I found the following scribbled on the back of a fighter's character sheet--a sheet of notebook paper to be precise. I have no memory of actually running this character, but I apparently had some idea that he came from the grim Scandinavian skald school of combat.
Though I may be about to die,
I shall not fear.
For combat is the Great Purifier
Where the worth of all creatures is decided
By the skill of their arms
And the strength of their minds.
War is the Great Predator
That culls the weak and the sick from our ranks
So that only the strong shall remain.
To live is to show one’s worth;
To dies is to show one’s faults;
To retreat is to suffer the foulest of failures
And to burn in the pits of Orona’s darkest Hells.