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It came to pass that our great lord {{Lore Link|Ysgramor}}, the Harbinger of us all, sat before an encampment fire. The crews of the {{Lore Link|Jorrvaskr}}, the {{Lore Link|Fallowfire}}, and the {{Lore Link|Kaal Kaaz}} bade him eat, and boast, and drink. For the boon members of the {{Lore Link|Five Hundred Companions}} were abroad in the land. Stories were told, hearts won and lost, and always the smell of roasting meat hung in the air. The greatest of us all beckoned every warrior to his side, and spoke the tale of {{Lore Link|Wuuthrad}}'s forging.
Every {{Lore Link|Mer}} the Harbinger slew died at Wuuthrad's bite. All through the long campaign, the only weapon that would fit in the Harbinger's hand was the mighty Wuuthrad. As he told it, the most legendary of axes was forged in the darkest of nights.
It was the {{Lore Link|Night of Tears}}. Ysgramor sat staring out across the waters. He rode upon the last ship in his fleet, fleeing {{Lore Link|Tamriel}} for the shores of {{Lore Link|Atmora}}. From that vantage point, he watched as {{Lore Link|Saarthal}}—the first city—burned. A swollen sky poured rain upon the flames and upon the sea. And the greatest of us all wept bitter tears.
So great was the grief of the Harbinger that, instead of salty sorrow, Ysgramor wept tears of purest {{Lore Link|{{Nst|Ebony|ON=Ebony Ore}}|ebony}}. His eldest, {{Lore Link|Yngol}}, collected the tears in a stein and held his father in a warm embrace. He poured mead down the Harbinger's great throat, wrapped furs around the Harbinger's great shoulders, and slung the Harbinger into a great hammock below decks.
Then he set to work. For Yngol, eldest son to the Harbinger of us all, was the greatest smith our people have ever known. There, on the sea, Yngol set to work with his tools. He used lightning to heat the Night's Tears, the ocean's swell to cool them, and always his hammer-blows rang in concert with the rising wind.
When Ysgramor awoke the next morning, Yngol presented him with a mighty axe, hewn from the sorrow that had laid him low just the night before. And the Harbinger of us all embraced his son. He cried out in joy, sadness, and rage. And there on the deck of the last ship from Saarthal, Ysgramor named his axe Wuuthrad, which means "Storm's Tears" in the language of Atmora.
It was then, in telling the tale, that Ysgramor paused. The Harbinger of us all called out to lost Yngol, who had been with the crew of the {{Lore Link|Harakk}} in the {{Lore Link|Storm of Seperation}}. For his son, his eldest and greatest joy, was with him always. He who had bound the storm's tears, he said, rode with him always in the days of the noble and honored Five Hundred.
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|description=Part of the traditional legend of Ysgramor and his Five Hundred Companions
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|Next=[[Lore:Songs of the Return, Vol 7|Volume 7]]
|sortkey=Songs of the Return, Volume 05
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It came to pass that our great lord {{Lore Link|Ysgramor}}, the Harbinger of us all, sat before an encampment fire. The crews of the {{Lore Link|Jorrvaskr}}, the {{Lore Link|Fallowfire}}, and the {{Lore Link|Kaal Kaaz}} bade him eat, and boast, and drink. For the boon members of the {{Lore Link|Five Hundred Companions}} were abroad in the land. Stories were told, hearts won and lost, and always the smell of roasting meat hung in the air. The greatest of us all beckoned every warrior to his side, and spoke the tale of {{Lore Link|Wuuthrad}}'s forging.
Every {{Lore Link|Mer}} the Harbinger slew died at Wuuthrad's bite. All through the long campaign, the only weapon that would fit in the Harbinger's hand was the mighty Wuuthrad. As he told it, the most legendary of axes was forged in the darkest of nights.
It was the {{Lore Link|Night of Tears}}. Ysgramor sat staring out across the waters. He rode upon the last ship in his fleet, fleeing {{Lore Link|Tamriel}} for the shores of {{Lore Link|Atmora}}. From that vantage point, he watched as {{Lore Link|Saarthal}}—the first city—burned. A swollen sky poured rain upon the flames and upon the sea. And the greatest of us all wept bitter tears.
So great was the grief of the Harbinger that, instead of salty sorrow, Ysgramor wept tears of purest {{Lore Link|{{Nst|Ebony|ON=Ebony Ore}}|ebony}}. His eldest, {{Lore Link|Yngol}}, collected the tears in a stein and held his father in a warm embrace. He poured mead down the Harbinger's great throat, wrapped furs around the Harbinger's great shoulders, and slung the Harbinger into a great hammock below decks.
Then he set to work. For Yngol, eldest son to the Harbinger of us all, was the greatest smith our people have ever known. There, on the sea, Yngol set to work with his tools. He used lightning to heat the Night's Tears, the ocean's swell to cool them, and always his hammer-blows rang in concert with the rising wind.
When Ysgramor awoke the next morning, Yngol presented him with a mighty axe, hewn from the sorrow that had laid him low just the night before. And the Harbinger of us all embraced his son. He cried out in joy, sadness, and rage. And there on the deck of the last ship from Saarthal, Ysgramor named his axe Wuuthrad, which means "Storm's Tears" in the language of Atmora.
It was then, in telling the tale, that Ysgramor paused. The Harbinger of us all called out to lost Yngol, who had been with the crew of the {{Lore Link|Harakk}} in the {{Lore Link|Storm of Seperation}}. For his son, his eldest and greatest joy, was with him always. He who had bound the storm's tears, he said, rode with him always in the days of the noble and honored Five Hundred.
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