Raven Folk Kingdom
By Hildingr Michael Sessumes
In all my travels, I find that even the most honest of men still occasionally lie. Even if they lie only to themselves, few seldom see themselves as they truly are. Alas, the truth is in the gallows as men face their fates, and the unavoidable inevitability of death somehow seems to always peel away all masks and misconceptions.
In the end, as the Norns carve and bind our fates, men have an uncertain allotment of time here on Midgard. In this there is a great sense of urgency in our endeavors. To quote the sentiments of the Most High: "No one knows when the wolf is coming."
In this, I believe personally that it is not only our duty but the very purpose of our creation to rage against the chaos and sacrifice ourselves willingly on the pyres of conflict, in the pursuit of purpose over pleasure, so that generations to come might have a glimpse of truth and peace heading into the future. We must not only be the example but both metaphorically and very literally rip our very right to exist out from the jaws of this wolf before being devoured!
Victory is within us! We have only to seize it!
"A noble man should be silent, thoughtful, and bold in battle.
But every man should also be cheerful and happy, till the inevitable day of death."
(Stanza 14, Hávamál)
In the face of overwhelming odds and many who call me their enemy, I smile. I sing the songs and prayers of my dead ancestors, for I am their voice on Midgard. We sing together with our Gods, and in this I am never alone. Even when alone, I am surrounded and shielded. Their spears and might course through my veins and race toward the inevitable culmination of victory!
One people, united in purpose.
We must bend this age to our will and ways, not make exceptions or excuses. No more will this age of filth hold us, kinsmen. As we break these fetters, I look to my left and right. Men, women, and whole families swelling our ranks. Daily our kingdom grows!
The Age of Atonement and Conquest is upon us. In the next few months, we will be pushing hard and relentlessly toward the attainment of our tribal soil.
As we progress forward, I can only promise that I aim to build a community full of peace and frith within our walls. In this, if any stand in front of our vision or wish us harm, I will be the first to meet the clash, as ultimately I will always only be a servant to my folk.
In future conflicts I remember this:
War, strife, and competition are frequently regarded as in themselves detestable and immoral, but our ancestors discovered that life means strife, and that therefore courage is the root of all virtue.
Our highest ideal is not to shrink from the unavoidable, but to face it squarely and unflinchingly.
Our chief God is a God of war, and our noblest consummation of life will be death on the battlefield.
We despise the coward who was afraid of wounds or death.
We are Raven Folk!
HAIL RAVEN FOLK!
HAIL TO OUR HOMELAND!
HAIL OUR MIGHTY GODS!!