Ballad of Torgeir the Red

Ballad about jarl Torgeir of Clan Tuirseach and his heroic deeds.

Journal entry

 * Tw3 scroll4.pngHark! ... I shall sing you a tale
 * Of a jarl, brave and true, a warrior bold
 * Friend to his people, and to his foes wrath unrolled.
 * Like a sturdy dhip, his courage never leaked.
 * Might was Jarl Torgeir of Clan Tuirseach.


 * For a man so grand, the Isles held plunder too few
 * So up Alba's shining waters he sailed with his crew.
 * Arriving at the City of Golden Towers' walls
 * He razed, ravaged and roared and shook the emperor's halls.


 * But Nilfgaard knows to suture strife with coin
 * And so out cutthroats crept, the jarl in battle to join
 * Lured by the fattened Nilfgaardian purse
 * To Skellige sailed bandits, villains and worse.


 * Girded for battle, the jarl stood in his fort
 * Yet Nilfs know no more honor than demon or chort.
 * A catapult they brought 'gainst the jarl's mighty keep.
 * The walls crumbled, buying his warriors deep.


 * An ocean of rubble swallowed men a great many,
 * Here we name but few of that noble company:
 * The pilgrim Tore, Stig of Dovre born, Slumbering Sigvard
 * And the witcher Gerd, to the last the jarl's faithful guard.


 * [rest of ballad illegible]