| | 978 (doesn't look a day over 700) |
| figure when he thinks we're not looking. At this rate, he'll be 6'5" by Christmas."] | |
| 195 lbs. -- just before a feast | |
| Absolutely! Thank you!! [Fionn: "We'll talk. ...maybe."] | |
| Armor shops! | |
| Empty pockets! | |
| Awards of Arms, (2) Bronze Tower (1) | |
| "Rattan for Dummies" | |
| "Conan the Politically Incorrect" | |
| Rubber [Fionn: "You. Die. Now."] | |
| "Use the Schwartz, Luke!" | |
| C-O-F-F-E-E ! ! ! |
 ord Ragnarr was born in the year of Oure Lord and Saviour 1023 near the town of Grimsby, Northumbria. His parents, the Norse Thorgrim Forkbeard Hagarsson and the Scottish Catherine of Edinburgh, raised young Ragnarr along with his sister Thyre and his brother...Ed.
 e was educated by the mad clerics of a nearby monastery, where he was taught to appreciate the Gregorian chants amongst other studies.
Ragnarr's martial skills were learned well from his father and other local masters of war. It is said that he also became well versed in the art of weaponless combat at this time. HAI YAAA!!!
 ears passed. Many adventures did Ragnarr have, many battles did he fight, many women did he love. [Fionn: "More like the other way around, actually..."] Much fear and honor were to be heaped upon his name before that fateful year of 1066 arrived!
 agnarr was out riding one fine afternoon near the town of Hastings when he drew close to a large and noisy clearing. Suddenly, a plump pheasant flew up into the air in front of his horse, and Ragnarr drew forth his trusty bow. Taking aim quickly, he loosed a single shaft into the sky! WHOOSH! The arrow had only just missed its mark! In a moment, Ragnarr heard a man's bloody scream from the nearby clearing...
   pon investigating the source of this scream, Ragnarr was surprised to see the end of some great battle taking place! Many Norman-French soldiers were cheering and smiling at the bewildered Ragnarr! Then a very regal looking personage by the name of William came riding up on a splendid mount, and he too smiled and patted Ragnarr on his back! After saying something in his foreign tongue, William bestowed upon Ragnarr an Award of Arms (AoA). Ragnarr thanked him for the lovely scroll, and remounting his own steed, bid all a fond farewell! He then rode off once again in pursuit of that hardy and most elusive pheasant!
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ccording to serveral documents, it is believed that Ragnarr was married for a short time (c.1049-1053) to a local dancing harlot by the name of Christine "Boom-Boom" McLenas. Alas, his wedded bliss was not to endure for very long however. Christine ran off with a rather old but very wealthy land merchant, for gold had become more important to her than her husband's affections. Freedom, so long an unremembered dream, was Ragnarr's once again!
 oday, Lord Ragnarr lives in the lush and fertile lands of the Canton Of Gryphonwald (Kingdom of the East).
He also at the very same time somehow dwells in the just and true lands of the Shire of Ascalon (Kingdom of Acre).
As if all of this were not confusing enough, he further enjoys "riding well" with the andanar of the Great Dark Horde (every kingdom, everywhere), and "raising hell" with Clann na Bheithir (where the parties are).
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