The Tainted Thegn and His Dire Men

We're about halfway through our fantasy campaign, but I've finally put pen to paper about my warband, the Tainted Thegn and His Dire Men. Read on! 

Thus sang the mangled minstrel of the coming of Fulgid Glim during the time of Quaking and of Mourning in Qaarra:

He came upon us from the bruiséd North,

Leading forth a host of brigand knav'ry

Who once were only feuding petty-kings,

born to desp'rate battle and gloried death.

But Fulgid Glim gave to them many gifts

And each their bloody praises did he sing;

and forth they came under a new accord,

'Neath the flag of the Many-eyed, Mumbling Thing.

On Glim's brow the crown of cabbages he bore

And the Dire Men called him their Tainted Thegn;

They rode on us in darkness and unease

To throw down the nacreous towers of yore

Where dwelt the darkly dreaming deities.

Read the rest of the song of the Dire Men here.

-- Mattias, Chicago Skirmish Wargames club member