🕯️Welcome to the Online Shrine of Sweet Baby Rutabaga Shane🕯️
Rutabaga Shane, our mascot and guardian spirit at Ravensborg Viking Longfort, is a being most holy Who transcendeth one Viking group and expandeth into the hearts of our brothers and sisters: Skjaldborg to the West, Dansk Spyd to the South, and Northland Vikings, to the uh… South.
Carved was He by the members of Vikings of Vulksgaard of a humble rutabaga and given a mane of leeks and a body of foraged bones found in the wilderness. From those simple parts He ascended into ecstatic holiness and brought fruitfulness and prosperity to the people of Ravensborg. Those who doth meet Sweet Baby Rutabaga Shane fall in adoration before Him, for His Hollowness is reborneth unto us every Spring and Autumn.
🕯️🕯️ Devotional Poems from Rutabaga Shane’s Disciples 🕯️🕯️
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“He’s made up of sheep, and vegetable and more
Take one look at him and you’ll ask “Why for?”
Our love for him now isn’t hard to explain
Mascot of Ravensborg, Rutabaga Shaaaaaane”
– Brother Torstein
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“A veggie who’s name is now Shane,
Who was carved but was never in pain
When he leads the next march,
We’ll be steered by the starch
And our foes will thus think us insane”
— Brother Pung
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“This I beheld, in the Fort on the Hill
When came to pass a season of travel through;
The village and the people of joyous holy will
In worship of an idol in the morning dew.
I had not before with mine own eyes seen
Nor heard of the gods of heathen peoples yore;
But lo, when cast eyes fell upon the godly thing,
I fell in worship with the people gone before.
A spirit within my breast moved amidst,
When last my gods had left me
I knew no name, no teaching, no church
But the idol came abreast to me
Whereupon I touched this graven image,
The wisdom of the world invested me,
I knew this god unlike the others,
And nevermore would there be doubt in me.
Once I came on a traveller’s path
My destination beyond and far abroad
But I remained in service of fibrous deity
A vegetable acolyte with a starch root God.
This shall I remain
And recant my travels to the night
For lesser gods in vain
upon me which to cast their spite.
Once I came on a traveller’s path
My destination beyond and far abroad
But I remained in service of fibrous deity
A vegetable acolyte with a starch root God.
It is spoken, and has been written,
This, the word of Shane, the Rutabaga Christ,
For whom I am an unworthy apostle,
For whom the ages are insufficient,
And the canopy of celestial heavens are inadequate just.”
— Brother Hrafnhár
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When ooks and spooks come out to play , Rutabaga Shane is on is way! To Ravensborg he jingles and jangles, welcoming all who are a bit mangled. The Rutabaga King always looks forward to them kooky Vikings even though some aren’t to his liking. All hail Rutabaga Shane for we are the ones to blame
— Sister Eira
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Hail to thee, our hollow mascot
When we sing and toast your Praise!
Hail to thee, and your rutabaga visage
With our cups and bowls we Raise!
Our village, we pledge to always take/make you,
Skål and Heinous Fuckery!
We will gouge some eyes and pee in butts,
and display Sweet Baby Rutabaga Shane in JOCULARITY!!
— Brother Finngrom
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There once was a root from Missouri
Whose face we did carve in a hurry
With leeks as His hair
He gives demons a scare
His godly likeness emits fury
— Sister Olrun
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Hail to Rutabaga Shane!
Mightiest warlord of root vegetables!
The High King of Potato, Turnip, Raddish, and Rutabaga.
Reborn in spring and fall,
he is made of the bones of the beast and reverence of the living.
All conquer in his name,
and dance the dance of extacy at his feet.
RUTABAGASHANE!
— Brother Hallweard
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Some may not see he
But they don’t believe in he
And they are not thee
— Sister Shelby
Vikings of Vulksgaard 