Gorekenstad

Gorekenstad was a famous Scelmir warrior, raider and lover. He is best known for replacing the great majority of his limbs with prostheses that doubled as weapons, which he used to continue to fight after sustaining otherwise crippling injuries.

One part of his tale was put into song by Flonk the bard in FI 795:

To the town of Black Tankard rode a Scelmir one fine day

Hardly spoke to folks around him, didn't have too much to say

No one dared to ask his business, no one dared to make a slip

For the Scelmir there among them had a big iron as his dick

Big iron as his dick

It was early in the morning when he rode into the town

He came riding from the south side slowly lookin' all around

He's a raider loose and running, came the whisper from each lip

And he's here to do some business with the big iron as his dick

Big iron as his dick

In this town there lived a slave by the name of Northern Red

Many men had tried to capture and that many men were dead

He was vicious and a killer though a youth of 24

And the notches on his greatsword numbered one and 19 more

One and 19 more

Now the Scelmir started talking, made it plain to folks around

Was a fine slave hunter, wouldn't be too long in town

He came here to take a slave back alive or maybe dead

And he said it didn't matter he was after Northern Red

After Northern Red

Wasn't long before the story was relayed to Northern Red

But the slave didn't worry, men that tried before were dead

20 men had tried to take him, 20 men had made a slip

21 would be the Scelmir with the big iron as his dick

Big iron as his dick

The morning passed so quickly, it was time for them to meet

It was 20 past 11 when they walked out in the street

Folks were watching from the windows, everybody held their breath

They knew this handsome Scelmir was about to meet his death

About to meet his death

There was 40 feet between them when they stopped to make their play

And the swiftness of the Scelmir is still talked about today

Northern Red had not drawn steel 'fore a thrust fairly ripped

And the Scelmir's aim was deadly with the big iron as his dick

Big iron as his dick

It was over in a moment and the folks had gathered round

There before them lay the body of the slave on the ground

Oh, he might have went on living but he made one fatal slip

When he tried to match the Scelmir with the big iron as his dick

Big iron as his dick

Big iron, big iron

When he tried to match the Scelmir with the big iron as his dick

Big iron as his dick