Roger has no fixed abode, but he can always be found not far from the Baron of Carlisle, his lord.
Roger has no fixed abode, but he can always be found not far from the Baron of Carlisle, his lord.
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Bitter is the wind tonight,
it stirs up the white-waved sea.
I do not fear the coursing of the Irish sea
by the fierce warriors of Lothlind.
After two years in the Holy Land, fighting the infidel, Sir Roger returned home, accompanied by 50 battle scarred men. He made the pilgrimage to Jerusalem originally to do penance for sins committed when he was younger. It took an age to reach Jerusalem but he and his followers were determined so they made it, fending off robbers and godless bandits as they went. It was not so successful for Roger though, as he soon discovered that the holy city itself was a bigger den of sin and treachery than all the towns of northern England put together. So after a fortnight, he had done no praying, but had spent all his silver on exotic whores and drink, and gambled his weapons and horses away. But a group of soldiers noticed him in a tavern brawl, and after Roger had knocked out half of the patrons, they took him on, as men-at-arms are always in demand in the Holy Land, promising him riches and plunder. So he spent the next two years fighting, pillaging, and satiating his love for flesh. He never did get to pray at the Christian shrines.
Bitter is the wind tonight,
it stirs up the white-waved sea.
I do not fear the coursing of the Irish sea
by the fierce warriors of Lothlind.
Roger returned from war, bored. He married a local merchants daughter and spent the time mostly drinking and humping.
Bitter is the wind tonight,
it stirs up the white-waved sea.
I do not fear the coursing of the Irish sea
by the fierce warriors of Lothlind.