Ballad about Jarl Torgeir of Clan Tuirseach and his heroic deeds. It can be found just lying on the floor by the old dungeons of the ruins of Castle Tuirseach. This also details how the castle came to ruin and the fate of Jarl Torgeir and the witcher Gerd of the Bear School.
Journal Entry Edit
- Hark! ... 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]