhaps a tiny tunnel in the floor -

Only this and nothing more.

And the mad raving howling of each distant Space Wolf prowling

Thrilled me - filled me with fantastic terrors never felt before.

So that now, to the beating of my heart, I stood entreating

"`Tis some Space Wolf there repeating, firing at my bunker door -

Some common Grey Hunter rapid-firing at my bunker door -

This it is and nothing more."

Presently my soul grew stronger; hesitating then no longer

"Marine," said I, "or Scout, your attention I implore;

The bunker walls are thick - they are made of tempered brick

And your bolters do not nick the slightest scratch or tiny score -

Not a dimple, dent, depression, dip, scratch or tiny score -

Away now, and fire no more."

Then in the bunker slumping, presently I heard a thumping

A pounding - rattling many times fiercer than before.

And soon I began to screech - the bunker wall grenades did breach;

The very gods I did beseech as the ceiling fell upon the floor -

Through the wounds poured light which danced upon the floor -

Danced amidst the sounds of war.

Then at once it stopped the violence - I was left alone with silence

Confused, I spied the reason why the shells did drop no more -

For as I began to shutter, then with many a flit and flutter

a psyber-Raven flew through the clutter to perch above the door -

Perched on the two-headed eagle just above the bunker door -

Perched and sat and nothing more.

At this I grew more craven, for the talons of the psyber-Raven

Were all over covered with bright red blood and crimson gore.

"Wretch!" I cried, "Njal hath lent thee - into this fortress has he sent thee

So that remotely may he here be - and this bunker then explore -

Scry out my exact location and this bunker then explore -"

Quoth the Raven, "Eversor"

Then, methought, the air grew darker, the bunker now a little starker

For the uttered word brought terror as I had never felt before.

As for weapons, I knew I had none - no bolter, sword or lasgun;

No arms to stop the war's son fated to break soon through the door -

The blood-mad crazed assassin fated to break soon through the door-

Quoth the Raven, "Eversor"

"Be that word our sign of parting, machine or bird!" I shrieked, upstarting -

"Get thee back into the fire-fight and here spy on me no more!

For as you came unbidden - I would otherwise be here hidden -

Leave my location in this midden - quit that icon above my door!

Take thy shining metal eye, and take thy form from off my door!"

Quoth the Raven, "Eversor"

And the Raven, never flitting, still is sitting - still is sitting

On the pallid two-headed eagle just above the bunker door;

His metal eye has all the seeming of a psyker that is scheming,

To have my guts lie steaming in a pile upon the floor;

And now all hope has left me, crouched here upon the floor

I await the Eversor!

#warhammer 40k #Pat Marshall #Edgar Allan Poe #poetry #The Raven #psyber raven #Njal Stormcaller #Eversor Assassin #Space Marines #Space Wolves #Quoth the raven #Eversor #Every day I pray that Pat Marstall will survive his surgery

[darkelfharlot]

The mao disease clip is precisely what happens when Njal has to babysit the viewers on stream because Roy is taking a breather

#they get like twice as many donations from njal browsing temu because there's just random normal viewers joining and then the blood stained #elf man shows up and the viewer count drops significantly #noa's ocs

[apersonwholikeslotus]

alright, this is apparently a thing now so I'm jumping on the train.

so if nations were public knowledge (which I feel like in canon they are...?) historians and linguists would literally love them with all their being.

like, they're constantly being invited to museums and universities to give speeches on stuff people barely know anything about, cue a bunch of excited nerds scribbling down as much info as they can.

'reconstructed' proto languages aren't really a thing, like for proto-germanic someone just went to all the germanic countries and went 'do u know proto-germanic?' and next thing you know Denmark and Sweden had dedicated themselves to trying to write a dictionary cause they're the only two who are still fluent-ish in it.

#I hc even after the language split #Germania went #'we are not speaking multiple languages' #and all of his kids spoke proto germanic #hetalia #hetalia hc #aph denmark #hws denmark #aph sweden #hws sweden #Njal and Björn getting into fights bc 'that wasn't a real word' 'does it matter? no on can contradict us :\

[inothechief]

"Your favorite flowers?"

#eivor varinsdóttir #f!eivor #ac valhalla #assassin's creed valhalla #ac njal #andrea edits #ps4 photomode

[nyarson]

don’t worry about the light source 😌💖

ummmm @cmpumkin​ & i’s fe3h ocs... ehehe... they’re cosplaying... hiii

#oc: kornseide elfenbein eryn #character: reast njal grim #oc art #experimenting more w textures & light sources... mmmm #my guy got the uhhh small fucking head lmaoooo